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  She snuggled closer, her breasts pressing against his chest. He tried to scoot away, but there was no room, she’d made sure of it. He was stuck. She ran her hand over his chest again. Ben groaned, his nipples hardening beneath her fingers as she raised her head, brushing her lips against his neck.

  “Gina, for God’s sake, roll over.” He gave her a gentle push as he rolled onto his side.

  Sure, no problem. She scooted back against him, wiggling her bum, spooning, and stirring things up even more. The hard ridge of his erection rested between her cheeks. She really hoped he wasn’t gay. If he were, he wouldn’t have a hard-on, would he?

  Ben got out of bed grumbling and got in on the other side. Fine, she’d just move back over there. This time, when she threw her leg over him, she felt his hips lift. Gotcha!

  He rolled onto his side, but he made the mistake of facing her. When his erection came in contact with the crotch of her thong, it was her turn to groan. Her breath caught in her throat as she nuzzled his neck, waiting for his arms to come around her, but they didn’t. He lay stiff as a post, barely breathing. She had half a mind to just pull those pajama pants he wore down and take things in hand, but no, that would be too easy. She wanted him to lose control and fess up, if there were something to fess up to. If not, she’d be sorely disappointed, not to mention frustrated.

  Ben went right from Dante’s second level of hell, to the eighth. The second, he knew, was lust. He’d spent the last month feeling the heat—firmly entrenched in level two. If he remembered correctly, the eighth level was fraud. A fraud would be the perfect description of him at that moment. The woman of his dreams was quite literally wrapped around him, his erection was hard enough to drive nails, and he was supposed to be gay. For the first time in his life, he wished he were. He blew out the breath he’d been holding and bet that even a gay man would have a difficult time in his position. He wondered how many nights a man could go without sleep and sex and stay sane while sharing a bed with a woman like Gina. Right now, he’d settle for two.

  The scent of her perfume filled his head, along with the scent of hot, wet woman. She slid closer and the jersey she wore opened to show a huge expanse of chest. He shut his eyes and began counting backward from 1000 by threes. 997.

  Gina bent her leg, causing her foot to press against his ass, which in turn pressed her pelvis against his.

  994. If he woke her, the jig would be up, which could prove to be positive or very negative. With Gina, one never knew.

  “Ohhh…”

  Ben swallowed hard, she ground against him, and her foot trapped him. 991. Shit, he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel the heat of her body. He wasn’t sure if the dampness he felt was due to him or to her. He had to count backward by ones to figure out the next number, 988.

  His heart pounded as he tried to figure out if he’d be able to extricate himself if he rolled Gina onto her back. That would put him on top of her and maybe then he could get out of bed and sleep on the floor.

  985. Taking a deep breath, he rolled on top of her and immediately realized his mistake. Gina wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him down. Shit. When her arms came around his neck, he gave up and kissed her like he’d wanted to since he left her on the stoop of their Brooklyn brownstone. Gina sucked on his tongue like a Hoover, causing his erection to jump. He broke the kiss and gave her a shake.

  “Gina, please tell me you’re awake.”

  She ran her hands down his back and grabbed his ass. “Please tell me you’re not gay.”

  “Fuck.”

  She opened her eyes. “Is that a yes or a no?”

  “What the hell do you think?” He ground his pelvis into hers. “Does this feel as if I’m gay?”

  “No. You might be a liar, but you’re definitely not gay.”

  He laid his forehead against hers and squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry.”

  “That you lied, or that you’re not gay?”

  He raised his head to look her in the eye, which only pressed his very happy erection harder against her. He swallowed his urge to move and tried very hard to concentrate on the conversation. “I’m sorry I lied. I never meant for this to happen.”

  “Ben?” Her hands ran down his back and beneath the waistband, then over his ass before sliding his pants down. “Do you think we can discuss the whole lie thing later?” She must not have expected an answer because as soon as he opened his mouth, she stuck her tongue in it.

