Chapter 11 #2
“I don’t like being watched,” she replied and still didn’t move. “I don’t like having to look over my shoulder and wonder where that asshole might be.”
Ben sat back in the chair, let his palms rest on his thighs. “You don’t like being afraid.”
She licked her lips. They’d probably been heavily glossed a few hours earlier, now they were their natural tone, glistening slightly after the sway of her tongue over them.
“Fear is not an option,” she replied and took a step closer.
Her hips swayed with the movement, a motion that had his dick twitching.
“If people know what you fear, they can manipulate you with that knowledge.” Her voice had lowered slightly, her approach continuing.
She was coming to him, enticing him along the way. And damn, his hands itched to touch her.
“I will not be manipulated and I will not be scared away. I’m going to prosecute the hell out of this case and I’m going to put Vega’s cold-hearted ass in jail,” he said in a steely tone.
There was only a slight elevation in her voice and her breasts jiggled as she stopped in front of him, those feisty pink shoes leading her right between his legs.
“I won’t let him manipulate or scare you, Victoria. I can promise you that.” Ben had to keep talking to keep from reaching forward, from touching the thighs that looked so full and so soft even beneath the denim.
She chuckled then and tossed her hair back. “I’m not just talking about Vega,” she told him about a second or so before she leaned over and swiped her tongue over his bottom lip.
Victoria
This wasn’t what she came here for. Then again, maybe it was.
She wasn’t going to deny that she’d been thinking about Ben all evening.
Even though for a while she and Clinton had managed to keep the topic of conversation on anything but him and this case, Grace, in all her candid glory had managed to circle right back to him.
She thought they made a cute couple, thought Ben could relax Victoria a bit, thought Victoria would love his family once she let go of her misconceptions.
And when Clinton had gone to the bathroom, she’d made a point to go into how sexy Ben was, how his body screamed “dick you down” were her exact words.
After seeing that note and that picture of them looking so comfortable at lunch she’d driven here without delay or doubt.
She’d known the address on the note was his because Grace knew the realtor who’d shown him the house a year ago.
The realtor was so happy to have made the huge sale to a Donovan she’d blabbed immediately.
And as rumors are usually spread, Grace had raced to tell Victoria.
As for Victoria, she didn’t repeat the information, but she hadn’t forgotten it either.
Now she was practically straddling him in a chair in the middle of his dining room. It was unprecedented.
And when his tongue snaked out to touch hers lightly it was like lightning streaking through the sky. She pressed forward hungrily, accepting the swift pressure of his mouth against hers, the needy exchange that had her breasts swelling, nipples hardening.
His hands went immediately to her waist, his palms slipping down to cup her ass in a tight grip.
She moaned into his mouth, heard the distinct groan of a man on the edge.
When he tore his mouth away, nipping the skin along her chin, down to her neck with teeth and tongue Victoria couldn’t help but gasp.
One of his hands had moved in a northerly direction by then, slipping beneath the rim of her top, the pads of his fingers rubbing warmly over her skin.
It had been far too long since she’d felt the deliciousness of arousal, the intense waves of passion rippling through her body.
And truth be told, she’d never felt either emotion like this.
“I’m going to make love to you all night,” he said in a tone that had gone from its normal sexy timbre to a deep guttural rasp that stroked every nerve ending his kisses had already exposed.
That’s when she noticed his shirt was open, his chest exposed. Dark skin was smooth, cut into perfect pectorals and sculpted abs. Her hands went there, had no other choice really, fingers moving shakily over his skin.
“Yes,” was her breathy response, because really there was no other possible reply.
This was what she wanted. This was the reason she’d driven here without a second thought. She’d come to him when she probably should’ve gone straight to the police. She’d come to him and that was all that mattered right now.
“Not here. Not like this,” he said pulling his mouth away from her.
When she opened her eyes, let them focus again she saw his eyes had darkened, his lips slightly parted as he struggled for breath the same way she did.
“Upstairs, in my bed,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup her face. “Is that okay with you?”
She nodded. “That’s okay with me.”
Backing off his lap she stood and waited for him to join her.
Her heart startled a bit when he took her hand.
It was a simple enough action and after the heavy duty kissing and groping they’d been doing probably seemed a little on the chaste side.
And yet, a fluttering started in her chest, slowly slithering down to settle into her belly.
Ben led the way out of the dining room, back through the living room toward the stairs.
Luckily she’d looked around earlier, saw the lavishly decorated bachelor pad that screamed like a page from a magazine.
This trip through the house her gaze couldn’t be torn away from the man in front of her, the way his jeans cupped his ass, his thighs.
The confident strides he took and oh yes, the soft grasp in which he kept hold of her hand.
The upstairs hallway walls were flanked with pictures.
They passed them and two partially opened doors turning to walk through the third door on the left.
A light was already on in this room, his bedroom.
The king-size bed and plush dark brown carpet gave that fact away.
Looking straight ahead she could see out to the Vegas night.
Ben let her hand go then and walked across the room pulling a string that drew custom blinds closed, casting a dimmer scene in the room.
On his trek back he removed his shirt, tossing it so that it fell over the arm of a leather chair.
Victoria shifted, then let her hands grasp the hem of her blouse about to pull it over her head.
