She felt deliciously trapped beneath him, unable to do anything but let him have his way with her. It was a little bit dangerous, and a whole lot arousing. The dark, hungry look in his eyes excited her even more, and she relished the heat and strength of his body pressing into hers, and the rasp of his lightly hair-covered chest against her smooth breasts.
With a gentle tug on her hair, he pulled her head back and skimmed his lips along the arch of her throat. "You're about to get your first lesson in oral sex," he murmured as he scattered tender love bites along her neck to her ear, rendering her breathless with not only his brazen words, but the feel of his mouth on her skin. "I'm going to go down on you and lick and suck your clit, and push my tongue deep inside of you until you come for me. Are you ready for that?"
She was already trembling inside, and because she trusted Ben so explicitly, she surrendered to him without hesitation. "Yes."
His lips captured hers again, and what began as a soulful and deep connection, eventually gave way to hot and primitive mating of their lips and tongues. His hands slid beneath her back, deftly unfastened her bra, and tossed the piece of lingerie aside. A moment later, his mouth paid homage to both of her breasts, bringing them alive with sensation once again before he continued his downward trek to her quivering belly. From there, he spread an agonizingly slow, damp trail of kisses around her navel, then hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her panties at her hips and started tugging the flimsy scrap of material down her thighs.
In order to remove them completely, he sat up so he could slide the panties down her legs and carefully maneuver them around her heeled pumps so they didn't get tangled. He dropped the bit of lace to the floor, then smoothed his hands up along the backs of her calves, gradually easing her legs wider and wider apart to make room for him in between.
Being completely naked in front of Ben for the first time, with the nightstand lamp leaving nothing to the imagination-and especially with him still wearing his boxer briefs!-she felt a small bout of modesty surge through her. Grasping for any kind of distraction, she caught sight of her red and leopard print heels and used them to divert his attention away from the fact that she was literally sprawled on the bed in front of him like an offering.
Not that he seemed to mind.
"Aren't you going to take off my shoes?" she asked on a ragged breath.
"Nope." He pressed a kiss on the inside of her bent knee, his breath fanning hot and moist against her skin. "They're sexy as hell and they're staying on."
Oh, God. Her heartbeat quickened as he licked and nibbled his way up the inside of her thigh, leaving a damp imprint behind with each lingering kiss, a reminder that he'd tasted that part of her body and was moving on to more carnal pleasures. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he draped her legs over his shoulders, brought his hands around so that he could splay them on her stomach to hold her down, and settled in for a more thorough exploration.
She wasn't quite sure what to expect, but when his velvety tongue slid along the soft folds of flesh, then flicked across her clitoris, she gasped sharply at the shock of sensation that shot through her. Liquid heat pooled at her center as he slowly, leisurely stroked her cleft, as he licked and laved and used his tongue in illicit, wicked ways that made her entire body flush in wanton need.
He controlled her every response with his clever mouth, meting out her pleasure a tiny bit at a time until she was whimpering and begging him for more. Still, he continued to tease and seduce every one of her senses, taking his cues from her soft moans and her quickened breathing. He knew exactly how to make her tremble and ache, how to bring her to the edge of release and then just stop short. And when he added a mind-blowing suctioning swirl to his arsenal of erotic play, along with a deep, endless stroke of his tongue inside of her, she cried out, her back arching off the bed and her fingers clutching the covers in a futile attempt to keep her grounded.
It was no use. The things he was doing to her with his mouth guaranteed that her climax was imminent. Ecstacy, pure and white hot, gathered inside her until there was nothing left for her to do but let go and enjoy the wild ride. Her body shuddered hard, then dissolved into a deluge of exquisite spasms that seemed to go on forever.
She'd never felt anything quite so incredible, so amazingly powerful than the orgasm Ben had just given her. The force and intensity of it all stole her breath, consuming her in a way she'd never experienced before. When the last of those heavenly contractions subsided, he pressed his damp mouth to her belly, nuzzling against her, his breathing just as ragged as her own.
