The Job Offer - By Eleanor Webb Page 0,33
on his naked chest just as he leaned in and lightly pressed his lips to the corner of her mouth in a brief kiss before claiming her lips with his own.
He kissed her softly at first with just his lips until she sighed and opened her mouth so that she could take his tongue inside. That was all the encouragement he needed before claiming her mouth in a kiss that soon went from savoring to passionate. He tasted so good again. The pleasure of his lips and tongue rubbing against hers was so exquisite that she pulled him closer until her arms were wrapped around his back. His skin felt so warm under her hands. He increased the pressure from his hand at the back of her head as his other moved under the collar of her button down shirt until his palm rested on the upper swell of her right breast, his fingers over the cup of her bra.
She finally had to break the kiss so that she could breathe and gasped when his lips found the pulse point of her neck. His arousal pressed against her and she leaned back on the couch cushions pulling him so that he could follow her down. He did, and she felt his weight upon her, his arousal pressed into the juncture of her legs. She ran his hands over the solid muscles of his back, and he pushed his arousal into her until she began to push back. Suddenly, he found the strength to break the kiss and look down at her. His eyes were hungry with passion, and his shallow breathing matched the rhythm of hers.
"Anne?"
"Yes." It was all she could say before she reached up and kissed his neck causing him to moan. Encouraged, she nibbled his ear lobe while her hands moved beneath his waistband to caress his buttocks. He continued to moan, and he moved so that she could slide her right hand around until she gripped his shaft in her hand. He pushed into her hand several times in pleasure, panting. Then suddenly he pulled her hand away and stood up.
"Not here. Bedroom," was all he could say before he pulled her up off the couch and led her to the bedroom door.
The sound of his cell phone ringing rent the silence and made her jump.
"Ignore it," Ben ordered as he opened the bedroom door and pulled her over to the bed. The phone stopped ringing then started again. Whoever it was would keep calling until Ben answered. "Damn. I'll find out who it is and get off the phone quickly." Then he went back into the sitting room, grabbed the phone, and barked into it instead of offering a greeting. She sat down shakily on the side of the bed and took several deep breaths while she listened to the one sided conversation from the bedroom. He was on the phone long enough for the demands of her body to get back under her control and the flame of desire to lower.
He finally ended the call and came into the bedroom with a frown pursing his lips. Seeing her where he left her, he sat next to her on the bed and pulled her hand to his lap, holding it between his hands. "That was work. There are some problems, and I need to make some phone calls right away. I'm sorry, Sweetheart."
"It's ok, Ben," she said softly. "Make your calls." Then she leaned over and gave him a passionless kiss. Looking into his eyes, she smiled wistfully at him and he smiled back.
"You look like you've been thoroughly kissed," he told her softly. He raised his hand and brushed his fingertips over her lips before dropping his hand again.
"I was." She stood up and walked to the bedroom door. Then she looked back at him with humor in her eyes. "I still don't know what to make of our reactions to each other, but last night was definitely not a fluke. I'm going for a walk outside and will be back at the inn in an hour. Will that give you enough time to make your calls?"
"I think so. What do you have planned for today?"
"When I get back, I was planning on having some breakfast then take a kayak out again. The weather is supposed to be nice, and I was thinking of going down the channel to Deer Harbor."
"Stop up and fetch me when you get back from your walk, and I'll