by Lexy Timms
“Ben,” she demanded, reaching between his legs.
“Katherine, not here.”
That seemed to get through. She stopped her attack and pulled back a few inches. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. Let’s get out of here,” he replied.
She sat back in her seat. “I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what came over me.”
“Sweetheart, don’t be sorry.”
He started the SUV, did a quick check and pulled into the road, anxious as hell to get home. He was almost afraid to ask her. When he passed the exit that would lead to her street, she didn’t say anything. He took that as the all clear to head to his house. He punched in the security code on his gate and nearly rammed it when it wouldn’t open fast enough.
He pulled around, parking in front of the house instead of the garage and turned off the Range Rover. She didn’t make a move to unfasten her seatbelt. He didn’t want to spook her.
“Katherine?”
She turned to look at him, tears in her eyes. “Thank you.”
“For?”
“Tonight. It was amazing.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome.”
“No, seriously. It was nice to see normal. I mean, like, I’ve seen normal, but I’ve never really got to be a part of normal. Thank you for showing me how to relax and just enjoy life without worrying so much.”
“You didn’t even look over your shoulder once tonight, do you realize that?” he asked in a low voice.
She smiled. “I do now.”
“Life can be good for you here,” he told her, reaching out to touch her hand.
She let out a long sigh. “I’m sure it can be. Can we just focus on the right now?”
He nodded. “Definitely. Right now, I’d like to get out of this car and into the house. Does that work for you?”
She grinned. “Yes, it does!”
He opened the door and quickly helped her out, escorting her into his home once again.
Chapter Twenty
Katherine
THEY HAD BARELY MADE it through the front door of his home before his mouth was on hers. She loved how eager he was and had been feeling the same way all night. The dancing and grinding against one another had been foreplay. Very extended foreplay that left her wet, hot and extremely agitated. Her skin felt too tight as his mouth moved over hers, his tongue delving in and out. She loved the way he tasted and smelled.
It wasn’t enough. She wanted to climb on and ride him with her skin pressed against his. She wanted more. He seemed to be holding back. She knew why. He was worried about freaking her out or hurting her. She couldn’t be hurt—not by him. Every part of her was on fire. He had to know how much she wanted him.
“Ben, I really need you,” she mumbled against his mouth.
He pulled away and looked at her, giving her a quick kiss before smiling at her. “Can I get you a drink? Do you want to slow this down?”
Her eyes went wide. “No! Absolutely not!”
He chuckled. “Good, I was hoping you would say that. Let’s go upstairs.”
She nodded her head and let him lead the way. The entire time she walked behind him, she stared at his ass, and watched the way his shoulders moved. She was horny. Every little thing about the man was making her crazy. Her free hand reached out and ran down the side of his back, feeling the muscles ripple under his shirt. He turned back to look at her, heat in his eyes.
She wanted to make him lose control of the restraint. She had a feeling there was a wild, virile man underneath all that coolness and she was going to find him and bring him out. Maybe it was the alcohol taking the edge off, but she felt uninhibited with him. Like she could do anything, and it would be great.
They hit the landing and he was walking much faster, practically dragging her to his bedroom.
“Ben,” she said from behind him.
“What?”
“Don’t hold back. Let me have you—all of you,” she demanded.
He pushed open his bedroom door. “Your ribs,” he reminded her.
“I’m fine,” she said a little too eagerly.
“Sweetheart, I could never live with myself if I hurt you,” he said, closing his door and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to him.
She looked at him and realized asking had been a mistake. Her eyes dropped to his mouth and then to his chest. She was going to show him what she wanted. That first time together, she’d gotten a little glimpse of the feral beast inside him. She was going to drag it out of him one way or another.
“Can we turn on some music?” she asked.
He looked at her before nodding. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”
“Something with a slow beat,” she instructed.
He walked to a small table, picked up a remote and music flooded the room. She looked up at the ceiling, finding the speaker and smiling. She knew he would have a similar setup in his house as she did at her old house with Tim.
He set the remote down and raised an eyebrow. “Good?”
“Very. Ben, I want you to take off your shirt,” she said, moving away from him when he reached out for her.
He raised an eyebrow. “I planned on it,” he said with a grin.
She shook her head. “Now,” she replied in a firm voice.
His hands reached to the hem of his shirt, pulling it off and revealing his gorgeous, tanned and muscled chest. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down as she surveyed his body. The man was gorgeous, better than any model in a Calvin Klein ad.
“Jeans,” she ordered.
His eyes held hers as he unfastened his jeans, kicked off his shoes and stepped out of them. She nodded her head in approval.
“I feel like you’re a little overdressed,” he commented.
“Have a seat,” she ordered, gesturing to the chair positioned in the corner of his huge room.
He hesitated for a second but turned and moved to do as she asked. She grabbed the lighter on the mantle of the fireplace and quickly lit the candles around the room before turning off the lights. She could feel his eyes on her the entire time. She felt sexy and desirable and very confident in what she was about to do.
