Chapter Twenty-Nine
“Oh, God, yes,” Ben got out. Despite wanting to go slow and tender with Sarah, he practically crashed on top of her.
After days and nights of longing for her, he couldn’t believe it when she simply slid onto his desk and made her sultry offer.
Suddenly consumed by the prospect of making love to her, Ben felt his heart jackhammer in his chest.
He couldn’t help himself and, gathering her slim body into his arms, took her mouth by storm. She felt like heaven. She smelled of warm honey and summer flowers. Her taste was clean and sweet. And her skin, he could not get enough.
Under his hands her back felt silky smooth. Her breasts pressed to his chest and the clothing between them became unbearable.
He reached behind her to unhook her bra and she helped him by sliding her arms free. As she threw the undergarment onto the floor, her perfect breasts bounced. As he’d guessed, they were a natural B cup, with light pink nipples, now puckered, hard as pebbles and begging for the touch of his lips.
“Like what you see?” she teased, repeating the line he’d used on her.
He caught her breasts in his hands. They were firm and luscious, as he knew they’d be. “Yes, yes, yes!” Lowering his mouth to her nipple, he laved first one, then the other, using his tongue to encircle her areola.
Delighting him, she tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his camouflage pants. Just as impatient as she was, he didn’t bother with the buttons and yanked it over his head. Before he could toss it aside, her fingers were already working at his belt buckle.
He gazed at her face and nearly laughed in joy.
Her expression was one of feminine desire mixed with serious concentration.
She wanted him—Ben Paxton—-and no other.
It was the moment he’d yearned for, now here at last. Sarah did nothing by half measure.
Undressing him had become a solemn goal she must accomplish. He grinned at her intensity.
“What are you chuckling about?” she said. “I’m having trouble with this damn belt. Help me.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said. “Anything the little lady wants.” Taking hold of his belt, he yanked it free. The buckle hit the floor with a clank.
Instantly her fingers went to his cargo pants snap and then began working to lower his zipper.
Watching her, Ben held his breath. He couldn’t wait to feel her cool fingers wrapped around his manhood, and she seemed so single minded about it. Incredible. He couldn’t help it. He was thrilled. His penis swelled, hard and throbbing.
This was the same woman who’d told him only days ago no more kissing, now transformed into this sexy vixen, suddenly eager to get into his pants? He was having trouble reconciling the two.
Not that he was going to argue.
Pulling her to the edge of the desk, he made room for himself between her spread legs. Easing her down onto her back, he laid on top and ground against her sex. She gave up on his cargo pants and drew his head to hers. Spearing her hands through his hair, she urged his face close.
Ben kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth and finding hers in a dance as old as time. She was breathless, frantic, and her need sparked fire to race through his veins, inflamed his nerve endings. It seemed so unreal. That this woman, that Sarah wanted him.
“Sarah.” Like a prayer, he breathed her name into her neck. “You really are mine now.”
She gave him a sexy half smile. “I always was.”
Delight shot through him. He levered himself up, feet back on the floor, his hands going to her jeans. Undoing them, he pulled them down her thighs and she laughed at his haste.
“You have to rid me of my boots or these jeans will never come off.” She got up on her elbows, her hair tousled around her face.
“Oh, right.” He scooted her to the edge of the desk and yanked off her boots.
Throwing them over his shoulder, they hit the floor against the wall.
Next, he worked at her jeans, peeling them down to reveal her tiny thong underwear, shell pink like her bra.
Cupping her sex with his hand, his middle finger found her clitoris and he gave the tender place tiny rubs.
Dampness spread on the panties. Her breath caught.
Her beautiful eyes were half closed and darkened.
Crouching, he drew the thong from her hips, kissing every inch of skin as they went. When at last they were discarded, and she was completely nude, he gently pushed her back.
Late afternoon sunlight slanted in through an upper window, bathing Sarah in golden light.
It glowed on her skin, emphasized her cheeks, the delicacy of her collarbones, the sharp points of her nipples.
It streaked over her flat belly and slender thighs.
Her hair spread around her in all its beauty, and Ben stood looking at her for long seconds, unable to blink.
She was a dream come true. His dream.
Hovering between her legs, he breathed her in, and her feminine scent drove him wild.
Holding her thighs, he touched his tongue to the very heart of her sex.
She jerked and moaned. She became so wet that the evidence of her desire for him notched his excitement even higher.
Over and over, he licked her. On a guttural groan, she lifted her hips off the desk, straining to his face. He couldn’t get enough.
Because she was Sarah. His Sarah.
Her legs trembling, her breath coming in fast pants, she whispered, “Ben, I want ... I want—”
“Want me inside you?” he said on a low grunt, rising to kiss her belly and breasts.
“Now,” she commanded him, “I want you inside me now.”
It took mere seconds to pull off his pants and cover her.
She reached down, enclosing his hard-on in her warm fingers. She gave a pleased hum and stroked him from root to tip.
He couldn’t take that or it would be over too soon. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as possible. So, gently extricating her grasp, he placed his hands beneath her bottom. Gratifying him, she opened her legs farther, allowed him a much deeper access.
Positioning himself at her warm, wet opening, he pushed inside.
Sweat gathered in the small of his back, on his upper lip.
After only a moment of her body’s initial resistance, her natural lubricant covered his flesh and he entered her deeply.