After a while, he lifted his head and looked up at her, his gaze gleaming with unadulterated male satisfaction. "Are you okay?"
She laughed and furrowed her fingers through his thick, tousled hair. "Are you kidding me? I'm better than okay. That was like an out-of-body experience."
He chuckled, obviously pleased that he'd been the one to provide such immense pleasure. "Good. That was just an appetizer. Are you ready for the main course?"
She gasped as he dipped his tongue into her navel, reminding her of how he'd used that decadent tongue on her elsewhere. "If the main course is anything like what you just did to me, I'm going to be one very hungry woman," she said shamelessly.
"I can handle it." Grinning with just enough arrogance to make him look sexy, he moved to the edge of the bed and stood up, then stripped off his boxer briefs. His erection jutted out from between his thighs, hard and thick and more than enough to fill her full, and then some.
A renewed surge of lust spiraled through her. This was the first time she'd seen him completely naked, and just the sight of his fine masculine form was enough to arouse her all over again. He was made up of just the right amount of muscle, lean and powerful and so mouth-wateringly gorgeous she wanted to spend the next hour just touching him, stroking him, and exploring everything that made him so virile and potently male.
He didn't give her the chance. Reaching for one of the foil packets she'd brought with her, he tore it open with his teeth and rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. Then he gently eased her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, and pulled her downward, toward the edge of the bed where he was standing. Her heels hit the floor, and when she started to straighten, he splayed a hand against her back to keep her upper body pressed flat to the mattress.
"Stay just like you are," he murmured, then caressed both of his hands up the slope of her back, with his thumbs gliding over each notch in her vertebrae, all the way up to her neck, then back down again.
His impromptu massage felt so good, and she stretched sinuously, telling him with soft sighs and deep groans just how much she appreciated his TLC.
His heated palms skimmed lower, over her smooth buttocks, while those wicked thumbs of his traced along the cleft separating each cheek. "You have the sweetest ass," he said huskily, then aligned his hips against hers from behind.
With her high-heeled pumps on, she was the perfect height for this position. His erection was nestled between her thighs, the tip of his shaft gliding through the slick moisture coating her female flesh. Grasping her waist, he moved his hips, mimicking the act of sex, which caused the head of his cock to rub oh-so-enticingly against still-sensitive tissues. With each caress, nerve endings came to life all over again, tingling, tightening, making her toss her head back and moan with the agonizing need for him to be inside of her.
She must have gotten her point across, because with the next pump of his hips he sank into her, much too slow for her liking when she wanted to be taken completely. He pulled out slightly, then surged forward again, teasing her with the promise of another orgasm that he kept just out of her reach.
She was used to quick, lackluster sex that ended after a few hasty strokes, yet despite the tension she could feel radiating off of Ben, he took his time with her, building her hunger all over again. As for him, somehow, someway, he maintained a controlled pace-one that made her desperate for a more frantic mating.
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sp; She looked over her shoulder at Ben, and swallowed hard at the sight of them together in such a primitive, uninhibited way that she'd only fantasized about. The dark, hot look in his eyes, and the barely leashed flex of his muscles in his arms and belly as he moved against her, made her shiver.
"Ben, please" she begged softly, when she'd never, ever, pleaded for anything sexual in her previous relationships. "I need you… harder, deeper, inside me."
With a ragged groan, he leaned over her from behind, his chest and abdomen pressing against the slope of her back. Bracing himself with one forearm on the bed beside her and tangling the fingers of his other hand in her hair at the nape of her neck, he gently pulled her head back so that his lips grazed her cheek. She felt completely surrounded by him, a part of him in so many ways-her body, her heart, her soul all his for the taking.
He withdrew and thrust back in to the hilt, finally filling her the way she longed to be filled-beyond what she believed was possible for her to take. And he didn't stop there. He increased the tempo of his strokes, each one a little faster, harder, deeper, than the one before.
