Rich (Benson Security #5) - Janet Elizabeth Henderson Page 0,100
onto his lap and straddled him, flattening her hands on his chest. His skin was soft and smooth, his muscle firm and warm, his scent familiar—the ocean on a summer’s day.
“I don’t want to talk about what happened earlier,” she said.
“I figured.” His right hand rested on the curve of her hip, his thumb caressing.
She took a deep breath and dismissed the ugliness of the memories. She was clean. Inside and out. And she only wanted to focus on the good—for now.
“Well, that’s not entirely true. There’s one thing I wouldn’t mind discussing.” She leaned into him, her nipples brushing over his chest as she whispered against his ear, “You told me you love me.”
“Yeah, I did.”
A warmth raced through her and settled in her newly freed heart. “Did you mean it?”
“Never been more serious about anything in my life.”
Her throat tightened, and she knew she had to give him something back. Say something. But the words were stuck inside. As though what she felt was too big, too overwhelming to express. Or, she had just as much trouble admitting her feelings as she had apologizing.
Nuzzling the curve of his throat, she gave him what she could. “Make love to me.”
“I think you should make love to me.”
“Yes. That’s a much better plan.” She kissed along his jawline to his lips, teasing the fullness of them.
“Rachel,” he whispered against her mouth.
And she heard it. The love overflowing from her name. Harvard’s love for her.
“I’m not an easy person,” she told him, leaning back to search his gaze for the honesty of his reaction. “I won’t ever be any other way.”
His hand cupped her nape, his fingers threading through her hair. “I like you fine exactly as you are.”
“That’s now.” She felt she had to give him the brutal truth. “But after a while, people tend to find their patience wears thin with me.” She wasn’t apologizing for it. She was how she was meant to be, and she liked herself just fine too. But he deserved a warning. Just the one.
His smile was wicked. “Lucky for you, I’m famous for my patience.”
“Mmm,” she said, closing the distance to his lips. “Lucky for me indeed.”
Their kiss, slow and sensual, was full of things Rachel might never be able to voice. But she could tell him with her lips, her body, her desire.
Slowly, thoroughly, she kissed her way from his lips, down his throat, and across his chest. She slid out of his lap and knelt on the floor between his knees. Keeping her eyes fixed on his, she took her time unbuttoning his jeans.
“You’re beautiful,” he told her, sounding awed.
He was the beautiful one. Inside and out. “Lift your hips.”
It took seconds to remove his jeans and find he wore nothing underneath. She ran her hands up his solid thighs to the proud erection waiting for her. Tracing the thick vein that ran from the base to the head, she looked up at him.
“I was sure I didn’t want this relationship,” she confessed.
He sifted her hair through his fingers. “And now?”
“I never want it to end.” She leaned forward and took him in her mouth, reveling in the gasp her touch elicited. Feeling deep satisfaction in the way his hand tightened in her hair and his thighs clenched around her shoulders.
As she loved him with her mouth, enjoying his musky taste and scent, her eyes drifted up to his face, only to find him watching her intently.
“Come back up here, Rachel,” he purred her name. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last. And I want to be inside you. I want us to be connected.”
She moaned around his thick width. Yes, she wanted to feel connected too. But she also wanted to keep him where he was—at her mercy.
“Rachel,” he rumbled as he gently tugged at her hair. “I want to touch you. Come up here so I can make you feel good.”
Shivering at the promise in his voice, she reluctantly released him. As soon as she freed him from her mouth, strong hands slid under her arms, and he lifted her back onto his lap. Her knees slipped into the space either side of him, between his hips and the chair, and she felt his hard length slide through her eager wetness.
With a gasp, she tried to get her hand between them, to guide him into her, but Harvard had other ideas. Using his strength, he kept her on her knees while lavishing attention on her breasts.