Page 10 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

"I guess it's my turn to apologise now," she said stiffly, turning toward the front door to open it for him. "I didn't mean to overstep the mark."

The words faltered, and she cleared her throat when they came out as more of a croak, "I hope this won't affect our friendship."

But it would, wouldn't it? How could it not?

Taryn had just reached out to turn the door handle when there was a flurry of movement behind her, and in the next second, she was whirled around so fast her head spun and Christian had her pinned against the smooth wood of the door, his hard body pressing into hers and his breath hot in her ear.

"You need to be sure about that, Taryn. Because if we do this, there's no turning back, and I'm just selfish and desperate enough, right now, to take that gift and keep it, and use it over and over again. Not just tonight, but tomorrow night, and next week, and next month. This won't just be a one-night thing, sweetheart."

Taryn's heart almost beat out of her chest as he offered as close to what she wanted as she was ever going to get…for now at least.

The fact that he wanted more than a one-night stand had her heart and her hopes soaring.

It was a start. Maybe not ideal, but enough for now.

His pain would heal in time, and his mother would become less clingy and dependent. The company business would be less demanding once everything settled down, and Christian would gradually get his life back.

She could be patient, and she was already prepared to wait.

She'd been waiting all this time, after all, with much less to show for it than a physical relationship.

Being a virgin, she wanted her first time to be with someone she loved. She didn't think she would ever love anyone except Christian.

And he’d remembered to call her Taryn.

Of all the cautions and concerns he had warned her of, that was what she took away with her. That was what stuck in her mind, because it must surely be a sign.

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life," she whispered against his lips.

ChapterSeven

The words had barely left her mouth before Christian swung her up in his arms and stalked through the small space into her equally small bedroom. The bed wasn't a single, but it wasn't a full-size double, either. It didn't matter…they would be cosy.

Christian laid Taryn gently on the bed and followed her down. Instinctively, she widened her legs to make room for him, revelling in the sublime feeling of his glorious weight covering her.

Christian braced himself on his elbows to avoid crushing her. Dipping his head, he took her lips again, this time holding nothing back.

He drank from her lips for so long, Taryn became more and more frustrated, wriggling and writhing underneath him.

She almost wanted to tell him to hurry, except at the same time, she wanted this moment to last forever and to commit every moment of it to memory.

When he finally meandered his mouth along the edge of her jaw, around to her ear, and then down her neck, nipping and sucking and tracing over her skin with his tongue, Taryn shuddered with need.

Taking his cue, Christian nuzzled the dip at the base of her throat, then, with fingers that Taryn was surprised to see held the barest hint of a tremor, he eased the tiny pearl beads that fastened the bodice of her dress through the buttonholes until he was able to smooth the fabric to the sides.

Sitting back a little, he drank her in, and Taryn felt a blush rise all the way up from the chest he was staring at so intently.

Her lace clad breasts were in proportion to the rest of her small frame, but still surprisingly full, and Christian exhaled loudly before dropping his head with what sounded suspiciously like a growl and took one hard, peaked nipple in his mouth through the fabric.

Taryn cried out, and her back arched off of the bed. She felt her pussy clench and weep as the sensation zinged from her breast to her core like they were attached by some invisible chord.

"Jesus, you're so responsive," Christian whispered reverently as he attacked the front clasp of her bra with a distinct lack of finesse, and freed the bounty to his gaze and his lips.

Grasping both breasts, he squeezed and plumped them together, laving first one nipple, then the other.

Taryn's breath grew short and choppy. Sensations, such as she had never experienced in her life, bombarded her senses until she was almost delirious with the pleasure he was imparting with his experienced hands and mouth.

Taryn pulled ineffectually at Christian's shirt, desperate to feel his skin, and he accommodated her by rising briefly to reach back and yank it over his head without even bothering with the buttons.

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