  Damn, he never expected a wife to kiss like that, nor had he expected her to feel the way she felt beneath him. He never imagined marriage had any perks. Hell, he never thought he could think of the word marriage and still have a hard-on. With Gina, all things were possible.

  He drew out the kiss, tongues and teeth clashing, warring for control. She tasted sweet and spicy, and hot all over. God, he wanted her.

  She broke the kiss, licked her lips, and nudged him. “Um, we need protection. Ben, please tell me you have something close by.”

  “What?”

  “A condom, a rubber, a raincoat? I don’t care what you call it in Boise as long as you have one.”

  “Right.” He tried to engage his brain. Did he have any in his bedside table? He never brought women to his grandfather’s house, so he didn’t think so. His shaving kit? Maybe. He stumbled out of bed, forgetting his pants were around his knees and he barely kept from falling as he kicked them off.

  Gina didn’t bother hiding her laugh, but at that point, Ben didn’t care. He switched on the closet light and clawed through his luggage to find his shaving kit, which contained two condoms. “Thank you, God.”

  The Bronco’s jersey she wore hit him in the chest as he turned toward the bed, her thong followed, and Ben found himself staring. She was simply amazing. “You’re incredibly beautiful.”

  “And you’re still not forgiven. It’s going to take a whole lot more than two condoms to make up for the hell you’ve put me through this past month.”

  “I promise, I’ll buy out a store tomorrow.”

  She blew the hair out of her eyes. “Are you going to stand there staring at me, or are you gonna use those?”

  Ben threw the condoms on the bed and sat beside her, not sure what part of her to sample first.

  Gina ripped open the condom. Okay, she obviously knew what she wanted. He’d forgotten who he was in bed with. “Hold on, what’s the rush?”

  “Rush?” She spit out something in Spanish, and not for the first time, Ben wished he’d paid more attention in class, but he also surmised the kind of Spanish she was speaking would not be taught in school.

  “We have all night, and I for one don’t want to waste a second of it, especially not arguing.”

  Gina looked perplexed. Obviously she was used to ordering men around in her bed. What she’d forgotten was that this was his bed, and he wasn’t the type of man to do as he was told. Gina was in for a real surprise. He pushed the pillows up behind him and lay back against them. “Why don’t you come over here?”

  She rolled her eyes. “I want to get to the good stuff.”

  “Sweetheart, with me it’s all good stuff.”

  In an obvious attempt to humor him, Gina threw her leg over his, and sat on his thighs facing him.

  “There now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”

  “Don’t push your luck, cowboy.”

  Ben could spend hours just looking at her and be satisfied. She, however, didn’t look as patient. He cupped the back of her head in his hand, his fingers scissoring through her hair as he ate her mouth, slow and easy. He nibbled her lips, exploring her mouth, chasing her tongue, wrestling for control.

  Gina scooted up and her breasts brushed his chest. God, he loved kissing her. He moved from her mouth to her neck and rolled them over. Ben expected her to fight him, but no, she went with it as he roamed her neck, nipping and licking, listening to her sighs and moans. He kissed a trail to her breast, and she took a deep breath and held it as he teased the first dusk
y peak. When he sucked her nipple into his mouth, she purred and anchored his head as if she thought he might move. No chance of that, he could do this all night.

  Ben lay on his side, his hand exploring her soft skin, her other breast, and then blazed a path down her rib cage. Her hips rose with every tug of his mouth on her breast. Her moans grew louder and her scent grew stronger as her hand trailed down his chest, toward his erection.

  Oh no, he wasn’t sure he could take that now. He moved lower, out of reach, kissing the underside of her breasts, trailing his tongue down over her stomach as his hand slid over her mound and teased the soft skin of her inner thighs. Ben pressed his erection against the mattress to keep from jumping her. He felt like a damn teenager. He was so close, it was embarrassing.

  Taking her hips in his hands, he positioned himself between her legs and lifted her to his mouth, licking and sucking the hot, swollen flesh. Her legs spread, opening to him. His tongue speared into her, tasting, sucking, tormenting. Ben flattened his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves as she vibrated beneath him.

