Page 57 of An Indecent Longing

“Like what?”

She shook her head. “You’re a smart man. You can figure that out without me having to spell it out.”

Good to know she hadn’t lost her sharp tongue. It was one of the things he liked most about her. And something he’d only ever seen her use on him.

With Ben, she seemed to be all sweetness and smiles.

Ben. He should be here.

The thought caught him unaware and made him stop for a split second before he could push it out of his mind. He’d think about that complication later.

Now, he was going to make sure this woman knew exactly what he wanted from her.

“I’m not leaving. And I think I want you to strip for me.”

“Who says it’s going to be that easy to get me out of my clothes?”

Ah, a challenge. Something he and Ben had in common. They both loved a challenge.

He took a step closer and watched her eyes get bigger.

“Then I guess you need more convincing.”

Stepping to the couch, he knelt on the cushion next to her hip then leaned forward to kiss her again.

Slipping his fingers through her hair, he tilted her head to the side, kissing her harder than he had before. His hunger slipped the leash and he found himself pressed full-length against her, her body trapped beneath his.

She couldn’t move much, but when she did, every nerve ending in his body lit up. He wanted to strip her naked and take her now but that would make him a total ass.

So he shut off his brain and let his body lead.

And his body wanted to be closer.

Sliding his legs between hers, he made a space for himself, forcing her to spread her thighs. Which made her dress ride up until the only things between them were her underwear and his jeans.

His right hand had already slid down to her exposed thigh and when his palm made contact with her skin, he groaned, low and deep.

The heat of her skin made his lungs contract until he could barely breathe. The lack of oxygen made him light-headed, harder for him to think. Just her bare thigh wasn’t enough. He needed more.

His hand slid higher—and hers slid down his back to wrench his t-shirt up, exposing his back.

Now her hands slid across his skin as her tongue teased along his. She began to demand more, and he wanted to give her everything.

He couldn’t give her everything. Hell, he couldn’t even give her all of the truth.

But they could have some relief.

And what about Ben?

The thought blasted through his mind as she scraped her nails along his back and bent her left knee so he could settle even more closely against her.

Ben should be here.

One of her hands continued up into his hair, tugging on the short strands until his scalp burned.

And then her hips tilted up, pressing his already aching cock more fully against her.

He pulled away with a groan but couldn’t keep his mouth away from her. His lips pressed kisses along her jaw until he reached her neck, her skin soft as silk. Then he bit her. Not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to make her moan.

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