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In the end, it was six songs before Lynn could drag Benjamin out of the party, as Helen insisted on a group carol just as she was about to whisper in his ear. But as soon as the tuneless rendition of Deck the Halls was completed amid much laughter and teasing, she clasped his bicep and leaned in close.
“I’m ready to get out of here. You?”
The muscles under her hand tensed and he faced her, so close their noses brushed. His dark eyes, framed with short thick lashes, bore into hers with a heat that made her knees weak. “Whenever you want. Whatever you want.” The double entendre curled like syrup through her veins.
Lynn shamelessly used Oscar as an excuse when the Silverberries bemoaned her early departure, and in a few short minutes she was seated next to Benjamin as he manoeuvred away from the curb. The console separated them as effectively as the Great Wall and she thanked the lord it would take less than fifteen minutes to get home.
Benjamin seemed to feel a similar compulsion. He accelerated before each green light as if determined not to be stopped, and even snuck through a long amber at one intersection. He pulled into her driveway and she didn’t wait for the engine to die before opening her door and hurrying to the house, Benjamin at her heels.
On the front stoop, she stopped. “I have to send the babysitter home. This will have to hold me.” She gripped his skull and drew him toward her. Their mouths met and matched and melded, opening so their tongues could dance. A flush raced over her body. Before she could surrender to the passion and wrap herself around his solid, hard form, she broke away, breath panting. “We have to go in. Makayla would have heard us drive up.”
His chest heaved in unison with hers. He sucked in air through his nose and let it out slowly. “Okay.”
She turned to unlock the door, almost stumbling through the opening, intensely aware of Benjamin behind her.
“Hey, Lynn.” Makayla stood at the top of the short flight of stairs. “You’re home early. It’s barely eleven.”
“Yes.” She cleared her throat, ignoring the curiosity in Makayla’s tone. “How did it go?”
“Great. Not a peep out of him.”
Benjamin helped her off with her coat, his hands lingering on her shoulders an instant longer than necessary. She shivered with anticipation and forced herself to focus on the teenager. “Good. I’ll pay you to midnight, like I said. E-transfer as usual?”
“Sweet.” Lynn and Benjamin switched places with Makayla. She refrained from making shooing gestures as the girl put on her coat, tugged a toque over her curls, and slid into her fleece-lined boots. “Okay, then. Have a good night.” The look she swept from Lynn to Benjamin and back again was far beyond her fifteen years.
“You, too.” Lynn waggled her fingers and moved to the front window. Makayla trudged down the drive and she mentally urged her to walk faster. After what felt an age the girl turned up a walkway three houses down. The door opened and light spilled out, and then shut behind her.
“She’s home.” She tugged the curtains closed and turned to Benjamin, expectation and trepidation and excitement coiling tightly within her.
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BENJAMIN HAD HEARD the expression the anticipation is killing me but hadn’t fully appreciated it until this evening. He’d been in low-grade torture from the moment Lynn had stated she expected him to stay the night. Through introductions and interesting conversations and impressive and not-so-impressive karaoke performances, he’d been constantly aware of her. Where she was, what she was doing, who she was talking to.
How she tasted.
And now, finally, they were alone. Well, except for Oscar. But if Lynn wasn’t worried about having sex with her toddler just down the hall, neither was he.
She took a step toward him at the same time he moved toward her. He’d toed off his shoes when they’d first come in, and though she still wore her heels she was a couple inches shorter than him. It didn’t matter. Their mouths lined up perfectly and she fit against his chest like they’d been custom made for each other.
He’d unbuttoned his coat but hadn’t removed it and she slid her hands underneath the heavy wool, along his ribs to his spine. Without breaking their connection, he shrugged it off and let it drop carelessly to the floor. She kissed him like she was never coming up for air, making him feel powerful, wanted, invincible.
He scooped her up behind her knees and she gasped against his mouth. “What are you doing?”
“Taking you to bed.” He pressed his lips hard on hers and spun toward the darkened hall.
“You’ll break your back! Put me down.” Despite her demands, she snuggled in closer, biting his neck gently.
He grinned even as a sharp ripple of desire flashed through his veins. “Even that wouldn’t stop me from being with you tonight. But don’t worry, I work out with the boys most days. You weigh less than I bench press.”
The door to Oscar’s room was ajar and the soft glow of a night light illuminated the rails of his crib. He paused and listened to the soft, tender sighs of his breathing, and then continued past, his sock feet making no noise on the carpet. At the end of the short hall, he turned left into what was obviously Lynn’s room.
It wasn’t a large space. The bed with its puffy comforter and piles of pillows took up much of the floor. Unlit candles in various shapes and sizes waited on the dresser and nightstand, and everything was as neat and tidy as a hotel room.
The evidence she’d prepared for his stay caused his already racing heart to kick into a higher gear.
He laid her gently on the mattress, propping her up on the stack of pillows. “Do you have a lighter? Or matches?”
“In here.” She rolled over and struggled to open the top drawer of the single nightstand. When he moved to help she batted his hand away. “No. Don’t. I’ve got it.”
