Rich (Benson Security #5) - Janet Elizabeth Henderson Page 0,101
moaned, clasping his head to her.
The room spun around her as his lips teased, nibbled, and sucked. Each delicious sensation shot through her body like a pinball in a machine, hitting all the best spots and ringing bells.
Panting, she tried to lower her hips and slide onto him, but he held her tight. A firm, steady hand moved down the length of her back and over her behind before cupping and kneading. She arched her body, pressing her rear into his hold.
“Yeah, push out some more, just like that,” he said before engulfing a nipple in the heat of his mouth.
Rachel did as she was told and felt his hand slide down between her cheeks and lower to her aching wet core. Wicked fingers petted and teased, making her moan and beg and gasp in desperation. “Please, please, please…” she wailed, clutching him to her, straining against his tight grip as he kept her hovering above him. She’d never begged a man in her life. Not for something she wanted so desperately. She’d always seen it as weakness.
But Harvard was different. It wasn’t a game he played with her. This was no battle of egos. He wasn’t trying to prove anything by holding her on the edge of release. This was all about pleasure and trust and…love.
His merciless fingers teased her clit, dancing around it in ever-decreasing circles until he reached the very center and pressed. Her back bowed. Her muscles clenched. A long wail resounded through the room. Inside her head, lights flashed and danced in rhythmic explosions. And just as it began to ease, she felt him grip her hips and lower her onto his waiting length.
“So good,” she cried out as he slowly filled her. He lowered her until she was sitting flush with him and they were completely joined.
“Connected,” he said as he brushed kisses across her cheeks.
Rachel soared, flying high above them. Tethered only by the sensations rippling through her body. All she could feel, see, taste was him. His scent engulfed her, drugging her senses, leaving her desperate for more.
“Ride me, Rachel,” came the gruff order as his hands moved her hips in a rhythm that pleased them both.
Once she started moving, she couldn’t stop. Feeling the delicious stretch and rub as he filled her up, teasing nerves that only he could reach, giving pleasure only he could give.
Touching him was an addiction. One that made possessiveness rear its head and roar. “This body is mine,” she declared, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
“And is this body mine?” His strong hands lifted her hips before slamming her down onto him again.
“Yes,” she screamed. “Yes, it’s yours.”
He clasped her nape. “Then give me all of it.” And covered his mouth with hers.
Their kiss was desperate, hungry, and lacking in finesse. But Rachel didn’t care. All she could think about, all she wanted, was all of him. She moved faster, grinding her hips into his, gasping her pleasure into his mouth. Swallowing his sounds of need in return.
His arm tightened around her as she climbed again. Her limbs were weak, her movements uncoordinated, as thoughts fled and sensation took over. Giddy, she spun around inside her mind, trusting him to keep her safe.
His hips surged, pushing himself deeper. Once. Twice. Three times and they exploded together. His body tensed, his muscles clenched beneath her, around her, inside of her as they fell over the precipice, safe in each other’s arms.
Gradually, as though emerging from a daze, Rachel blinked her eyes and the room came back into focus. She still straddled Harvard, a dead weight in his arms, their bodies slick with sweat and sticky with release. His heart thudded against her chest, their beats matching as they panted for air.
His hand caressing her back, he kissed her temple. “I heard you,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “And I love you too.”
Rachel’s arms tightened around him. “I can’t move.”
His deep chuckle reverberated through her. “Then, we stay here.”
It was as though they were secure inside their own cocoon, and neither of them wanted to do anything to jeopardize it. Rachel wasn’t sure how long they sat like that as her mind wandered and her thoughts reordered themselves. But eventually, clarity and the world outside began to intrude.
“I’m not going back to Benson Security,” she said at last. “I’m staying at TayFor. It’s where I was always meant to be.”
He squeezed her tight for a second. “They need a new head of security anyway.”