Page 58 of The Bratva's Plus-Size Bride

He nodded. “Of course. It gets me all hot and bothered just thinking about it, you know.”

Even if there was slight teasing in his voice, the thought of him gaining some sort of gratification from the thought of me leading my own company was enough to send another thrilling spark down my spine as I looked up at him.

He was so beautiful that it was impossible to not become completely distracted while under his gaze.

As I stared at him intently, he cocked a brow with interest. “That just did something for you, didn’t it?”

Laughing quietly at his comment, I tried to bite back how it stirred longing within me, yet I couldn’t help but nod. “Yeah, I’ll admit it.”

More of that amusement moved across Ben’s face as he pulled me even closer with his hand against my cheek. The interested gleam in his eyes betrayed just how much it seemed to affect him, too.

“Cheeky woman,” he said in a near purr as he gently brushed his nose against mine, looking at me as if I were the only person left in the world. “It’s a good thing I like that.”

Another rush of excitement coursed through me, and in that moment, caught up in our enticing banter, I wanted him more than anything. Given how he reflected that yearning back at me, I knew he felt the same.

His lips were half an inch from mine as he whispered against them, “You’ll be the death of me, you know that?”

Spurred on by his words and the need that dripped into my system, I closed the space between us and pressed my lips against his.

He inhaled sharply at the daring move as his fingers moved to the nape of my neck, and he met me with equal fervor.

I drank up the way his lips caressed mine, with reverence at first, drawing out that mounting lust within me before neither of us could hold back. With a hand against his chest, I gripped the fabric of his silk shirt and melded our mouths together, suddenly hungry for that affection I grew to crave more and more over time.

I was addicted to his touch and the depths within it, and I knew I’d never be able to get enough.

As his hand landed on my hip, he pulled me subtly closer and hummed against my lips as the exchange became greedier.

There was no ignoring how much we both wanted it, and given how much long the ride home was, no part of me wanted to wait.

Unwilling to wait a moment longer, I dropped my hand to his thigh and slowly trailed upward until I palmed the prominent tent in his trousers.

Ben shuddered as he muffled a breathless moan against my lips, perking up in surprise at both my wandering hands and the realization that we were still in the back of the SUV. He pulled back just enough to break the kiss and whisper against my lips, “Are you sure about this, wife?”

Chewing the inside of my lip, I knew I wanted nothing more. Warm all over and in need of release, I nodded.

Ben maintained that eye contact, brimming with desire as he reached over and pressed his hand against the button in front of him. With ease, the partition came up until it settled into place, effectively sealing us away in the back, tucked into our own little bubble of paradise.

All the while, my heart raced with excitement, aware of what was to come.

Ben’s knowing smirk twitched as he eased back into place and resumed his hold on me. “Might as well put the partition to good use.”

Nearly shaking with my need for him, I was met with immediate relief as Ben crashed our lips together again and he ran his fingers through my hair, stopping to hold my neck and pull me impossibly close.

I moaned softly into the kiss as I continued to palm him through his pants, growing more feverish as it continued.

There was something thrilling about what we were prepared to do, and my stomach flipped at the mere idea.

Our lips were incessant as we kissed roughly, eagerly pulling moans and breathless sounds from each other as our hands roamed. All of it made my head spin, and I was at least thankful for the cracked windows to alleviate the rush of simmering air between us.

At the slow, sensual movements of my hand sliding against his restricted cock, Ben swallowed back a groan, forcing his lips to falter for a moment. Given the break, I moved closer to his neck and kissed a rushed trail of affection down his skin, stopping at the crook of his neck to offer it extra attention.

Satisfied by his breathless sounds as he kept an arm lazily around me, I kept going, eventually struck with an idea.

When I pulled back and shifted until I was on the floor between his knees, Ben’s brows went up in interest as he brought a hand down to caress my cheek. “And what are you doing down there?”

Smirking for him, I grazed his thighs with my hands as I fit myself between them and wasted no time reaching for his button and zipper.

He seemed almost caught off-guard by my hurried movements, yet he didn’t complain as the zipper was undone and I managed to free his rock-hard length. He grunted quietly as I took him in my hand and used the lightest touch up and down the expanse of it.

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