Between Love and Honor (Men of the Secret Service #3) - Tracy Solheim Page 0,56
get started, woman?”
His body protested strongly when he yanked her fingers away. But he wasn’t getting off in her hand. No way. Not after waiting thirteen long years to be inside her again. He shoved at her shoulders indicating she should finish undressing.
“Mmm,” she said, before climbing off the bed and shimmying out of her pants.
Ben froze in the midst of shoving his jeans down his thighs, reveling in the sight of her in nothing but a black pair of panties. Of course they are black. Aware she had his attention, she took her time sliding the silky fabric down her long legs before kicking them off. He swore savagely when he jostled his shoulder trying to shuck his jeans. Her laughter didn’t help.
“Lie back,” she ordered with a grin. “That way I can pull them off.”
After a brief hesitation where he reminded himself that he wanted to get to the main event by any means possible, he did as she asked. The position left him vulnerable, but the view of a naked Quinn more than made up for it.
She reached up and tugged his jeans off his legs, wearing nothing but a cat-ate-the-canary grin. He watched through half-closed eyes as she slowly crawled up his body, stopping here and there to plant a kiss on his fevered skin. When she was face-to-face with his arousal, he shuddered at the carnal image. But he didn’t want her to linger there. He wanted her beneath him.
Now.
“Come here,” he commanded while giving her hair a gentle tug.
She remained where she was. “I like the view right here,” she replied before blowing a soft breath over the tip of him.
He bucked beneath her and that seemed to be all the encouragement she needed. Without hesitation, she drew the shaft into her mouth, suckling tightly around him. Every molecule of sense left in his brain evaporated instantly. His fingers tangled in her hair allowing him to guide her head for maximum pleasure. The soft sighs somehow managing to escape her mouth grew more urgent as the climax built inside him.
“No!” he yelled grabbing her head with his palms.
Her lips were swollen and her eyes unfocused when she looked up at him.
“Not until I’m inside you,” he explained.
She nodded, still appearing to be disoriented. But then she crawled up his legs until she was poised above his erection. Ben tugged at her hips.
“Not yet.”
Now she was beginning to look annoyed. He knew exactly how to wipe that expression off her face, however.
“Ladies first,” he said as he dug his fingers into her fine ass and brought her forward toward his lips.
“Not necessary.”
But her body wasn’t protesting as much as her mouth was. Her palms hit the glass with a slap when she came up on her knees above him. He inhaled the musky smell of her, wet and ready for him. It was all he could do to keep his own body from climaxing. He needed to hurry this along but he wanted her to enjoy this time more than she had their first go around. He wanted her to want more. Lots more.
He nipped at the inside of her thigh. She responded with an aroused sigh and thrust of her hips. It was all the invitation he needed. He slipped his tongue inside to the sounds of her delighted cries when he began to suck on the aroused nub. She called out his name pleading with him to hurry, but that wasn’t in the game plan. Twice he brought her to the brink without taking her over the edge. Her thighs clamped around his head in frustration. He chuckled as he cupped her luscious ass. Quinn let out a very unladylike string of expletives. Then she proceeded to tell him how she planned to torture him next. A sheen of perspiration broke on his body just listening to her erotic words. Suddenly he couldn’t make her come fast enough. Her release had her pounding on the window in front of her and declaring Ben a god. Feeling a bit smug, he bit the inside of her other thigh just for parity.
This time she let out a very satisfied sigh before scooching back onto his belly. She flipped her head back to clear the curtain of hair from her face. When she looked down at him, her effervescent smile was another boost to his ego.
“Turn over,” he commanded.
She shook her head, gesturing to his shoulder. “You’re not functioning at a hundred percent.”