“Katherine,” he said her name.
She turned to look at him. She put a finger to her lips, shushing him. Heat pooled in his eyes. She turned, bent over and quickly unzipped the tiny zipper on each bootie before kicking them off. She could feel his eyes on her body and made sure she exaggerated every move.
As he watched, she moved her body, letting herself get lost in the music as she slowly stripped off her sweater, revealing her pale pink bra. She could see his erection blooming under the fabric of his briefs and continued her slow, tantalizing dance, unbuttoning the jeans and sliding them down her hips, giving him her backside as she pushed them down, bending over as she pulled them from her legs.
When she turned back to face him, she could see a glimpse of that wild side in him, begging to be released. She moved slowly, swaying her hips and doing a dance that mimicked lovemaking, running her hands over her breasts, her head dropping back as she let herself go. She unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor in front of her before moving her hands over her breasts, massaging and cupping them as he stared with utter fascination. She danced her way towards him, gyrating her body inches from his face. The lap dance was another thing she’d seen on some movie and reenacting it for him was making her feel erotic.
His hands reached out to grip her hips. She turned back to look at him and smiled. The beast was unleashed. He stood up behind her, his erection pressing against her as she swayed her hips, bending down to reach her toes, his hands holding her against him as he ground against her.
“Katherine,” he groaned her name.
She pushed back against him, giving him permission, begging for him to take her.
It was all he needed, his hand squeezed her ass before reaching around and cupping her between her legs. She gasped. The heat of his p
alm and the pressure was what she had been begging for. His hands moved to her thong, pushing it down her legs. She quickly stepped out of it, her back still to him.
A few seconds later, she saw his underwear hit the ground and grinned. He moved close against her, his erection pressed against her butt. His hand splayed over her belly, traveling south to where she was hot, wet and ready. He reached one finger down, spreading her folds and caressing her. Her head leaned back, resting against his shoulder as his other hand moved to cup her breast. The combination of teasing between her legs and her hard, puckered nipples was making her crazy.
She stepped away from him, spun around and with one hard shove, sent him sprawling into the chair behind him. The look on his face was priceless. His nostrils flared as she walked towards him, yanking him forward in the chair before turning around and lowering herself over his body.
His hands went back to her hips, guiding her over him. She reached between her legs and fisted his hard length before lining it up and slowly sliding down, her body opening for his entrance. Every solid inch making her wetter and taking her one step closer to an orgasm.
She sat down, leaning forward to take him a little deeper before she began to move, riding him as if she were in a race to get somewhere. His grunts and shouts of pleasure coming from behind her took her higher.
“Yes!” she screamed, her body exploding around him buried deep inside her, quivering with sensual delight as she rode him.
He sprung forward, lifting her, impaling her body deeper before pulling out and spinning her around.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he snarled in a voice that made her shiver with anticipation.
He grabbed hold of her hands, moving behind her and putting her hands on the back of the chair. Her heart was racing with excitement. With one long, hard thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her body with his hard length.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head rolling back and forth as she stared down at her hands gripping the back of the chair.
He stroked in and out, slow and deep. She could feel the tension in his body winding higher and higher.
“More!” she demanded, feeling confident and brave.
“Fuck,” he moaned a second before he gave her what she’d been begging for.
He fucked her hard and fast, that last shred of self-control evaporating as he gave into the animalistic instinct. She held on for dear life, taking every hard thrust with eagerness, pushing back and demanding more of him.
“More?” he growled, his mouth close to her ear.
“More. Fuck me, Ben, fuck me!”
He pulled out, causing her to cry out in frustration. He scooped her up, his arms under her knees as he stalked to the bed, carefully depositing her on it before crawling up to join her. She spread her legs, eager to have him return to her body. His hands went to her knees bending them and spreading her wide before pulling her butt towards where he was kneeling. His hand reached between her legs, teasing the most sensitive part of her before pushing a finger inside.
“Ben,” she murmured, wanting him again.
He answered by sliding inside her in an agonizingly slow pace, his eyes focused on the part of her he was pushing inside. She watched him stare at her apex, the heat in his eyes, the clenching of his jaw telling her how turned on he was. It was too much. She began to writhe, her body wanted more.
His eyes met hers before he looked down at their joined bodies and reached out, putting his finger on the extremely sensitive and very swollen nub. Her back arched, taking him deeper inside as he rubbed and teased and took her somewhere she’d never been.
“That’s it sweetheart. Give it to me. I want to watch you cum on me. Let me see,” he encouraged in a low guttural voice that felt like sand paper over raw nerves.
Her body responded as he commanded. She erupted, her juices soaking him as her body milked him with tiny little tremors that took her higher and higher. He moved his hand and began to fuck her in earnest. Grunting and groaning, cursing as he lost all control. His movements chasing her across the bed as he thrust hard and deep into her.
