Easy Nights (Boudreaux #6)

“Van—”

“I know!” I begin to pace now, just as frustrated with me as he is. “I know that it’s your job and that there are clients and you have to touch them, but damn it, Ben, it was a cute girl who looked at you like you were dessert and she was going to eat you with a fucking spoon.”

“Savannah.” His eyes aren’t hurt or irritated anymore. They also aren’t full of humor, which is good for him because if he decided to make fun of me right now, I’d throat punch him.

“I didn’t like it.”

“I can see that.”

“And I hate that I’m suddenly this stupid jealous woman—”

“You’re not stupid.”

“But I can’t help it. You’re mine, damn it.”

The next thing I know, my back is pressed against the wall and Ben is kissing me like it’s going out of style. His hands fist in my hair, his thigh presses against my core, and I want to climb him like a fucking oak tree.

His lips kiss down to my neck as he boosts me up, cradling his hard, denim-covered cock against me. My legs wrap around his waist.

We’re both still fully clothed, but holy Hannah the sexiness is off the damn charts.

“She doesn’t do this to me,” Ben says, pressing hard against me. “No one does this to me but you.”

“Damn right.”

His eyes darken and he carries me to the guest room down the hall. There’s no time to go upstairs. He sets me down long enough to strip us both out of our clothes and then throws me on the bed.

I don’t even have time to be worried about the fact that I’m sweaty and probably smelly. He covers me and pins my hands above my head. His mouth and free hand are everywhere. My nipples are puckered and my hips are moving in circles, desperate for him to fill me.

“Ben.”

“That’s right,” he says. He grabs my chin. “Open your eyes. You are everything I want. I don’t give a fuck about any other woman, client or not. Let them flirt and make a fool of themselves. It doesn’t matter, Savannah, because you are all I think about.

“You are all I see.”

I try to move my hands so I can touch him, grip his cock, and guide him inside me, but he holds me firm.

“I want to touch you.”

“Not this time,” he informs me. “I’m about one second away from being far rougher than I should be with you.”

I frown. “I’m not fragile.”

He swallows hard and I can see that he’s struggling to keep himself in check.

“I’m safe with you,” I say and kiss his bicep. “I want to touch you.”

He releases my hands and his inhibitions all at once. He palms my ass in one hand, tilting my hips so he can easily slide inside me, and that metal rubs the length of me, making me groan.

“God I love that piercing.”

“I love you,” he growls and sets a fast, hard pace. “This is mine. You are mine, Savannah. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

He’s not being careful the way he has every time before. He’s marking his territory, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Don’t you ever fucking forget what you are to me,” he says. His blue eyes are on fire and on mine.

“What am I?” I ask and watch in fascination as his eyes darken. His jaw tightens. His grip on my ass digs in just enough to sting.

It’s fucking delicious.

“You’re everything.” He kisses me, his lips much gentler than the rest of him. “You are the beginning and the end of me, Savannah. I don’t work without you.”

“You’re my everything too,” I reply. Suddenly, he pulls out and flips me over, slaps my ass, and slides inside me again. His legs are straddling mine, pinning me to the bed.

It feels so good.

So damn good.

“Shit, Ben, I’m gonna—”

“Fuck yes,” he growls next to my ear. “Let go, love.”

I couldn’t hold back if I tried. I explode beneath him, my entire being shattering into a billion tiny pieces.

As I come down from the orgasm high, Ben kisses my shoulders and down my spine as he pulls out of me and helps me turn onto my back.

“Is that settled?” he asks.

“Oh yeah.” I’m still working on catching my breath. “Yeah, I think that’s settled. But I think that once in a while you can remind me. Because that might have been the sexiest thirty minutes of my life.”

“It might have been fifteen minutes.”

“Whatever.” I can’t move yet, but I summon enough strength to cup Ben’s cheek and smile up at him. “You’re sexy.”

“You’re a challenge.”

“I think I’m supposed to be a challenge.”

“Well, then you’re the world champion at it.”

He grins and drags his knuckles down my cheek. “No more jealousy, Angel. There’s no need for it.”

“Are you going to keep teaching her?”

“Would you rather I didn’t?”

“If I said that I’d rather you didn’t, would you fire her?”

He chuckles, but he’s safe now because I don’t have the energy to throat punch him.

“I would pass her on to someone else, yes.”

I stare up at him and think about everything that’s happened. Not just today, but over the past few weeks, and I know without a doubt that Ben doesn’t care about her.

“Just ask her to not touch you,” I reply. “Unless she tries to punch you, I’d really rather she keeps her hands to herself.”

He smiles and kisses my cheek. “I’ll pass her on to Ethan.”

“I trust you.”

“That was never in question,” he replies, perfectly calm again. “But she makes you uncomfortable, and there’s no need for that.”

“Thank you.”

“All you have to do is say something when you’re uncomfortable. I’ll make sure to fix it. And not just when it comes to my job.”

“Okay.” I nod. “I’ll remember that.”

“See that you do.”





Chapter Fifteen


Savannah

“Does it seem like this is happening fast?” I ask Violet during our counseling session the next morning. “I mean, we haven’t talked about moving in together, at least not formally, but I’m starting to think about it, and it doesn’t scare me.”

“Savannah, you’ve known Ben most of your life. You didn’t have to go through the initial getting to know each other stages. You’ve done that already. So, to admit that you love each other and want to move forward in your relationship is a logical next step.”

“Right.” I nod and rub my hands on my pants nervously. “But it makes me nervous.”

“I can see that. Why do you think that is?”

“Because I worked hard to be independent,” I reply, not even realizing that I felt that way until this moment. “And I’m afraid that if we live together, I might lose a piece of myself again.”

“Well, that’s logical too,” Violet replies and nods thoughtfully. “I can see where you’re coming from. But, something you’re going to have to keep reminding yourself is that Ben is not Lance. They’re completely different men, and the relationship that you share is different too.”

“Boy, that’s the understatement of the year,” I reply. “Which brings me to something else to talk about.”

“Okay, shoot.”

I shift in my seat, gathering my thoughts. “My marriage was horrible.”