Ignoring her, he pulled the drawer wide and saw a barbeque lighter. As well as an open box of condoms and a long, thick, purple vibrator.
She flopped onto her back and draped an arm over her eyes. “I didn’t want you to see that.”
“The condoms? That’s only sensible and I would expect nothing less from you.”
“Not that. The other thing.”
“The vibrator?” He grinned when she squirmed and pressed her arm tighter over her eyes. “That only seems natural for a healthy single woman. Maybe you’ll have to play with it while I watch.” The idea was intoxicating. He stored that thought for later consideration.
She lifted her arm and peeped out at him. “Really?”
“Really. But not tonight. Tonight, I want you all to myself. Just like the first time.” Unlike the first time, though, he intended to immerse himself in her, delight in every sensation. His memories of their one-night stand were confused and frantic, a torrent of lust and heat and sweaty bodies. And while the sex had been fantastic, he wanted something different from her.
He wanted her soul. Even if what they had wasn’t for forever, he wanted tonight to mean something. To both of them.
He lit the candles one by one until the room flickered with a romantic glow. She watched him, sprawled against the pillows, eyes heavy-lidded, fingers trailing absently up and down her torso, from her belly to her breasts and back again, the shiny fabric of her dress shimmering. When he was done, he stood at the foot of the bed and undid the buttons of his shirt, tugging it out of his pants and slipping it off as he used his toes to pull off his socks. She drew the tip of her tongue along her bottom lip and her gaze dipped to his abs. He wasn’t in the prime physical shape he’d been in when he was playing hockey, but he knew he was still in good form. Working out was a great stress reliever, and lord knew he’d had enough stress in his life lately.
Lynn lifted her hips and wriggled her dress out from under her buttocks. Sitting up, she pulled it over her head, disarranging her bun so that it slipped sideways. Tossing the dress aside, she fiddled with her hair, discarding an elastic and several pins on the nightstand. The silky strands fell to her shoulders.
His cock, already hard and ready, hardened further, shifting under his pants. She wore a black lacy bra and matching panties, and still had her high heels strapped on her slender feet.
The silence between them was ripe and full, just like her body. He placed a knee on the mattress, his weight shifting her slightly toward him. Lifting one foot, he worked the tiny buckle on her shoe, slow and deliberate. She moaned low in her throat when he slid it off and kissed the arch, each toe, and then her ankle. Her breath grew ragged as he repeated the procedure on the other foot.
Still wearing his pants, he crawled up the mattress and stretched out beside her. She rolled to her side so they lay nose to nose, breasts to chest, groin to groin. Her fingers worked his fly and he felt some relief when the zipper gave way.
Until she took his cock in hand through the silk of his boxers.
His entire body stiffened, heated. She worked him firmly, reading his hissing breath and clutching fingers to give him more of what he liked.
“I should...you...” He couldn’t think through the erotic haze.
She read his incoherent utterances correctly. “We’ll get to me, don’t worry.” She slid down until he felt her breath on his thigh. “But you are not going home unsatisfied. Not this time. So we’ll take care of you first.”
She rolled him to his back and worked his pants and boxers off his legs, leaving him naked. Settling herself on her knees between his legs, she bent forward. His hands fluttered on her skull, not directing, not demanding, but he had to touch her somehow, and this was all he could reach.
Warm, wet lips encircled him and he bucked up. Her approving moan vibrated along his length and up his spine. She took him deeper. Her hands stretched up, scratching lightly on his pecs, teasing his nipples, but he was almost too lost in the sensation building in his cock to notice.
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HE TASTED SO GOOD. Musky and spicy, tangy and warm. Lynn savoured his silky strength, going down as far as she could, and then sliding up to tease the tip, making his hips jerk. His hands floated on her skull and she wanted him to twist his fingers in her hair and tug like he had done before, but this was for him.
She gripped the base of his shaft and cupped his balls. Crouched comfortably between his legs, she felt like she could play with him forever. It didn’t take long, however, before she sensed he was close.
He tried once more to take control. “I don’t want to finish yet.” His voice was hoarse, breathless.
Perfect.
She dragged her teeth lightly over his shaft and let him pop out of her mouth. “We have all night.” She swallowed him down, and then repeat the rough caress. “You’ll have time to recover. But you deserve this first.” She slid her thumb over the head of his cock and stroked.
He arched his head back, the tendons in his neck strong and fierce, the pulse in his throat pounding. His face screwed up in an expression of passion that almost made her come from the sight. With a guttural groan, he gripped the bedsheets and his release juddered onto his belly and chest.
She softened her touches, feeling the last traces of his orgasm shudder through him as his body relaxed.
“Holy fuck.” His tone was reverent.
She curled up at his side, tucked herself under his limp arm, and drew a fingertip through the moisture on his belly. He sucked in a breath through his nose.
“That was...”
It was extremely satisfying he couldn’t find the words to describe the experience. “I’m glad.”
The hairs on his chest vibrated with the pounding of his heart. He drew in another breath, held it, and then let it ease out slowly. “Let me go clean up. Then it’s your turn.”
She shook her head and he kinked his neck so he could make eye contact. “Then it’s our turn. Don’t be long.”