  He slid one finger deep inside her, withdrew it, and then slid a second in. Her every muscle tightened around them as she grabbed his hair. She tasted like heaven, sweet and hot. He curled his fingers inside her as his tongue continued its torment.

  She screamed his name before she came hard and fast; it took both of them by surprise. There was intense heat and wetness, his fingers slid in and out, her inner muscles flexed, drawing them deeper as he let off the pressure of his mouth, letting her ride out the climax to the fullest. When he raised his head to look at her, her face and chest were rosy and her eyes looked almost gold. “You’re so beautiful.”

  Gina couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think, all she could do was stare at Ben, stunned. She’d never been with a man whose only agenda seemed to be pleasing her. Ben pulled her into his arms, held her close, and stroked her lazily. When she recovered enough to move, she rolled toward him until they were nose to nose and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue and lips. Just one kiss and she wanted him even more than before. The incredible orgasm he’d given her hadn’t sated her in the least. She smiled as she sucked his earlobe into her mouth and bit down. She just wanted to eat him up.

  Gina gave him a nudge and he rolled over onto his back. She kissed him softly as she scooted down his body. Ben reached for the condom but she just shook her head and stared at his erection. “There’s no rush, right, cowboy?”

  She lowered her head and sucked on his flat nipple, eliciting a groan from him.

  “It’s not fair to use my own words against me.”

  “No one said we had to play fair.” Her tongue trailed down his chest, tracing the contracting ridges of his stomach muscles.

  “Gina, sweetheart, I’m kind of on the edge here.”

  “Oh good. I love to see a man lose control.” Wrapping her fingers around his erection, she nuzzled it, taking in his musky scent and traced the throbbing vein from base to tip with her tongue, tasting him. She swirled her tongue around the head before sucking him deep into her mouth.

  Ben’s hand cupped her head as he groaned.

  Tightening her grip at the base, she stroked the length of him, her mouth following her fist, taking him deep. His erection throbbed against the back of her throat.

  Ben’s hips raised off the mattress, and when she cupped his balls in her hand, he pushed her away. “Gina, stop or it’s going to end before it even gets started.”

  She lifted her head and licked her lips. She loved the feeling of power, she loved the taste of him, and she wanted to see him lose control. “Don’t tell me you’re a one-shot wonder. If you come, we’ll just play around until you’re ready for round two. It’s all good. Remember?”

  “Oh no. I want to be inside of you, and I want it now. I’m sorry, sweetheart, but this time I’m on top.”

  Gina wasn’t quite sure how he managed it, but before she knew what happened, she was flat on her back looking into the eyes of one very determined man. Ben’s jaw clenched as he rolled on a condom. His mouth covered hers, stealing the air from her lungs, breathing the breath that escaped as he entered her in one long, slow thrust. Ben stilled, staring at her, searching for something, as if he wanted to see into her soul. Too close, too much. She closed her eyes, shutting him out and kissed him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moved beneath him.

  “Gina, look at me.”

  Her eyes locked on his as she reminded herself this was just sex. The fact that they were technically married didn’t make a bit of difference.

  He slid out slowly and thrust back filling her to the hilt. “God, you feel so good.” His kiss stole her thoughts and filled her with feelings she couldn’t name, feelings she didn’t want. All she wanted was more. More of him. She sucked on his tongue, urging him on to no avail. He kept up a slow, almost leisurely pace, tormenting her, driving her up, and keeping her on the edge of madness.

  “Ben, please.”

  “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want it all.” Her nails bit into his shoulders, she swiveled her hips and dug her heels into his back. He grabbed the headboard above and let loose. Her orgasm crashed around her as his hips pistoned. One orgasm rolled into the next. She’d never experienced anything like it. It was unbelievable. “Oh God. Yes!”

  Gina met him thrust for thrust, and every time, he seemed to go deeper, hitting her cervix, filling her with a combination of pleasure and pain. Her whole body spasmed, she arched her back as his control snapped. His jaw clenched, his face shined with sweat, and his muscles quivered. Ben groaned out her name and came, thrusting again and again until he collapsed on top of her.

