Wife Wanted (A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance)(40)

 

Their lips met, questioning at first, barely touching, but when he started to pull away, she pulled him closer with a hand on his neck. He met her kiss with the same fire that suddenly consumed her. Their lips moved against each other in an intricate dance as his arms wrapped around her, just as strong and comforting as she remembered. They massaged her back as she ran her fingers through his black hair, longer since the first time they met. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced before. Everything was craving for his touch, screaming for her to be closer, infinitely closer.

 

“Anna,” he whispered against her lips.

 

“What?”

 

“I don’t…I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he said, trying to catch his breath as he stared into her eyes. He brushed the hair from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “There’re some things about me…I haven’t…it’s been a long time since…”

 

She placed a finger on his lips and smiled, trying not to let her shyness creep back in and ruin the moment. “Whatever happens tonight, I won’t hold it against you. But do you really want to stop kissing me? Because I can tell you, I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

 

Phoebe waited to see what he would do. Her heart sank when he started to pull away, but then he scooped her up in his arms. “Bedroom?”

 

Her stomach clenched as she pointed down the short hallway, unable to form words. Was this really happening? This man, this pirate of a man who had come to her rescue, was going to just sweep her off her feet this easily? She never took risks like this! Why was she doing it now?

 

Because this feels right, the voice in her head yelled. This is more than right.

 

“It’s perfect,” she whispered aloud.

 

“What?”

 

“Nothing,” she said as he set her gently on the bed. “Uh, I should tell you I guess, I’ve never…you know.”

 

“How is that even possible?” he asked.

 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

 

“I mean that you’re a beautiful woman,” he said, laughing at her narrowed gaze.

 

“I’ve never met the right man,” she whispered and felt her whole body flush with embarrassment.

 

Ben leaned in, resting his hands on either side of her hips as he kissed the top of her head. “Then I consider myself a very lucky man.”

 

She leaned back as his lips met hers again and all concerns and reasons for worry disappeared. She felt her hands reach up and start to unbutton his shirt, each one taking far too long for her liking, before finally, she saw his naked chest. For a tech guy, he was well muscled with a near-perfect six-pack. Her hands moved against his warm skin, and she felt him shudder at her touch. He straightened long enough to slip out of his shirt, then found her neck. His kisses were soft and long as they made their way down her neck to her collarbone. A warmth began between her legs, and she squirmed beneath him, needing more contact.

 

His hands slid up under her shirt, and her breath caught as they found their way to the underside of her breasts. Her body arched up to his touch, and she fell back against the bed, pulling him down with her. Phoebe kicked off her heels and heard his boots thud against the floor as well. She giggled as his stubble tickled her neck and against her bare stomach. He pushed her shirt up until she grabbed it and pulled it the rest of the way over her head.

 

Ben sat upright for a moment and stared down at her body.

 

“What?” she asked, nervousness sliding in again.

 

But he smiled crookedly. “Nothing, just admiring my kidnap victim.”

 

Her laughter turned into a quiet moan as his kisses traveled across her stomach and higher up. His fingers pulled the straps of her bra down before one hand reached behind her and popped the clasps. Phoebe felt her breath quicken as he pulled it away, leaving her completely topless. Her arms wrapped around his muscular shoulders and pulled him to her. His lips closed around one of her nipples, and Phoebe thought she was going to explode. Never had a man touched her like this, and she never wanted it to stop. But she wanted to feel more of him, have him closer.

 

As he nuzzled her breasts, her hands crept down to his jeans and started to mess with his belt. She got the buckle free and heard him grunt when her hands undid the button and his zipper. She slipped her fingers inside. They met the very erect and warm length of him, hard and ready. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed gently until he grunted.

 

“Careful now, love,” he whispered.

 

“What? I’m not the only one who gets to have fun.”