Wild for Him

room. Slowly, she strolled toward where he was sitting on the edge of the mattress, and came to a stop in front of him within touching distance.

'The only place I'm going is wherever you take me tonight,' she said, and tugged on the sash around her waist. She let the material unravel her like a gift, then let the thin strip of fabric drop to the floor. A sultry shrug of her shoulders, and the coverup slithered down her arms and fell to her feet in a pool of red silk. What she wore beneath-a red, sheer lace bra and matching panties-made Ben groan deep in his throat.

Retrieving the foil packets she'd tucked into her bra for safekeeping, she tossed the trio of condoms onto the bed beside Ben. 'I'm yours to do with as you please,' she said, daring him to take what she was offering.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and his hands curled into tight fists on his thighs. 'Christine…'

Hearing the beginnings of a rejection starting to form, she pressed her fingers against his lips to stop the words she refused to let him speak. 'I want this, and you, so badly, Ben,' she whispered achingly. 'Please don't tell me no. Not tonight.'

Gently, he pulled her hand away from his mouth, his gaze dark with lust and something much more poignant that made her heart skip a beat. 'I should tell you no and make you leave, but I can't.' His hands slid to her hips, and he pulled her closer, between his spread legs. 'I want you too much.'

'I'm right where I want to be, Ben.' There was so much truth to that statement, and the intensity of emotion she felt in that moment almost frightened her.

He said nothing more. Didn't bother to fight what they both so obviously wanted. In a quick, lithe move, he twisted toward the bed behind him and pulled her with him, lifting her slightly and tumbling her back so that she was sprawled in the middle of the mattress, his for the taking. He moved up next to her, his gaze devouring the soft swells of her breasts nearly spilling from the demi-cups of her bra, the dip and curve of her waist, and the flimsy scrap of lace covering her sex.

'You are so incredibly beautiful and sexy,' he murmured as he traced an enticing trail between her breasts, then down her flat belly to the waistband of her panties. 'I want to touch you, and kiss you, and taste you… everywhere.' That same finger followed the patch of lace between her legs and pressed against the fabric that was already damp with desire. 'Especially right here.'

His gaze was hot with erotic intent and promises, and a shiver of anticipation coursed through her. 'You can do anything you want to me, except one thing.'

He stroked the inside of her thigh with his fingers, easing them apart so he could move his knee in between and move closer to her. 'And that would be?'

She ran the tip of her tongue across her bottom lip. 'No missionary position.' It was all she knew, and this time with Ben was all about pleasure, excitement, and new, thrilling adventures.

'You don't have to worry about that,' he said with a slow, wicked smile. 'There are about a dozen other ways to get deep inside of you, and I want to try every single one of them.'

His provocative words made her hot and eager, and anxious to experience it all. 'Sounds like we're on the same page, then.'

'Perfect.' he said, then settled his mouth over hers.

With an unraveling sigh, she parted her lips for the caress of his tongue, and lost herself in a cloud of luxurious bliss. He seduced her with slow, deep, drugging kisses, the kind that gradually increased in heat and tempo, until he was claiming her mouth with a fierce, hungry demand that made her melt. One of his hands glided down her throat, across her shoulder, and pulled her bra strap down her arm, until she felt cool air brush across her bared breast.

She shivered, then moaned when he cupped the mound of flesh and caressed the taut peak with his thumb. He pulled the lace cup away from her other breast and plucked at her other nipple until it, too, was hard and aching. Feeling impatient for more, a soft, needy sound escaped her, but he took his own sweet time in arousing her and building the anticipation of what was to come, which only served to heighten her desire-and she was pretty sure he knew it, as well.

After a while his lips trailed along her jaw, and he nuzzled her neck before spreading more lazy, spine-tingling kisses down to her breast. He took her nipple into his warm, wet mouth, and sucked gently, over and over, drawing a gasp from her. Threading her fingers through his hair, she gripped his head and guided him to her other waiting breast. At his own leisure, he laved the plump flesh with his tongue-stroking, licking, swirling around and over the hard, sensitive crest, until she was panting and arching restlessly against the heat of his mouth.

Chuckling in pure amusement, he finally parted his lips and drew her deep into all that decadent, silky, wet heat. He sucked once again, and she felt that tantalizing pull all the way down to her weeping sex. Groaning, she clenched her thighs tight around the leg he'd wedged in between hers, and she could feel the steel length of his erection pressing against her hip. He was huge and hard and that's exactly what she wanted. Him. Deep inside of her. Filling her completely and giving her the orgasm building inside of her.

She reached down and cupped his shaft in her hand, stroking him through his boxer briefs. This time, it was him that groaned, deep and low. Releasing her breast, he grabbed her wrist and pinned her arm on the mattress beside her, then lifted his head to look down at her face.

'You keep doing that, and I'm not going to last very long,' he drawled in a husky, lust-filled voice.

At the moment, she didn't care. 'I want you inside of me.'

'Don't be so impatient,' he chided playfully as a sinfully sexy smile curved his lips. 'I promise we're getting there, but I'm not done with you yet.'

A moan of frustration slipped out of her. She was already burning up, her body already primed for his. 'You're driving me crazy on purpose, aren't you?'

'It's called foreplay, sweetheart.' He brought his hand back to her breast and lightly pinched the stiff peak, then soothed the sting with a featherlike brush of his thumb over the velvety crest. 'I'm just getting you nice and ready for the good stuff.'

'I thought this was the good stuff,' she said, unsure of just how much more she could take of his sensual torment-or whatever else he had planned.

His fingers swept downward, tickling and teasing her belly with delicate, barely-there caresses that only served to electrify every nerve ending she possessed. 'When it comes to sex, it's all good stuff, but the best is yet to come.'

That made her laugh, which was something she'd never done in the bedroom with another guy. With Ben, it just felt so natural and right. 'Pun intended?'

'Oh, most definitely.' Quick and agile, he moved over her, straddling her thighs with his legs so that she couldn't move. He lowered his upper body to hers until they were face to face and his long fingers were tangled in her hair.

She felt deliciously trapped beneath him, unable to do anything but let him have his way with her. It was a little bit dangerous, and a whole lot arousing. The dark, hungry look in his eyes excited her even more, and she relished the heat and strength of his body pressing into hers, and the rasp of his lightly hair-covered chest against her smooth breasts.

With a gentle tug on her hair, he pulled her head back and skimmed his lips along the arch of her throat. 'You're about to get your first lesson in oral sex,' he murmured as he scattered tender love bites along her neck to her ear, rendering her breathless with not only his brazen words, but the feel of his mouth on her skin. 'I'm going to go down on you and lick and suck your clit, and push my tongue deep inside of you until you come for me. Are you ready for that?'

She was already trembling inside, and because she trusted Ben so explicitly, she surrendered to him without hesitation. 'Yes.'

His lips captured hers again, and what began as a soulful and deep connection, eventually gave way to hot and primitive mating of their lips and tongues. His hands slid beneath her back, deftly unfastened her bra, and tossed the piece of lingerie aside. A moment later, his mouth paid homage to both of her breasts, bringing them alive with sensation once again before he continued his downward trek to her quivering belly. From there, he spread an agonizingly slow, damp trail of kisses around her navel, then hooked his fingers into the elastic band of her panties at her hips and started tugging the flimsy scrap of material down her thighs.

In order to remove them completely, he sat up so he could slide the panties down her legs and carefully maneuver them around her heeled pumps so they didn't get tangled. He dropped the bit of lace to the floor, then