Easy Nights (Boudreaux #6)

I grin and do as he asks.

“What does that one mean?” He’s referring to the tattoo just under my hairline.

“It’s a lotus flower. They rise out of the mud and are beautiful. I got it in college. It seemed pretty and symbolic, and had no idea just how symbolic it would end up being.”

“I agree,” he says. “You can let your hair down and turn around.”

He steps to me and cups my chin and neck in his palm. “I’m going to take my time tonight, Van. I want to explore you. I want to learn you.”

“Same page,” I whisper.

He urges me onto the bed, finally. The covers are cool against my already hot skin. He climbs on with me, covering me completely. His erection is heavy on my belly, and I love it. I can’t help myself, I reach down and cup him in my hand and watch with satisfaction as he closes his eyes and curses under his breath.

“If you keep doing that, it won’t be slow, sweetheart.”

I love that I’m turning him on as much as he is me. I love that there’s just the two of us here, no ghosts from the past. Just us, and this incredible attraction for each other.

I let go of him as he begins to pepper kisses over my neck. He kisses, then licks, and then moves on to the next spot, bless his heart.

“I thought the whole V in the hips thing was something reserved only for romance novels,” I whisper as he travels down my chest. He licks my navel, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing.

It tickles.

I’m shocked that I feel so comfortable here, naked, with the one man I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.

“You have a beautiful body.” He licks his way over to my hip and then up my side.

“Are you going to do this over my entire body?”

He stops and looks up at me. “Do you have something against this?”

“No.” I shake my head and brush his hair off his forehead. “It’s nice. But I’m not doing anything for you.”

“You’ll have the chance to repay the favor.” And with that, he goes back to exploring every inch of my body. Every nerve ending is quivering as he touches, kisses, licks, and bites his way all over me.

He flips me over on my stomach and starts at my feet, making his way up. He plants a wet kiss on both ass cheeks, making me giggle.

“Your stubble feels so good.”

“I should have shaved,” he says.

“I like it.”

“Yes, but I plan to kiss you here.” His fingers slide up between my legs and into my folds, and we both moan in pleasure. “You’re so fucking wet, Angel.”

“In case you missed it, I’m incredibly turned on.”

“I haven’t missed a thing,” he murmurs. His fingers have moved on, abandoning my core completely. I want to pout, but then he sucks on the small of my back.

Jesus, who knew the small of my back was a fucking erogenous zone?

“Like that?”

“Mm.” I can’t speak now as he nibbles his way up my spine.

“You have scars.” He traces one with his tongue.

“They’re fading.”

“I have some lotion I’ll put on them later.” He bites my shoulder. “It’ll help.”

“Oh my God.” I have to hang on for dear life as he kisses my lotus flower. My hips buck, my nipples are pebbles, and I’ve never come so close to orgasm from foreplay in my life.

“Good or bad?”

“Don’t stop. If you stop, I’ll have to beat you up.”

He chuckles and repeats the motion.

“You’re finding all kinds of erogenous zones I didn’t know existed.”

“That’s my job.” He flips me over again, and I’m staring up into the bluest eyes that rival the ocean. “By the time we’re finished, I don’t want you to remember your name.”

“I definitely couldn’t spell it right now.”

His hand glides down my side to my hip. His cock is pressed to my thigh, and he’s kissing me now, like he’s starving.

Finally, finally, he urges my legs apart. He doesn’t leave my lips as his fingers brush ever so lightly over my pussy. I’m so aroused, that all it takes is that gentle touch to have my hips rise up off the bed, seeking him out.

“Ben,” I gasp, holding on for dear life.

“What do you need?”

“You.” I’m riding his fingers now. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to, and I certainly don’t want to. “I need you.”

He positions himself between my legs, wrapping them around his hips.

“Watch,” he says. I glance down and watch as the head of his cock, and that piece of metal, slips through my folds and inside me in the slowest, smoothest motion. When he’s in all the way, he stops and kisses me softly, and I can’t help the tear that falls from the corner of my eye. “Are you okay, love?”

“I’m so okay,” I reply. “You feel so good, and I’m happy to be here with you. It’s so much more amazing than I ever thought it could be.”

He rests his forehead on mine and begins to move in slow, shallow thrusts, allowing my body to adjust to him.

“You’re so tight,” he whispers.

“It’s been a very long time.” I bite my lip, wishing I hadn’t said that. What an idiot! But Ben being the kind man he is, he kisses me and grins.

“For me too,” he informs me, defusing what could have been an awkward moment. “My God, Van, this is better than anything in my dreams.”

“You can move faster.”

He cocks a brow. “Yes, ma’am.” His hips move faster, and he’s pushing a bit harder, and I can feel that little piece of metal hitting just the right spot, over and over again.

“Holy shit.”

“There you go,” he croons, watching my face. “That’s it, Savannah. Just ride the wave.”

I’m helpless to do anything but, as he reaches under me and tips my hips up, and that’s all it takes to make me explode into a million tiny pieces.

He buries his face in my neck and groans.

“You’re squeezing me so hard.”

His words have me squeezing even harder, and his whole body tightens, and he comes apart, giving in to his own orgasm.

I hold him tightly as he recovers, brushing his hair off of his forehead, letting my other hand roam down his side to his impressive ass and up his back again.

After he catches his breath, he carefully pulls out and collapses next to me. He still has enough energy to pull me to him, tucking me safely against him.

“None of this should surprise me,” I say, my fingers brushing up and down his arm.

“What’s that?”

“The chemistry. The trust. The love. How comfortable I am with you.”

“Those are all excellent things.”

“I didn’t think I’d ever feel them again,” I admit and roll in his arms so I’m facing him. I cup his cheek in my hand and lay my lips against his gently. “It feels…so damn good. Ben, being with you these past couple of weeks has done just as much good for me as two years of therapy.”

“I should put that on a T-shirt. It would be great for business.”

I laugh and kiss his chin. “Thank you, just for being you.”