When she felt the explosion inside her followed by his shout of exquisite pleasure, she found herself riding the orgasm with him. He collapsed beside her, his arm pulling her close as he struggled to catch his breath.
“My god,” he said between breaths.
She giggled. “Damn that was amazing.”
“You know how to tempt me. You have to be careful. With you, I have no control.”
“Good. Don’t be controlled. I want you—all of you. Show me how much you want me,” she whispered.
He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. “I’m afraid I’ll split you in two,” he murmured.
The thought made her hot all over again. “You won’t. I’m not fragile. I want you in every way.”
He nodded his head, kissing her again. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. Next time, don’t hold back.”
“Give me five minutes and I’ll give you what you want,” he said close to her ear.
She giggled, excited for what he would show her. She wanted to feel passion that couldn’t be sated. She wanted to know she was sexy and beautiful and could make him lose all control. She was loving her new outlook on life. She loved having the power to be do what she wanted and that included making the man next to her crazy with lust.
Chapter Twenty-One
Ben
HE FELT GOOD AS HE walked down the hall, smiling and nodding at everyone he passed, even some of the executives he wasn’t super fond of. His mood was too good for anyone or anything to ruin. He had just had what he was going to call the best weekend of his life. The sex had been off the charts and he could honestly say he was completely satisfied in a way he never knew was possible.
“Good morning,” he nodded to one of the janitors putting the finishing touches on the shiny front reception desk.
The janitor looked at him as if he had two heads. Ben grinned and continued on his way to the elevators, Katherine on his mind the entire time. They had spent most of Saturday in bed, only getting up long enough to eat before finding themselves in the throes of yet another passionate embrace. He was addicted to her but wanted her to know it was about a lot more than sex. He wanted the total package and had insisted they leave the house on Sunday, even if he would have loved to spend another day in bed with her.
They had gone on a winery tour. He’d been to plenty of wineries, but it had never been quite as enjoyable as it had been with her. She had also been on numerous winery tours, but she too said it had been different with him. He believed her. They shared glasses of wine, talked about the flavors and enjoyed the natural beauty of the vineyards.
From the moment they walked into his house on Friday evening, it had been like they stepped into their own world. Nothing could sully it. They were in their own little bubble, just the two of them. He smiled thinking about how well they got along. She was perfect in every way. He stepped into the elevator and thought about the movie he had seen with Katherine. It had been a silly movie that was really not his style, but she said she wanted to laugh. He wanted to accommodate her and agreed to go into an actual theater, although he had his own spotlessly clean theater at home. They shared a bucket of popcorn and laughed hysterically at the ridiculous antics on the big screen.
When the elevator stopped on his floor, he strolled down the hall towards his office. He could see Rachel wasn’t at her desk yet and stopped to grab a cup of coffee from the stocked kitchen he provided for his employees. He chatted with a few of the employees before he heard Rachel’s voice and practically chased her down the hall. He was anxious to find out how it had gone with Will.
“Hey,” he said, startling her as she was getting ready to take her seat.
“You scared me!” she practically shouted, reaching out to slap him on the arm, nearly spilling his coffee on him.
“Sorry, come in my office,” he told her.
“What’s up?�
�� she asked.
She was playing innocent and he wasn’t going to fall for it. He stood inside his office waiting for her to follow. She stared at him, growled and stomped inside as if she were going before a firing squad. He was grinning like an idiot as he closed the door behind her.
“Sit, sit,” he gestured to the couch and chairs in the office.
“Ben, I am not telling you anything,” she blurted out before he even got the chance to grill her.
He shook his head. “Oh, yes you are. I want details. Well, not details, but I want to know how it went.”
She groaned and flopped down on the sofa. “I’m not saying anything. I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Yes, you do.”
“I hate you,” she said half-heartedly.
He ignored her words and grinned, sitting in the chair across from her. “Soooo,” he dragged out the word, knowing he would get it out of her eventually.
“So, what? Shouldn’t you be working or something? It’s a Monday. You have to be swamped. You don’t have time to sit around gossiping like a teenage girl.”
“I came in early,” he shrugged.
“What do you want to know?” she playfully snapped.
He waggled his eyebrows. “You and Will seemed to be having a good time Friday night.”
“Yes, we did.”
“Rachel, you’re killing me. What do you think? Do you like him?”
She closed her eyes. She was only playing difficult. He knew she wanted to tell him. They were truly best friends and told each other almost everything.
“I do,” she said with a sigh.
He grinned. “I knew it. Don’t you wish you would have agreed to go out with him sooner?”
She shrugged. “Maybe, but I think there is a time for everything. This is our time. If I would have met him earlier maybe we wouldn’t have hit it off nearly as well as we did.”
“Damn, you’re like a wise Yoda.”
She rolled her eyes. “What about you and Katherine? How was your night?”
