Page 9 of Savage Romance
Her eyebrow arched. “Honest? This entire marriage is based on deceit.”
The muscles in his jaw flexed. “Is it? Because as far as I’m concerned, we’re very much a real married couple.”
Her body molded to his. “I don’t know.”
He pressed his erection against her lower back. “There’s an attraction between us.”
“Yeah.” Zoe cocked her head to give him more access, and he took advantage immediately. His lips were firm yet soft and so warm and tempting as he explored her neck with his mouth.
Of course, he was right about the attraction and there wasn’t any reason she couldn’t have fun while figuring out what happened to Mikey. Right? Before her conscience or her common sense could butt in, she gave a breathy moan. “Make love to me, Ben.”
His lips smothered her surprised squeak as he swept her up off the floor, cradling her like the bride she was. Taking full advantage, his tongue slipped inside her mouth and matched the motions of hers. They stayed in the kiss, even as he started to walk, until it naturally ended, and they both were panting.
She rested her forehead against his and sighed as he carried her all the way to the carriage house that could be rented as a bed and breakfast.
He stumbled over the threshold, regained his balance, and turned so her back was pressed up against the wall. His hands roamed over her body, and with the toe of his shoe, he closed the door.
Enjoying that he didn’t resist, Zoe cradled his face and pulled him down to kiss him. He might be overwhelming and domineering, but he didn’t seem to need to control everyone and everything. Zoe liked that. Honestly, I like almost everything about him.
The damn woman is driving me insane.
Ben’s cock throbbed insistently in his pants, and he fought to hang on to a semblance of control as he caressed the sides of her breasts through the fabric of her dress.
She was full-bodied and curvier than his usual women, and as Ben stroked her soft plump breasts, he wondered what he’d been thinking by choosing stick-figured women from the agency.
He shifted his hold on her waist and derived immense satisfaction when she hopped up and curled her legs around his waist. His knees threatened to buckle when her hot pussy brushed his erection. Fuck me if she isn’t soaking wet already.
Straightening his legs, he carried her through the carriage house, totally intending to find the nearest horizontal surface.
“Ben?” Her voice was uncharacteristically small and made him halt in his tracks. “I haven’t done this in a while, you know.”
“I didn’t.” He chuckled and squeezed her middle. “But I do now.”
Fuck, he liked her, and he liked her honesty. Maybe this marriage will work as long as we’re open to each other. Suddenly, Ben wanted to work for this relationship, and he wanted more than ever for her to enjoy their lovemaking. Ben would describe himself as a generous lover and had never received any complaints from former bed partners. However, they probably wouldn’t have told him if he sucked in bed, since he paid them for their services.
But he wouldn’t let insecurity deter him. His dick could wait, but he wasn’t about to delay seeing her fly apart. Remembering another room, Ben continued walking, entering the large bedroom and followed Zoe down as he lowered her onto the mattress of the four-poster bed. “You’re so gorgeous.” He grinned as a sweet blush made her freckles disappear. “And while you look lovely in that dress, it’s in my way.”
She pushed herself up on her elbows. “Is it now? Are you saying perhaps I should take it off?”
He hummed his affirmation.
A devious smile tugged the corners of her lips up and she turned her back to him.
“Maybe you should unzip me, then.”
Ben glanced from the tiny zipper thingy, formed like a delicate raindrop, to his masculine hands with thick fingers, and back to the zipper. Zoe threw him a look over her shoulder that dripped with equal amounts of sass and need. The needy expression kicked him into gear, and he fumbled with the zipper before lowering it with deliberate slowness, revealing skin as creamy and soft as her dress. Using the palms of his hands, he stroked over her exposed back toward her shoulders and sensually pushed the dress off her arms, leaving the material bunched around her waist.
He stroked with one finger over the silky strap of her bra and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “May I take this off as well?”
“Uh-huh.”
If the incapability to form coherent words was an indication, Ben was on the right track. Then he nearly groaned as he reached the clasp of her bra. Instead of a tiny zipper thingy, he now was confronted with even tinier hooks, but with some wiggling, he succeeded in unclasping the thing. When he slid the straps from her shoulders and down her arms, he almost swallowed his tongue. She had the most amazing and lush tits he’d ever seen.
“How is it fair that I’m almost naked and you’re fully dressed?”
Oh, he liked her spunk. Trailing kisses down her body, Ben pushed himself off the bed and started to undress. Impatiently, he yanked off his shoes and socks. Tugging his dress shirt from his waistband, he began unbuttoning the shirt, happy he’d ditched the vest, tie, and jacket after the ceremony. His shirt hanging loosely around his upper body, Ben hooked his thumbs in his slacks and moved to his fly as he stared at the sight before him. Gloriously naked now except for a little patch of lace covering her pussy, Zoe reclined on the mattress, her shapely legs stretched out. The air left his lungs and he froze. In his lust-fogged mind, he almost completely undressed, which would risk him rutting her like a mindless animal in ten seconds flat. He let go of the trousers, shrugged out of his shirt, and stalked to the bed.
Zoe slowly blinked and color rose to her cheeks again. She’s less confident than she wants to show. He found it cutely endearing, and strangely, it helped him to slow down. He moved his arms to his sides and waited for her gaze to roam from his neck, chest, stomach, and hips, before it landed on the distinctive bulge beneath his slacks.
