Between Love and Honor (Men of the Secret Service #3) - Tracy Solheim Page 0,57

“You don’t need to worry about me, Brit. I’d have to be dead to not function at a hundred percent during sex.”

The damn woman actually rolled her eyes. He bucked beneath her, but all that did was bring his erection in contact with that sweet ass of hers. With a frustrated groan that sounded like a snarl even to his own ears, he reached into the side table and pulled out a condom. She snatched it from his fingers and tore it open with less than steady hands. Ben took the opportunity to fondle her breasts. One way or another, he’d wear her down and get what he wanted.

She took her time rolling the condom over him, meting out her torture with a broad smile. Once she finished, she came forward on her knees to press a tender kiss at each side of his mouth. Ben didn’t want gentle. He gripped her head between his palms and brought her lips down for a punishing kiss. One she met with the same abandon.

Several long moments later, he was still on the bottom and she breathlessly lowered herself onto him. He gripped her hips with his fingers as he guided her down. A hiss escaped his mouth when she was fully seated. She was still breathing heavily when she started to move, but he wasn’t ready to relinquish all the power. He let her do the work until she let out a frustrated groan.

He skimmed his fingers up her sides to capture her breasts in his hands where he returned the torture. When he began to move slowly beneath her, she threw her head back with a sigh.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

Her soft pleas and erotic movements were wearing down the tight leash he had on his body. They began to move in a rhythm, perfect in its synchronicity. Just as he always dreamed it would be between them. His release was building inside him. She closed her eyes dropped her chin as she rode him harder.

“Hurry, Ben,” she begged.

But he wouldn’t, not until she’d come again. He reached between their slick bodies and brushed his thumb against her sweet spot, feeling the tension build within. She cried out with joy at his touch. With his other hand, he rolled her nipple between his fingers until her entire body spasmed with release.

She was beautiful in her climax. And Ben wanted nothing more than to watch her come all night, but his body had other ideas. Unable to wait for her to return to earth, he thrust deeply two times before roaring at the welcome release. He was still sucking in deep breaths when she slumped down on top of him. The beat of her heart echoed his. She buried her face in his neck. He wrapped his arms snugly around her body. And he was never going to let go.

Chapter Twelve

Later that evening, sitting on one of the barstools surrounding the island in the kitchen, Quinn shamelessly admired Ben’s sleek back. Dressed in nothing but a pair of board shorts slung low on his hips, his tanned feet bare against the wood floor and his hair still a tousled mess from her fingers, he looked more appetizing than the dinner he was preparing. His muscles rippled and flexed as he carefully piled shaved roast beef on thick slices of French bread. Having just spent the last couple of hours exploring those same muscles with her hands and mouth, she could attest that his boast of being able to perform at a hundred percent in spite of a stab wound was entirely accurate. Not only that, but he’d also lived up to his promise to make her happy—multiple times. So happy, she’d blurted out a crazy promise never to leave him. A promise she desperately wished she could keep.

As if he could read her steamy thoughts, he turned and shot her a cocky smile promising he could rock her world yet again with just one touch. Her body suddenly hummed with renewed arousal making her skin tingle beneath the T-shirt she’d appropriated from the pile of his discarded clothes on the bedroom floor. She shoved a handful of Teddy Grahams in her mouth to keep from pressing her lips to his exposed skin. He winked before returning his attention to building their sandwiches.

“I still can’t get over what you’ve done to this place,” she said in an attempt to distract her libido. “It’s perfect for entertaining. Your friends and family must love hanging out