whisper when she said, “I can’t do this again. I can’t be let down by you. I like it here; I want to stay here in Bear Bluff.”
“I understand. I really do. And there is a way I can prove to you that I am different, that I don’t just want a fling. I want to settle down and have a family, Beth. With you. If I can prove my commitment to you, will you give me a chance?”
It all sounded so scary. How could he prove it to her? But she had to give him a chance, because she yearned for him, for the future he could give her, which had already been cruelly ripped from her in the past by Francis.
“How?”
“Tomorrow. After work. Meet me at the entrance to the hospital. And I’ll show you.”
“Ben,” she said, still wanting to fight the feelings inside her.
“One chance,” he said, leaning in to her.
His lips were so close, she wanted to kiss him. Oh God, her breasts were fit to explode out of her dress. She was so aroused by him. So wet. He took a breath, and she swore he smelt her heat, tasting it on his taste buds. Licking his lips, she knew he was moistening them for their first kiss. He head hammered out its orders to run, but her heartbeat was stronger and her body won.
Ben lifted his hand, stroking her cheek, sending shock waves through her body. Slipping his hand around to the nape of her neck, he stroked her spine with his thumb. Her knees went weak; she leaned back against the door of her apartment. If he asked her to right now, she would open the door and invite him in. If he wanted to take her to bed, she would let him. In the moment his lips finally met hers, she would have let him do whatever he pleased with her body. In that moment, she was lost to him.
His lips pressed against hers, questioning her. Opening them slightly, she let him in. His tongue slid along her lower lip, and teased her into submission. Gently, but oh so firmly, he slid his tongue to meet hers. She had to place her hands on his chest for support, her body going limp with desire. His mouth became firmer, knowing he had conquered her.
She sighed against him, pressing her body forward, wanting to give herself to him. Ben moved his free hand and skimmed it across her breasts, making her nipples harden, eager to be touched and teased by him. Did he want her to beg?
This time his thumb brushed her taut buds more firmly. She gasped, opening her legs, wanting him to touch her there. How could he make her behave like such a wanton woman? This was his charm, he made all the women feel like this. But she was the only one he had allowed himself to touch.
And how she wanted him to touch her.
Reaching behind her, she wrapped her hand around the door handle and let it open. They spilled backwards into her apartment, his strong arms stopping her from hitting the floor. Lifting her, he took her to the sofa, and lay her down. She pulled him down on top of her, feeling like a bitch on heat.
“Make love to me,” she begged, taking his hand and placing it between her heated thighs.
His hand rubbed her there; she opened her legs wider and he groaned with need. “I can’t.”
“Please, I have never wanted anything as much as I want this right now. I don’t want to talk myself out of this.”
“Honey, I can’t. Not yet. I have no protection. And a little cooling-off period might be the right thing for you.” Still his fingers thrummed across her sex, and her throbbing clit.
“Don’t you want me?” she asked, feeling clichéd, but oh-so-needy. What had he done to her? If she didn’t know better she would have thought he had spiked her drink. But her head was clear, it had reached an agreement with her body. The whole of her wanted this.
“More than anything in this world,” he said, kissing and nipping her neck. “But I am not going to fuck you tonight, Beth.” And then his hand reached down and began to pull the hem of her skirt up. “But there are other ways I can please you. I’m going to make you come, Beth. Are you