The minute Ben stepped off of the elevator, the aroma of burgers met him outside of the room door. He hadn't realized he was gone that long. When he stepped into the suite, the first thing he saw was Tara hunched over the food cart with a burger the size of her face ready to be devoured. Hunger. He wanted her to look at him the same way.
Tara wore a towel wrapped around her head with a matching robe. She stopped mid-bite to eye him before completing the primal act with a hint of ketchup sticking to the corner of her mouth.
“That looks really good,” he told her.
She bounced her head up and down to a beat only she could hear, answering him after a hearty swallow, “It really is. You should have some. Sit down and eat. We can go over the rest of our route.”
Ben obliged Tara by pulling one of the chairs closer to the opposite side of the food cart. His mouth salivated as he pulled the cover off of his piping hot plate of food. Taking his first bite felt like heaven, but he ran into the same dripping ketchup issue as she did. The main difference was an entire blob of it coming out of the bottom of his burger and dripping onto his shirt.
"This is good," he told her while putting the burger down and pushing himself away from the cart. He headed toward his bag but didn't want to put on a clean shirt until he'd showered. He tossed her an inquisitive look, “Do you mind if I take this off? I’d rather not get another shirt dirty until after I’ve showered.”
“Go ahead, I don’t mind at all,” she said with her focus solely on the food in front of her.
Ben removed his shirt in a single tug off of his body. He grabbed his food and headed toward the balcony door. The night breeze cooled him off, but it also let him look into the parking lot. His instincts from earlier couldn’t have been that off. There had to be something triggering this reaction in him. He refused it to be paranoia.
With his eyes glued to their car in particular, he finished his food on the balcony before heading into the room to shower and change. Heat and steam engulfed the room, which helped put him at ease. A piece of him wanted Tara to walk in and catch a glimpse of him fully undressed, but he checked his hormones.
The reflection of the man in the mirror looked tired, and the job just got underway. His eyes darted toward the door where he heard Tara’s voice.
“...Danny, I have no intention of doing anything with him. This is for work … he looks like he was pulled off the cover of a magazine...”
With his ego boosted from his moment of eavesdropping, Ben got into the shower with thoughts of Tara on his mind and in his hand.
7
Tara spoke to Danny about the sexy security agent taking a shower in the other room. She tried to remember her last relationship and what they looked like compared to Ben. Memories of lovers long ago didn’t seem to measure up to Ben physically.
Emotionally?
Intelligence?
All of that has yet to be seen.
While she thought they’d take off as soon as he finished showering, Tara stifled a yawn telling her sleep took precedent to traveling. So she laid down on the bed, staring at the views of the darkened sky from the window accented with its beige blandness egging her to close her eyes. A wave of exhaustion crashed over her dragging her into a slumber before Ben could even get out of the shower.
Tara’s dreams played tricks on her mind as they brought her back into the hotel room. The room remained beige, but the energy shifted drastically. It went from strangers who clicked for a work assignment to two people who wanted something more than stolen glances of desire.
Ben stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. Tara pushed herself out of bed, greeting him with a kiss, soft and tender on the lips. His mouth was firm, taking from her kiss everything he needed and more. The strength behind his hands as they slipped her robe open made her pulse quickened with anticipation. Every place he touched, he left a trail of goosebumps for his tongue to taste and follow.
The swirling kiss of passion turned into lustful urgency the longer they went at it. Like two teenagers under the bleachers, Tara let Ben take control of her as he slid her robe down over her arms. His mouth left hers to kiss her on the shoulder, biting it gently as he traced an imaginary path making sure to hit every zone to make her squeal and squirm with delight. He moaned against her skin, sending vibrations of his desire to her core. Tara’s breathless pants of ecstasy bounced off the walls while she tried to keep herself composed under his seductive touch.
When Ben reached her stomach, he circled her navel with his tongue. A devilish glare glazed over him as he laid her down on the bed, wrapping her legs around his face to bury himself in a place he wished he could stay forever. Heights of pleasure crashed over Tara as Ben moved his magical tongue back and forth over the most tender spots of her body until he brought her to climax. One after another, Ben didn’t let up until his appetite for her was sated.
Tara ran her fingers through his thick black hair, finding the rhythm to the beat his tongue strummed against her slickness. When he finished, he moved up her body, having let the towel hanging off of his waist fall to
