Page 56 of An Indecent Longing

Why wasn’t a question he could answer without telling her he knew whom she worked for. And to do that would mean the end. Of tonight. Of Ben’s attraction to her. Of her looking at him the way she was now.

Yes, it made him a sonuvabitch, but he didn’t want her to stop wanting him. Because he fucking couldn’t stop wanting her.

If Ben had his way, they’d be sharing the same damn bed tonight. And the longer he stood here looking at her, the more his objection to that thought lessened.

If sharing her with Ben was the only way he could have her, then so be it because at this moment in time, he’d take her any way he could get her.

“I can’t give you an answer. All I can give you is this.”

He closed the inches between them, wrapped one hand around her nape and the other on her hip, and yanked her against his chest. Her hands instinctively slapped at his chest to push him away, but when he put his mouth on hers, her fingers curled into his shirt.

The frustration raging through his body lent even more heat to the kiss, flaring to a raging fire. He’d been dreaming about kissing her for months, dying for a taste of her. And now that he had… He wouldn’t be happy until he tasted her complete surrender.

She’d sucked in a shocked gasp of air before their lips had met, but now she groaned as his lips moved on hers. And when her head turned to the side, he took the movement for the invitation it was.

His hold became even more demanding and his lips prized hers apart to allow his tongue to slide into her mouth. He demanded she let him in but she didn’t need much convincing. Her tongue slid along his, tentative desire in the way she moved against him.

It made his hands tighten on her until he knew he had to let her go or he’d hurt her.

And since there was no way he wanted to do that, he forced his fingers to release her and instead wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

Which resulted in her being crushed against his chest. Rounded curves met hard muscle and he groaned with pleasure. And when she slid her hands from his chest to curve them around his neck, he thought about walking her backward to the couch so he could lay her out on it and kiss his way down her body.

Then she tilted her head so he could kiss her deeper and his brain short-circuited. His body only had one goal. To satisfy his desire for her.

It’d been an all-consuming thing that he’d managed to tame. Until now.

Now it roared up and overtook every part of him.

He kissed her harder, unable to get close enough as his hands flattened on her back. One stayed anchored at the middle, ensuring her upper body stayed pinned to his. The other slid lower, to the curve of her slim ass.

Petting her, he pulled her closer until her mound nestled against the ridge of his already aching arousal. He didn’t seem to have any control over his body, every molecule of his being firmly focused on one thing.

Her.

He could barely breathe but he continued to kiss her, his mouth moving over her lips with increasing hunger while his hands began to roam. He didn’t have to hold her in place against him now. She clung, shimmied against him, trying to get closer, and that just made him want to beat his chest.

She moaned and the sound echoed in his ears, tightening muscles and making his cock throb. She sounded as hungry as he felt.

Without warning, he took her off her feet and walked her to the couch. Her only reaction was a slight gasp and to tighten her arms around his neck.

Breaking the kiss, he watched her as he laid her out on the couch. She watched his every move through slitted lids, as if she expected him to leave her there, alone. No way in hell was that happening. He didn’t think he could leave now if the house was coming down around them.

His only thought was to silently thank Ben for insisting on this monstrosity of a couch. The wide, overstuffed sectional was perfect for stretching out to watch a hockey game. And to lay out Dorrie.

The dark sand color set off her skin and hair perfectly. But he wanted more.

“I’m going to take off that dress.” He didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between them. “And then I’m going to put my hands all over you.”

She swallowed hard before she nodded, a jerky motion that showed her nerves.

“You’re not frightened of me, are you, Dorrie?”

Immediately, she shook her head. “Not physically, no.”

He didn’t move forward, just continued to stare at her. “Then what are you afraid of?”

“Honestly, I’m afraid you’re going to leave again. And I don’t want to feel like that again.”

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