  She held him as mini-explosions shot through her. He was heavy, but a good heavy. Her body felt as if it melted into the mattress, and when he tried to move, she stopped him. “Stay for a little while.”

  “I’m crushing you.” He rolled them both over as if she were weightless. She scooted lower, feeling him grow inside her as he tried to hold her still. “Gina, if you’re ready for round two, I have to get rid of the condom.”

  “No, I’m just getting comfortable. I’ll behave.”

  “Right, like I believe that one. I was born, just not yesterday.”

  His hands massaged her back and her ass, causing sparks to shoot up her spine and her breath to catch. She looked up at him and smiled. “You keep that up, and I won’t be responsible for my actions.”

  He eased himself out of her and left her feeling empty. “Promises, promises.” He gave her a sweet kiss before he scooted out from beneath her and walked naked to the bathroom. Her eyes closed and she listened to the water running. She must have fallen asleep and awoke with a start when she felt the warmth of a wet washcloth gently wiping her off. Her eyes shot open and heat ran to her face as embarrassment hit her. “What are you doing?”

  “I hogged the bathroom, I thought you might like to freshen up.”

  “I can do it myself.”

  “Sure, but why should you?” He actually looked mystified.

  She didn’t know what to say to that, so she just took the cloth from him and ran into the bathroom, grabbing his shirt on the way. When she returned to bed clad in his jersey, he was waiting for her. Why couldn’t he just fall asleep after sex like every other man? There was no escape. Madre de Dios, what had she gotten herself into?

  “Are you coming back to bed?”

  “Where else is there to go?” She really wished there was someplace. She wasn’t used to having a guy stay with her.

  Ben looked concerned. “You’re not getting weird on me, are you?”

  Gina sat down on the bed and pulled the covers over her legs. “No weirder than usual. I’m just not used to this.”

  Ben scooted closer, pulling her into his arms. “What?”

  Gina threw her hands up. “You know, talking after sex, sleeping with someone. All of this togetherness crap. It’s just not natural.”

  He scooted down in
bed pulling her along with him. “You slept with your sister.”

  “Yeah, but you’re definitely not my sister. I don’t sleep with men.”

  Ben pulled her against him so they were spooning, his arm cushioning her head. “You slept with me last night.”

  “That’s when I thought you were gay. Now I know you’re not.”

  “And that’s a problem because?”

  “Because you have an erection pressing against my ass and you’re talking to me. I don’t usually have conversations with men I have sex with.” She scooted back against him as his hand slid into the v-neck of her shirt, toying with her breasts. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

  “Talking can be highly overrated.” He pinched her nipple and slid his erection between her legs, teasing her.

  “Exactly.”

  ***

  Ben awoke slowly, reached over to grab Gina—wishing he’d brought more than two condoms with him—and encountered nothing but cold sheets. He cracked his eyes open, wondering if she’d gone to the bathroom, but the door was open and the shirt he’d ripped off of her within minutes of her putting it back on was still lying on the floor. “Shit.”

  He got out of bed and stomped to the bathroom. The shower was still wet. She couldn’t have gone far. He brushed his teeth, threw on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and went looking for his wife.

  He walked bleary-eyed to the coffee pot and poured a cup.

  “Your wife is in the office.”

  Ben looked up to find Kate standing beside Buck, a long-haul trucker who had been trying to win Kate’s affection for as long as Ben could remember. “How’s it going, Uncle Buck?”

  Buck, a bear of a man, twirled the ends of his red mustache. “Pretty good, Ben. Though Kate’s not too happy.”

  Ben nodded and smiled at Kate. “I take it you met Gina?”

  Kate had her arms crossed looking like a bear ready to roar. “She made coffee. No one makes coffee in my kitchen but me. She and your grandfather have had their heads together all morning. They’re like peas in a pod, those two. They wouldn’t even let me fix them breakfast. They said they were too busy working.”