“Yes,” was her breathy response, because really there was no other possible reply.
This was what she wanted. This was the reason she’d driven here without a second thought. She’d come to him when she probably should’ve gone straight to the police. She’d come to him and that was all that mattered right now.
“Not here. Not like this,” he said pulling his mouth away from her.
When she opened her eyes, let them focus again she saw his eyes had darkened, his lips slightly parted as he struggled for breath the same way she did.
“Upstairs, in my bed,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup her face. “Is that okay with you?”
She nodded. “That’s okay with me.”
Backing off his lap she stood and waited for him to join her. Her heart startled a bit when he took her hand. It was a simple enough action and after the heavy duty kissing and groping they’d been doing probably seemed a little on the chaste side. And yet, a fluttering started in her chest, slowly slithering down to settle into her belly.
Ben led the way out of the dining room, back through the living room toward the stairs. Luckily she’d looked around earlier, saw the lavishly decorated bachelor pad that screamed like a page from a magazine. This trip through the house her gaze couldn’t be torn away from the man in front of her, the way his jeans cupped his ass, his thighs. The confident strides he took and oh yes, the soft grasp in which he kept hold of her hand.
The upstairs hallway walls were flanked with pictures. They passed them and two partially opened doors turning to walk through the third door on the left. A light was already on in this room, his bedroom. The king-size bed and plush dark brown carpet gave that fact away. Looking straight ahead she could see out to the Vegas night. Ben let her hand go then and walked across the room pulling a string that drew custom blinds closed, casting a dimmer scene in the room. On his trek back he removed his shirt, tossing it so that it fell over the arm of a leather chair.
Victoria shifted, then let her hands grasp the hem of her blouse about to pull it over her head.
“No,” he said coming to stand in front of her quickly. “I’ll do it. In here.”
He had her hand again, this time walking her to a door across from his bed. After he touched a pad on the wall recessed lighting showed his master bathroom, decorated in deep greens and soft browns. A sunken tub caught her attention, to be followed by the man that turned the knobs to run water into same. When he returned to her again it was to lift the silky material slowly over her head.
“I’ve dreamed of this day for far too long to let it go fast,” he said.
When her blouse was lying on the marble vanity top beneath the mirror, his fingers whispered over the line of her neck.
“I want,” he began then shook his head. “No, Ineedto see every inch of you.”
He cupped her breasts in the strapless bra that held them high. Reaching around to her back he undid the clasp, pulling the bra away to sit next to her blouse.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his gaze fixated on her breasts, his thumbs rubbing over her puckered nipples.
“Ben,” she gasped his name as her knees shook. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to stand upright with his intense perusal and electrifying touch.
“Shhh. It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he said taking a step closer his hands moving to the button of her jeans. “Look at me, Victoria.”
She did and what she saw was a desire that most likely mirrored her own.
“We’re going to be so damned good together,” he told her before he leaned forward to kiss her lips.
Victoria nodded and whispered, “So damn good.”
When he’d removed her jeans and panties, taking her shoes off and shaking his head at them before placing them on the floor close to the door he stood again and stared at her.
“I knew you were fine. But now that seems to be an understatement.” His voice was a huskier now, thick with the arousal they were both experiencing.
Victoria took a step to him this time, reaching for the button on his jeans. “Maybe I’d like to see if you’re as good looking as I’ve always thought as well.”
He stood still while she pushed his jeans and his boxers over his hips. Then, as if just recalling he still wore them, he blinked and stepped out of his shoes so she could push the garments all the way down and off. He was gorgeous. That had been seen easily when he walked the length of any courtroom dressed in a suit. Or when he began his rebuttal and had to come out of the suit jacket. Even tonight when she’d seen him in jeans and ashirt he’d looked exceptionally enticing. But now, standing here naked there wasn’t really a word to describe him. If someone had passed her a thesaurus she still wouldn’t find an adequate enough description. Everything about him screamed perfect, just as she’d always thought. For a minute she figured he was too good to be true, but he reached for her then, she felt the tingles of desire sifting up and down her spine and knew instinctively this was real.Hewas real and she was right here with him.
“Come on,” he said when they’d both stared their fill and led her to the tub.
He washed her slowly, gently, methodically she thought. Each touch designed to nudge her excitement another notch. When he touched between her legs she sighed and pressed closer to him. He grinned, that all-knowing I-know-I’m-the-ish grin he had, and she felt the need to get back at him. So using the bar of soap she built a thick lather in her hands then slipped them over his length. After only two strokes he was moaning, his eyes closing and Victoria’s chest puffed with pride. Two could certainly play that game.
“Enough,” he groaned grabbing her wrists and rinsing them both off without another word.
He dried her with a thick fresh-smelling towel then escorted her back into the bedroom.