“No,” he said coming to stand in front of her quickly. “I’ll do it. In here.”
He had her hand again, this time walking her to a door across from his bed.
After he touched a pad on the wall recessed lighting showed his master bathroom, decorated in deep greens and soft browns.
A sunken tub caught her attention, to be followed by the man that turned the knobs to run water into same.
When he returned to her again it was to lift the silky material slowly over her head.
“I’ve dreamed of this day for far too long to let it go fast,” he said.
When her blouse was lying on the marble vanity top beneath the mirror, his fingers whispered over the line of her neck.
“I want,” he began then shook his head. “No, I need to see every inch of you.”
He cupped her breasts in the strapless bra that held them high. Reaching around to her back he undid the clasp, pulling the bra away to sit next to her blouse.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze fixated on her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her puckered nipples.
“Ben,” she gasped his name as her knees shook. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to stand upright with his intense perusal and electrifying touch.
“Shhh. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he said taking a step closer his hands moving to the button of her jeans. “Look at me, Victoria.”
She did and what she saw was a desire that most likely mirrored her own.
“We’re going to be so damned good together,” he told her before he leaned forward to kiss her lips.
Victoria nodded and whispered, “So damn good.”
When he’d removed her jeans and panties, taking her shoes off and shaking his head at them before placing them on the floor close to the door he stood again and stared at her.
“I knew you were fine. But now that seems to be an understatement.” His voice was a huskier now, thick with the arousal they were both experiencing.
Victoria took a step to him this time, reaching for the button on his jeans. “Maybe I’d like to see if you’re as good looking as I’ve always thought as well.”
He stood still while she pushed his jeans and his boxers over his hips.
Then, as if just recalling he still wore them, he blinked and stepped out of his shoes so she could push the garments all the way down and off.
He was gorgeous. That had been seen easily when he walked the length of any courtroom dressed in a suit.
Or when he began his rebuttal and had to come out of the suit jacket.
Even tonight when she’d seen him in jeans and a shirt he’d looked exceptionally enticing.
But now, standing here naked there wasn’t really a word to describe him.
If someone had passed her a thesaurus she still wouldn’t find an adequate enough description.
Everything about him screamed perfect, just as she’d always thought.
For a minute she figured he was too good to be true, but he reached for her then, she felt the tingles of desire sifting up and down her spine and knew instinctively this was real.
He was real and she was right here with him.
“Come on,” he said when they’d both stared their fill and led her to the tub.
He washed her slowly, gently, methodically she thought.
Each touch designed to nudge her excitement another notch.
When he touched between her legs she sighed and pressed closer to him.
He grinned, that all-knowing I-know-I’m-the-ish grin he had, and she felt the need to get back at him.
So using the bar of soap she built a thick lather in her hands then slipped them over his length.
After only two strokes he was moaning, his eyes closing and Victoria’s chest puffed with pride. Two could certainly play that game.
“Enough,” he groaned grabbing her wrists and rinsing them both off without another word.
He dried her with a thick fresh-smelling towel then escorted her back into the bedroom.
This was it. The moment she’d both longed for and dreaded simultaneously.
Her heart hammered in her chest as she glanced at the large bed, then turned back to stare at him.
Ben tugged at the towel she held around her, letting it fall to the floor.
Then he grabbed her by the waist, lifting her so that her legs wrapped around him.
“Now,” he growled taking her mouth in a hungry kiss, tongue and teeth included.
The initial thrust was so quick, so potent, Victoria gasped, her nails digging deep into the skin of his shoulders.
He was pumping before she could take her next breath and all she could do was sigh and hold on.
When he finally let her fall back on the bed her thighs were quivering, chest heaving.
She reached for him immediately and he was there again, planted firmly inside her so perfectly she might even begin to believe they were meant to be together.
He moved slow, plunging deeper, holding her tighter than Victoria had ever been held before.
In return, she held onto him unwilling to let go of this foreign feeling coursing through her body.
Her legs lifted of their own accord and he reached back to lock them just above his hips.
Pushing up slightly he changed the angle of his entrance and proceeded to drive her delirious with desire.
It was when she felt herself slipping, the control she normally kept on a tight rein drifting slowly but surely out of her reach, that he said her name.
“Victoria.” It was gruff and beautiful and her walls contracted around his shaft in response. “Open your eyes and look at me. I want you to see what you do to me. See how much fuckin’ good it’s gonna feel when I come inside you.”
The words didn’t make sense to her, hadn’t been words she’d heard before.
None of that meant she was going to ignore his request. She couldn’t, especially not since each word he’d spoken had drenched her in heat.
Wrapped her in a sense of ownership and security all at the same time.
She stared up at him, immediately seeing his need for her reflecting in the bunch of his brow, the tightness of his jaw as he frowned down at her.
Not in anger or distaste. No, this was definitely a look of reverence, a touch of disbelief, but filled with pleasure.
Joy and desire overwhelmed her in that moment.
His thighs tensed as he pushed deeper inside of her, filling her, completing her.
She gasped and let go, let all her worries and inhibitions where this man was concerned drift happily away on the tidal wave that culminated in a fantastic orgasm.
Moments and several blissful thrusts later, he followed suit with a pained expression on his face, a gasp and a deeply moaned, “Fuucck!”