Page 62 of Snowbound in Her Boss's Bed

CHAPTER EIGHT

BEINGMADELOVE to by Benjamin Silver was unlike anything Miri had ever imagined, and she’d had years too long to imagine.

And it was nothing like the chaste good-night kisses she had enjoyed throughout college, nor the youthfully exuberant boundary-pushing she had done with her high-school sweetheart.

The passion was there—stronger now even than it had been back then for having had time to ripen and mature—but along with it, there was a level of expertise and finesse that her ex-fiancé had lacked.

Benjamin was superior to every sensual encounter she’d ever had before.

He was intelligent, direct, and knew exactly who he was and what he wanted.

She felt the truth of it with his every exceptional touch.

He was strong and un-shy about what he wanted from her, his confident hands and mouth playing her body like she was an instrument and he a virtuoso.

He had carried her like she weighed nothing, adroitly maneuvering her body into increasingly pleasurable positions.

He knew when to press firm and when to caress lightly, when to command and when to tease, and she was a quivering mess because of it.

Her skin was on fire, even as she shivered across her body. The silken softness of the sheepskin rug against her exposed skin, the sensuality of his kiss, the pressure of his body pressing against hers, his hips against hers, the rub of his body against her sensitive inner thighs—it overtook her, transporting her out of her body even as it anchored her irrevocably within it.

She was no longer a woman—instead she had deconstructed into a series of sensations.

And yet this was the most womanly she had ever felt.

Like the earth, Miri was hot liquid at her core while the surface of her burst with life and expression.

She sighed and moaned and cried out into Benjamin’s kiss as his hands trailed along and over her breasts, down her stomach, and lower to gently cup the mound, separated now by only a thin layer of lace.

Deliciously and torturously, he kept his hand still there, cupping and holding her growing heat while her hips helplessly thrust into his pressure.

Only when she thought she would go crazy from wanting more did he begin to gently undulate his hand, creating slow waves that swallowed her in an ocean of pleasure.

Beneath his expert handling, she writhed, rocking her hips, opening her mouth to his deeper exploration, gasping as he did.

He was relentless as he drove her from pleasure to pleasure, and then his mouth began to travel.

First she felt his lips at the corner of her mouth, then along her jawline, on her neck and her breasts, hot as they engulfed her nipples.

It was too much, and she never wanted him to stop—even as she craved each new thing that came next.

He moved lower, pressing deft kisses against her stomach, giving her no time to process, only time to feel as he tasted and savored her.

When his mouth replaced the hand that had held her core, her thighs clamped around his head of their own volition and she called out his name.

In response, he growled into her, his hands coming to grip her hips and hold her tight.

He ate her through lace, and she burst into a thousand thrumming pieces, her back arching high off the ground while she gripped his hair.

She collapsed back against the silky soft rug boneless, a half smile on her face while the low rumble of his laugh reverberated through her.

But he was not done with her yet.

Laying a trail of soft kisses along her inner thighs, he pulled up slowly, his movement a gentle caress as she came down.

He rose over her, firm and steady, a smile on his face while his eyes continued to smolder.

Wrapping an arm around her waist, he carefully lifted her, leaning back as he did, until she straddled his seated form with her knees bent while her upper body rested cradled against his chest, held secure and supported by the arm curving around her lower back.

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