When Ben got home he was angry thinking about leaving Hannah alone and seeing her jump up from the couch when he walked in reaffirmed his thoughts. The guys knew he was struggling but the mission came first. As he thought when he told Hannah he was leaving she panicked. She worried he would not come back. He didn’t blame her. The last mission had been a disaster. And he would not have Bulldog and his team to back him up. Not that he needed it.
Ben was equally shocked when Hannah suddenly leaned forward and kissed him. He was so shocked he didn’t move. He asked her what she was doing to make sure she was aware of her actions. When she told him she wanted him to kiss her he went hard in seconds. It was all he could ever hope and dream. For almost two weeks he had been lusting after this woman and now she was giving him the green light. To be honest he had been lusting after her for over fifteen years. Ben kissed her and groaned when Hannah straddled him but the couch was becoming uncomfortable and he wanted them to be horizontal. He pulled away from the kiss and at the look of confusion and hurt on Hannah’s face he slid her off and took her hand and led her upstairs. She wanted and him and by god, he would give himself to her but it would be on a comfortable bed, not a couch.
He walked into his bedroom and felt she pause in the doorway. He looked back and saw panic threatened to kick in. She wanted him but past experiences were trying to take over. He couldn’t have that. Ben came back to her side and tilted her face so she would look at him.
“Kissing, no more.” He promised. “Anytime I do something you don’t like or feel uncomfortable all you have to do is say stop, okay?”
“Okay,” She said the words but didn’t look convinced. He would have to work on that.
Ben pulled her into his room and guided her to the bed. “We’ll even keep our clothes on so I won’t be tempted.”
Hannah said nothing but sank down into his bed and Ben followed her down. Her cupped the side of her face and slowly lowered his head towards her lips giving her plenty of time to turn away if she changed her mind. He kissed her softly, a tentative touch. He pulled back and looked at her for any signs of distress. Hannah leaned towards him and captured his lips this time. Hannah gripped his shoulders and pulled him towards her.
Chapter Eight
“Doing okay, Goldilocks?”
Hannah nodded. "More," she demanded.
“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled and showed her his dimples. He claimed her mouth like a starved man. They couldn’t get enough of each other. Ben rolled into his back and placed Hannah on top. He kept his grip on her loose so she could get up if she felt uncomfortable. He stroked her legs as he explored her mouth. He wanted to remove her clothes and explore all her naked flesh, but he promised her he wouldn’t and he was a man of his word.
“I want to touch you.” She said, running her fingers over his shirt.
Ben sat up and ripped the collar of his shirt behind his head and pulled it off, tossing it on the ground. Hannah gasped at his naked torso and ran her fingers over him experimentally. Her fingers glided over the tattoo on his ribs. It wasn’t overly large, a golden man standing over a demon. Golden Ben. She didn’t understand the demon part though. Because he was military and fought bad guys?
It took all of Ben’s hard earned control to hold still as she got to know his body. He wished he could do the same to her but he had promised. Ben fell back against the bed as Hannah stroked his chest down to his stomach and back over his pecs. Her touches grew bolder the more she explored him. Ben couldn’t hold still anymore. He reached up to the bottom of her shirt and stopped. “Can I?” If she said no it would kill him but he would respect her wishes. Hannah gave him a slight nod and Ben felt like he just conquered the world.
Ben reached under her shift and felt her smooth skin underneath. He glided her fingers up and down from the top of her pants to the bottom of her bra. It was paradise. She had such warm smooth skin; he wished he could see it.
Hannah abruptly sat away from him and he was about to ask what he had done wrong when Hannah pulled her shirt up and threw it on the ground. Ben felt his tongue hanging out at the goddess on top of him. Pale creamy unmarred skin. A purple lace bra cupped her breast that were getting larger now that she was eating more. A long tapered waist he could span with one of his hands. She was truly a goddess. He tried to recall the water goddess of his youth but she paled compared to beauty before his eyes. Ben reached forward and cupped her breasts. His fingers teased the edge of her bra, wanting to rip it from her body and feast on her.
Hannah reached back and undid the bra clasp. The shoulder straps fell to her elbows and only his hands kept the bra over her breasts. He watched her face as he pulled it away from her breasts and discarded it on the floor. They had gone much further than he
