Page 89 of Love in Fine Print

“If you don’t like it?—”

“I love it!” I exclaimed as the tears that had pooled threatened to fall.

His hand reached out and cupped my face. I could see the concern shimmering in his moss-green eyes. My lids shut as I placed my hand over his, holding it against my cheek as I leaned into his touch and pressed a kiss to the base of his palm.

He exhaled loudly as he breathed out, “You are so beautiful.”

I opened my eyes and saw the look in his. There wasn’t concern anymore. Now his stare held a predatory gleam in them. A look that had tingles exploding low in my belly as my inner walls clenched with desire.

Forget doing the smart thing. I wanted, no needed, to make love to my husband.

Carefully, I set the box on the nightstand, and when I turned back around, I launched myself into Ben’s arms. Thankfully, he had good reflexes, so he caught me and I didn’t end up on the floor. His arms wrapped around my back as I tilted my head and pressed my lips to his.

I realized then that this was the first time I’d been the one to initiate a kiss. He’d always been the one to make the first move for anything physical. But this time, I had. It felt good. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him.

As our kiss deepened, my hands roamed all over his upper body. I loved how broad his chest and shoulders were, and how muscular his arms and back were. I couldn’t get close enough to him. I wanted to feel all of him.

Need and urgency spread through me like wildfire. I laid back and pulled him on top of me, desperate to feel the weight of his body. I writhed beneath him as one of his hands gripped myhip and the other cupped my face and our tongues tangled in a delicious dance.

This was good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to feel him skin to skin. I started tugging at my shirt, and within seconds, he’d shifted to his side and had it up and over my head. My shorts and underwear were next, and before my hands could even reach the waistband of his sweats, they were off. In seconds, we were both totally naked.

I blinked up at him as he moved, hovering above me. “That was like a magic trick.”

His signature bad-boy grin lifted on his lips, revealing both of his deep dimples. “I’ve got a lot more tricks than that.”

My breath came in short pants as Ben slid down my body. His broad shoulders caused my thighs to spread farther apart, and my sex clenched in anticipation of his tongue and fingers touching me. I’d wanted to feel him on top of me, his skin against mine, but that could wait because he wasn’t lying. He did have more tricks. He was truly a magician with his mouth, and I was offering myself up as a volunteer for all his tricks.

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BEN

Olivia’s bellytrembled as I spread her feminine folds with my finger and licked her clit, which was swollen with arousal. She was already so close to coming that I knew just a few strokes of my tongue, and she’d be there. I loved how responsive she was to me.

“Yes,” she encouraged me as my breath fanned her feminine folds. “Lick me, touch me.”

She wasn’t afraid to tell me what she liked, what she wanted, but even if she didn’t express it verbally, I would have known. Her body told me.

It only took a few flicks of my tongue, and her back was arching as she came against my mouth. I watched as her stomach clenched and the ecstasy she felt played out over her beautiful face. Her hands fisted in my hair, holding my face between her legs as she took her pleasure. My fingers slowly slid in and out of her tight canal as her inner walls spasmed around them. Her hips rocked against my mouth, as she took the pleasure she wanted.

When her head dropped back onto the pillow and her knees fell apart, I knew her release was over. I pressed a soft kiss tothe sensitive bud at the tip of her sex and pulled my fingers out of her body. Using the arousal that they were coated with, I traced her dark pink areolas, causing them to glisten under the moonlight streaming in from the window.

Her eyes fluttered open and she watched as I coated first her left, then her right nipple before I shifted my weight and claimed them both in open-mouth kisses.

“Mmm,” I moaned as I licked and sucked each breast in turn and the flavor of her climax danced on my tastebuds.

Her eyes were locked with mine as she bit down on her lower lip.

Being intimate with her was the only time I felt like she truly let her guard down with me. I’d see glimpses, tiny moments when she came out from behind her walls, but much too soon, she’d always retreat back under the hard shell of her tough exterior.

But when we were like this, when she surrendered to me body and soul, I saw the real her. The vulnerability. The love. The woman who wanted to feel pleasure. The woman who relinquished control so she could get that pleasure.

I knew it wasn’t an easy thing for her to do, and I felt fucking honored that I was the man she was trusting with her body. But in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help wishing she also trusted me with her heart.

I continued kissing, licking, sucking, and teasing her nipples until I felt her hips begin to writhe beneath me. Her wet pussy rubbed against my bare stomach. I was trying to give her some time to recover from her orgasm, but her body language was telling me she was ready for round two.

Since I was damn near ready to explode, I knew I would have to get her a lot closer to the edge before I entered her because once I was inside of her, it would be game over.

I moved, so that I was hovering above her, and positioned my hips so they were nestled between her legs. My forearms rested on either side of her face as I gazed down at her ethereal beauty. She reached up, her nails digging into my shoulders as her legs wrapped around me. Her ankles locked at my lower back, holding me in place. When her hips tilted up, I could feel the heat of her sex pulsing against my rock-hard shaft as I slid my cock up and down her damp slit.

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