"Oh, God," he rasped against her ear between quick pants for breath. "You're so wet. So hot… so fucking tight."
She closed her eyes and shuddered. His words were just as urgent as the unbearable pressure building between her legs and setting her aflame once again, as reckless as the demanding, aggressive way he plunged into her again, and again, and again. He overwhelmed her with desire and need, showed her what it was like to experience passion in its rawest form, and ultimately ravished her senses with the kind of emotion that was so dangerous to her heart.
A heart that was falling in love with Ben Cabrera.
Still, she accepted it all, savoring each moment, each feeling that was directly connected to this man.
He continued plunging into her with devastating effect, and incredibly, she could feel another climax rippling through her. A soft, mewling sound escaped her lips as her inner muscles contracted, squeezing hard around his shaft.
Her spontaneous response was all it took to trigger his own orgasm, and he came with a low, hoarse growl that reverberated through her entire body.
Chapter Eleven
THREE days later on the following Wednesday, Ben was sitting in the reception area of The Big Event, attempting to keep his focus on the same spy novel he'd been reading when Christine had ambushed him with her plan to seduce him on Sunday night. He kept reading the same paragraph over and over, because his mind just couldn't concentrate on the story line.
From one of the back rooms, he heard Christine and Madison talking, their animated conversation punctuated with an occasional burst of laughter. So far, since the night at the charity event, everything had been quiet in terms of anything happening to Christine, for which Ben was immensely grateful. Then again, he wasn't making it easy on anyone he didn't know to get close to her without a thorough interrogation. He was glued to her side when they were out in public, his instincts razor sharp at all times as he shuffled her from the car to her office, or wherever else she needed to go.
For now, she was keeping her outside errands to a minimum and only attending to things that were urgent. Weeding out the unimportant stuff would help to keep her as secluded as possible for the next week, until the election was finally over.
They spent their days at The Big Event, and went straight home at night and ate dinner at her place. That gave them a whole lot of alone time together, and Christine was quick to make good use of their long evenings-with sex, in lots of adventurous, daring, uninhibited positions. As if her inner seductress had been unleashed during their first time together, she'd become this insatiable, frisky, and zealous lover, eager to make up for lost time and the mediocre experiences that had left her physically unsatisfied in the past.
And even knowing they'd be parting ways in less than a week, he was so damned helpless to resist her sexy, tempting allure. Or anything else about her, for that matter.
The front door to The Big Event swung open, and Ben glanced up to see Kevin-a good friend and coworker at ESS-entering the place. Wearing one of his carefree grins, the other man strolled toward where Ben was sitting on the couch in the reception area with his feet propped up.
"Working hard as always, I see," Kevin wisecracked. "How is it that you always seem to get the cushy jobs?"
"It's all about charm and good looks, both of which you lack," Ben ribbed right back, glad to see a familiar, friendly face to break up the monotony of his day.
Kevin smirked as he dropped into the comfortable chair next to the couch. "I'm sure the hot babe I was with this weekend would disagree."
"It only takes a woman a few drinks to turn what looks like a frog into a prince." Grinning, Ben closed his book and regarded his friend curiously. "Other than busting my chops, what brings you by my neck of the woods?"
Kevin tossed the file folder he'd been holding on to the table in front of Ben. "I had the day off and I thought you might want to take a look at your next assignment, and get familiar with the logistics of the case before starting the job next week."
"Thanks. I appreciate that." Reaching for the folder. Ben flipped it open and quickly scanned the cover sheet, which contained an overview of the assignment. "Surveillance on an insurance fraud case. Those are always a load of fun," he said dryly.
"I'm sure it will be much more exciting than my security detail at the Art Institute watching over the Van Gogh exhibit for a week."
"You might be right about that," Ben said, and chuckled. Closing the folder, he set it aside and reclined back on the couch. "So, what's been going on at the office while I've been out?"
