Wild for Him

She silently agreed. Surprisingly, there had been no regrets when she'd broken up with Jason, just an immense, profound relief that she hadn't ended up marrying a man she didn't love. She'd known the truth deep inside even as he'd slipped a huge diamond solitaire on her finger, but her own feelings had been eclipsed by the overwhelming pressure from her mother to accept Jason's proposal. And once the word yes had slipped from her lips, she'd been swept into a maelstrom of engagement parties, bridal showers, and wedding plans.

She had Jason's careless actions to thank for stopping her from making the biggest mistake of her life.

'I just wish my mother would swallow her pride and let the whole entire fiasco die, instead of continually punishing me for something that was more awkward for me than it was for her.'

'What's her problem?' he asked with a slight frown. 'The guy cheated on you, and not just once. You had every right to call off the wedding.'

She assumed Ben had learned from her father all about Jason's trysts with a number of call girls, along with the restraining order she'd had to issue against him shortly thereafter. 'According to my mother, it was a few minor indiscretions and I should have looked the other way.'

Just as Audrey had with her own husband's infidelity.

Ben made a sound of disgust. 'Yeah, well, your father obviously felt differently.'

True. Her father had gone so far as to not only fire Jason from his staff, but he had also dealt a huge blow to Jason's political career in Chicago-and rightly so since Jason had been siphoning campaign funds.

Unfortunately, the whole entire scenario with Jason had planted a few doubts and insecurities about her own desirability, and made her question what was lacking in her that Jason had turned to paid escorts to fulfill. Oh, sure, there had been the obvious differences between herself and the upscale prostitute she'd caught him with-such as the other woman's voluptuous breasts and centerfold curves and the provocative way she always dressed-but the things he'd been doing to and with that woman before Christine had interrupted them had been not only shocking, but so opposite of the tame, missionary-only style of sex Jason insisted on with her. There had been no passion between them, no burning desire, or even a whole lot of pleasure for her. A few quick touches, a couple of hard thrusts, and he was done.

Since she'd only had one other sexual experience to compare Jason's technique to-and that encounter had been as exciting as a gynecologist appointment, and just as memorable-she couldn't help but wonder, and fear, that maybe she shared her mother's dislike for sex and just didn't, and couldn't, enjoy the act. That like her mother, sex would always be more of a marital chore or duty rather than an unrelenting and provocative need to take and be taken in return-without hesitation or reserve.

She'd worried about those things a whole lot… until Ben. The lust and desire she experienced when she was around him was proof enough that she wasn't frigid, and she was more than ready to shed any and all inhibitions for a taste of what hot, demanding, explosive sex was like.

Minutes later. Ben made a left into a quiet middle-income neighborhood, drove down the street, then turned into a driveway leading to an apartment complex. The two-story structure looked as though it had been recently painted, and the landscaping around the building was well-kept. The place was modest and simple, just like the man.

He parked his truck beneath a carport, cut the engine, and they both got out of the vehicle. He came around to her side and they headed toward a pathway leading to the complex.

'It should only take me a few minutes to pack up what I need,' he said, glancing at her.

'It's not a problem,' she assured him, enjoying the way the afternoon sun glinted off his dark brown hair, streaking it with warm strands of gold. 'I'm not in any hurry, so don't rush on my account.'

A slow smile eased across his lips, and his eyes glimmered with animated concern. 'What about your plans tonight? Don't you need to get back home so you can start getting ready?'

She rolled her eyes. 'I'm not meeting my friends at Envy for another three and a half hours. Contrary to what you might think, I'm not that high maintenance.'

He laughed. 'I'll believe it when I see it.'

They passed a chain-linked area where a small group of boys were playing basketball on a concrete court. As soon as they saw Ben, they ran for the open gate to greet him, then formed a semicircle around the two of them.

'Can you play a game of hoops with us, Ben?' One of the kids asked hopefully. He looked about twelve, as did the three other boys who'd joined him, and it was obvious by the bright expressions on all four of their faces that they were very fond of Ben.

Ben reached out and affectionately ruffled the boy's unruly brown hair. 'Sorry, guys, not today.'

'Awww, man.' Clearly disappointed, he hung his head and scuffed the ground with the toe of his well-worn Nikes.

'Who's your girlfriend?' one of the other boys asked as he tucked the basketball beneath his arm.

'This is Christine, and she's a friend,' Ben clarified, then went on to introduce her to the boys, who also lived in the apartment building.

'Well, she should be your girlfriend, because she's hot,' the one named Jimmy said, eyeing her much too boldly for someone so young.

Ben cringed at the unexpected, and very suggestive comment.

Unoffended, Christine laughed. It had been a very long time since someone had referred to her as hot, and she wasn't about to turn it down. 'Why, thank you, Jimmy. That's a lovely compliment.'

Nick, another one of the boys, looked pointedly at her outfit, her bangle bracelets, then her high-heeled shoes before meeting her gaze. 'We'd ask you to play hoops, but you look way too girly for us.'

There was an edge of sarcasm to the kid's voice, and she arched a brow at him. 'Just because I look like a girl doesn't mean I play like a girl.'

'Yes, it does,' Samuel chimed in, backing his friend with a succinct nod.

Smiling, she held her hand out to Andrew, the one who was holding the basketball. 'Let me have the ball,' she said in a friendly, easygoing tone.

Andrew frowned and took a small step back, unwilling to give her the coveted ball that clearly defined them as 'men' in their minds. 'You're a girl?'

'Why, yes, I am,' she agreed, and kept her hand stretched toward him.

Beside her. Ben sighed. 'Christine-'

Ignoring her bodyguard, she kept her gaze locked with the boy's. 'Come on, give me the ball, please? I'd like to show you something real quick, and then you can have it back. I promise.'

Still skeptical, Andrew glanced toward Jimmy, establishing the other kid as the leader of their pack and the one who made all the crucial decisions in their circle of friendship.

After a few seconds, Jimmy gave him a nod and said, 'Go ahead and give it to her, Andrew. Let's see what she can do.'

Reluctantly, Andrew shot the ball her way, fast and hard, and she caught it with both hands without flinching, as he no doubt expected. She walked onto the basketball court and up to the three-point line, and her audience followed behind to watch.

She calculated the distance to the basketball hoop, bounced the ball a few times to get a feel for it, then glanced back at the small group of boys waiting with varying degrees of feigned boredom and subtle curiosity etching their expressions. Ben stood off to the side as well, his arms crossed casually over his chest, amusement flickering in his gaze.

'Okay, boys, and that includes you, too, Ben,' she said, winking at him. 'Pay close attention, because I'm about to show you what this girl can do.'

She dribbled the ball a few more times, positioned herself, then concentrated on all the important elements of making a basket that her high school basketball coach had taught her. Visualizing the shot, she sent the ball sailing through the air, watching as it arched toward her target. The ball hit low on the backboard, and instead of bouncing back onto the court, it circled the rim of the basket before dropping through the net.

Yes, she thought in exhilaration as she suppressed the urge to do a victory dance of some sort. It wasn't the cleanest shot she'd ever made, but it was enough to prove that she was a girl with a few hoop skills of her own.