The Last Warrior (Shifters Unbound #13) - Jennifer Ashley Page 0,80

and nearly tore it from him. Ben chuckled as his flesh was exposed to the room’s cool air.

“Careful, sweetheart. I need to be in one piece for this.”

Rhianne answered by yanking open his belt and popping the button of his jeans. She proved she’d become good at zippers by pulling his down and pushing at his jeans until they pooled around his ankles.

“Now this is getting embarrassing.” Ben had to lean down and untie his boots before he could get them off and not trip on his pants.

Rhianne’s expression showed she didn’t care. Embarrassment would be for later. For now, this was delight, elation, desire.

Ben stood up in nothing but his underwear. “Not fair. I can’t be the only one almost bare-assed. Let’s get these off you.”

He unbuttoned and unzipped as Rhianne had, sliding the jeans down her legs. When she started to take off her shoes, Ben stopped her. “No. Leave those on.”

Rhianne’s expression told him she didn’t understand why, and her innocence stirred his blood. His cock gave a needy pulse.

Ben helped her get the pants all the way off, and soon Rhianne faced him in only her underwear and the high-heeled strappy shoes. A moment later the camisole was floating to the floor.

Ben’s breath caught. “By the Goddess, Rhianne. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

She flushed to match her hair. “Why would you lay your eyes …?”

“Never mind. I bet the couches are comfortable.”

When Rhianne glanced at one, Ben swept her up and carried her there. She nuzzled his neck, running fingertips along his arms as though amazed at his strength.

The sofa was wide enough to take them both. Good choice.

They lay on their sides, face to face. Rhianne ran her foot along Ben’s leg, the heel of her shoe sending all kinds of erotic flashes through his body.

“We’re still wearing too many clothes,” he said.

Rhianne’s smile stoked his fires to scalding. “For this kind of arguing, yes.”

Ben helped her wriggle from her underwear and she did the same for him. He decided not to let her take off the shoes.

“You are seriously hot,” he said as they snuggled down again.

Rhianne touched his face. “Your skin too is warm.”

He bit back laughter. “I mean sexy. Gorgeous. I want to lick you all over.”

“I could enjoy licking.” She ran her tongue up the side of his neck, right over the spiderweb tatt.

Ben groaned. “You’re going to kill me, baby. Next time, I’ll tell Connor to leave a bottle of chocolate syrup. Then we’ll never come out of here.”

Rhianne nibbled where she’d licked and then nipped her way to his chest. “I have always feared being confined. But right now, I rather like it.”

Because she knew either of them could throw down that door without a problem, Ben with his inhuman strength, she with a word of power. Plus this thing they had going on right now blotted out all other problems.

Ben bent to her throat and licked and kissed. He took his mouth down to her breasts, spending attention on them while she wound her arms around him and held him to her.

As wide as the sofa was, lovemaking would be awkward, but that added excitement. Ben finished enjoying her nipples—velvet soft, filling his mouth—and cupped her face to imbibe her beauty.

Rhianne lay against the couch’s cushioned back. A velour throw beneath them added extra softness. Shifters liked their comfort, and Ben was glad of it.

He wrapped his hand around Rhianne’s thigh and positioned it over his, bringing his cock straight to her opening.

Everything stopped. Ben wanted the world to go away until there was nothing but himself and Rhianne, the cushions beneath them, and the mate bond that was trying to infuse his body.

Ben silently said a few choice words about the Goddess and her need to bind her creations in a thing so beautiful it was painful.

Then the world surged forward again, time starting. Ben ceased worrying about his future and thrust inside the beautiful woman in his arms.

The scratch of her heel on his thigh made him wild. Ben groaned as they rocked together. In this position, they couldn’t move much, but he was deep inside her, she surrounding him completely, which was enough.

Rhianne whispered his name, ending in a little sigh that became a moan of pleasure.

In the next heartbeat, Ben realized she’d said his true name, not the truncated Ben humans and Shifters called him because they couldn’t wrap their mouths around the many syllables his parents had