Nothing had ever felt better, more real, or more right. In sublime bliss, he closed his eyes.
Sarah wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing everywhere she could reach—his neck, his throat, his brow.
Stroking his shoulders, she licked her upper lip, then worried her lower with her teeth.
Her gaze grew misty, unfocused. She was a woman lost in sexual need, and he was beyond pleased to be the man answering that need.
She was delirious, wet, sloppy. He loved every second.
Establishing a smooth, steady rhythm, Ben watched her face, delighted in every emotion crossing her features.
In moments, she gasped, bucked under him and he could not take his eyes off her as a powerful explosion rocked her body. She cried out, her climax driving her to spread her legs even wider, and Ben felt himself racing toward his own orgasm.
The release came like a rushing tidal wave, crashing over him, tumbling him to shore.
For long moments, they lay locked together, their breathing slowing.
His chest still heaving, Ben lifted off her onto his elbows, stroked hair from her face, and kissed her nose. “Wow,” he said. “I had no idea that office desks turned you on. You might’ve mentioned that earlier.”
She smiled, turning her head to glance around. “Yeah. Desks really get to me.”
He chuckled, more delighted than he’d ever been in his life.
****
Sarah kept her smile. Ben certainly looked happy. She was, too. He was a wonderful man, an admirable man. She still felt drunk with emotion.
She loved it when he helped her up and collected her clothing.
After he pulled on his own, he drove them to his condo, and she sat snug to his side.
On the short drive, he leaned over to kiss her so many times she protested that he wasn’t watching the road.
Dreamily, she laid her head on his shoulder. What a man.
At the condo, Ben led her inside, still stealing kisses, making her giggle, and they made it halfway down the hall before again tearing at one another’s clothing.
This time, Ben took her up against the wall.
Sarah wrapped her bare legs around his hips, impassioned and eager as he thrust into her. Steadying her on the wall, he bent to take one pink nipple into his mouth and pluck at it with his lips.
With her arms around his back, Sarah urged him on. She wanted more, all he could give.
In twin cries of pleasure, they came together.
Still attached to her, Ben carried her, shuffling, to his bedroom and they fell together onto the soft mattress. “I was beginning to think we’d never make it to bed,” Ben said, cupping her face.
She curled into him, wrapped one bare leg around his back. “I’m ready.”
He grinned in masculine satisfaction and bent to her again.
They made love two more times that night and again in the morning.
Ben got up and this time, he fixed her breakfast.
Exhausted, it was mid-morning before she wandered into the kitchen. She’d found a white terry cloth robe in his closet, and she let the ties trail along the floor behind her. “Smells good,” she said. “What are you making?”
“Waffles,” he said. “With lots of butter and syrup.”
Her eyes widened. Her newly restricted caloric intake certainly wouldn’t survive butter and syrup.
Watching Ben work industriously over the waffle maker, humming, pouring in batter, she couldn’t tell him that.
For some reason, she resisted telling him she’d decided to return to modeling.
Not now. Perhaps she could get away with eating half a waffle.
Her stomach rumbled, reminded her of how hungry she’d been the whole time she’d spent in her profession.
She remembered denying herself simple food, starving, and she recalled hating the necessary evil.
Unless one was plus-sized, overweight models didn’t get work.
Gritting her teeth, she glanced into his fruit bowl for lemons. Naturally it was empty.
Sigh.
From the counter, her phone chirruped. It was Milly.
“Hi, honey,” Milly said, her voice upbeat. “I’m here in the diner with your dad. We’re calling to see how you’re doing down there in Texas?”
Sarah smiled secretly at Ben. Her lover. “I’m just fine. Ben takes me to his work and I get to watch a lot of training. It’s fun. How are you?”
“Good, good. I wanted you to know that things have really quieted down here in Mountain Wood.” Milly paused. “It was a good idea Ben had, getting you out of the vicinity. Nothing bad happened. Maybe that guy has given up.”
“You think he’s gone?” Sarah asked, hopeful.
“Well, I don’t know. Whoever was threatening you went silent, though. Here, your dad wants to say hello.”
Big Jim got on the phone. “Travis Butler and I’ve been watching the ranch real close. We haven’t seen anything, but I don’t want you comin’ home until the coast’s clear.”
Sarah drew a breath. “I know, Dad. I think Ben will want to keep me here a while longer.”
Ben used a spatula to ease a waffle on a plate for her. He grinned. “A lot longer,” he mouthed.
She hung up the phone and ate the whole waffle.
****
The long weekend was spent in Ben’s bed. Neither Sarah nor Ben wanted to leave, exploring each other’s bodies, insatiable, drugged on lovemaking. He had food delivered and on Sunday evening they sat up in bed, pillows at their back, drinking glasses of pinot grigio. Well, she had half a glass.
On the nightstand, Ben’s phone buzzed. He reached a lazy arm across Sarah’s nude body to study the screen and put it to his ear. “Chief King,” he said. “What’s up?”
Sarah tensed, watching him.
Ben listened, his features hard, then suddenly, he relaxed. “Damn,” he said. “I’m glad to hear it. I’ll tell Sarah right now. Damn,” he repeated.
Putting his phone down, Ben reached for her hand. “Good news,” he said. “Ridley Kemper was caught in Idaho, selling drugs. He’s now in police custody.”