Kevin spent the next forty minutes bringing Ben up to speed on the latest happenings at ESS, including the new cases that had come in during his absence, and ending with an update on Joel Wilde's upcoming nuptials to Lora Marshall, which were set for that weekend. During that time, Madison left the office to run some errands, leaving Christine alone in one of the back rooms.
"It sure is a drag that you won't be able to join us boys for Joel's bachelor party this Thursday night at Leather and Lace," Kevin said, sounding bummed on Ben's behalf.
Surprisingly, Ben didn't even feel a glimmer of disappointment about missing out on an evening of watching various women strip down to skimpy G-strings, and that was enough to tell him just how far, and how deeply, he'd fallen for Christine in such a short span of time.
He tried not to think about that right now, because his feelings for Christine, no matter how strong and intense, made no difference to his future. After this next week, he'd still be spending it alone. "I'm sure you all will have enough fun to make up for me not being there."
"Yeah, you're probably right." Grinning, Kevin sat forward and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "In fact, I feel so bad about you not being able to go that I'll even buy an extra lap dance in your honor."
Ben laughed. "Now that's a real friend for you."
Kevin held his hands up, palms out. "Hey, you should know by now that I'm the kind of friend who'll take one for the team, if need be." After a moment, he inclined his head. "Are we at least going to see you at the wedding on Saturday?"
He shook his head, his regret genuine. Joel was the first of their tight group of Marine friends to get married, and as much as Ben wanted to be at the wedding, he had a job to do that took precedence. "I really hate to miss it, but I'll still be on this assignment and I can't leave Christine alone."
"Of course you can't," Kevin agreed easily. "So, bring her with you."
Ben sighed. After what happened at the charity event, he was trying to keep her as secluded as possible. That, and taking her to a wedding where he'd be surrounded by his best friends, and Joel's family, seemed way too intimate. "It's not that easy."
"Sure it is," Kevin refuted, completely oblivious to Ben's inner turmoil. "All you have to do is ask Christine. I'm betting she'll say yes."
"Ask me what?" Christine asked as she walk
ed into the reception area. Instead of heading toward the front desk to collect the recent mail delivery that had arrived right before Kevin, she veered toward the two of them, curiosity brightening her blue eyes.
Ben groaned beneath his breath, knowing just how persistent she could be. Before he could respond to her question, Kevin stood up and extended his hand toward Christine in greeting.
"Hi there. I'm Kevin," he said, introducing himself. Being the consummate playboy. Kevin's appreciative gaze took in Christine's blond hair, her black sweater, the red pleated skirt that showed way too much leg, and yet another pair of those head-turning high heels of hers. "I work with Ben at ESS."
Christine shook his hand, seemingly unaffected by Kevin's not-so-subtle interest that had Ben clenching his teeth in annoyance. "It's nice to meet one of the guys Ben works with." she replied with a smile, then returned her attention back to Ben. "What did you want to ask me?"
"Nothing," he replied gruffly, and cast a quick keep-your-mouth-shut glare at Kevin-a warning that his friend didn't bother to heed.
"Actually, he wanted to know if you'd accompany him to a wedding this Saturday," Kevin said with a persuasive grin as he sat back down in his chair. "Our good friend, Joel Wilde, is getting married-"
"Jesus, Kevin," Ben said, cutting him off midstream. "I already told you that I'm on assignment, and I'm sure Joel will understand why I'm not there."
Christine placed her hands on her hips, looking very determined-and sexy as hell. "You shouldn't have to miss a friend's wedding because of me. I don't have any plans for this weekend, so there's no reason why the two of us can't go together."
Ben crossed his arms over his chest and narrowed his gaze in a stern attempt to get her to back down. "We already talked about keeping your public appearances to a minimum."
She wasn't the least bit intimidated by his authoritative tone or demeanor. "Where is the wedding and reception being held?" she asked.
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