Relentless (Benson Security 2)

“More.”

Joe slid his hands down the pink satin of her camisole until he hooked underneath.

“Off,” he said.

There was a slight hesitation before Julia lifted her arms to let him slide the material over her head. He removed it slowly, knowing that the glide of material over her skin would be a sensual delight. A tiny gasp escaped her when the satin tugged over her engorged breasts.

“Beautiful,” Joe told her as he looked down at the rounded handfuls, with rosy nipples that matched the colour of her cheeks.

He tossed the top to the floor and ran his hands up and down her back as he looked into her eyes. All he saw shining out at him was desire.

She cupped his cheeks and studied him. “You really believe it when you say things like that, don’t you?” She sounded awed.

Joe couldn’t believe her words. To be so stunning and yet never see it. How was that possible? But Julia was more than her beauty. There was a golden light inside of her. One that couldn’t be hidden. Even if she wasn’t gorgeous to look at, she would still be gorgeous, because of who she was. Her beauty was soul deep. The kind that would never fade or tarnish. She would always be stunning to him. Always.

“You,” he said huskily, “are beautiful inside and out. You humble me.”

“Oh, Joe,” she whispered.

He could tell she was touched, but unconvinced. It didn’t matter. He planned to spend a lifetime convincing her.

Joe lowered his face, nuzzling her throat and neck. She arched into his touch, angling her head to give him better access. Her little gasps of pleasure, as he licked and nipped and sucked her ivory skin, made his heart beat faster.

Joe felt her knees weaken and tightened his hold on her waist to keep her in place. Her skin was warm and soft, easily marked by his kisses. He gentled his touch, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt her.

“No.” Julia clutched at his shoulders. “Harder.”

“You’ll bruise.” And he wouldn’t do that to her.

“I want to feel you. I want to know this is real and not another dream.”

Her whispered confession made his hold tighten, and he fought to relax. “This is real. I promise you.”

“Then make me feel it.”

Her plea made his restraint snap. Holding her tight, he lifted her and twisted them both onto the bed behind him. Joe lay at her side, his body flush against her, his arm supporting his weight above her head, while his other hand wandered.

Dazed eyes looked up at him as Julia threaded her fingers into his hair and tugged his mouth down for a kiss. He took her with a ferocity that left them both breathless. All the while, his hand shaped and caressed her breasts. Learning what she liked, feeling the weight of her. He pinched her nipple before tracing his finger around the areola. Her back came off the bed to press into his touch.

“More,” she gasped against his kiss-swollen lips.

He felt dazed, out of control, lost in her. “What do you want, Julia? I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I want your mouth,” she whispered somewhat desperately. “I want to feel your mouth on my b-breasts.” She stumbled over the words, as though shocked she could say them out loud.

Joe didn’t make her ask twice. Supporting his weight on both arms, he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He was relentless, sucking her deep, letting her feel the ferocity of his need, making her lift off the bed and claw at the sheet beneath them. When he rasped her nipples with his teeth, she moaned and suddenly clasped the back of his head. Her fingers tightened in his hair, tugging, keeping him in place.

“Harder,” she moaned. “Oh, please.”

He gave her what she wanted, sucking hard while he teased the neglected nipple on her other breast with his fingers. She went wild beneath him, all fire and passion. A raging fire that could easily be stoked into an inferno. She writhed with his touch, her gasps and moans a symphony to his ears. Her hips were undulating, seeking something that wasn’t there, making her groan with frustration.

“Joe, I need you.” It was a plea.

He released her nipple with a pop. “I know what you need.” He crawled up her body and took her mouth with his. This wasn’t a kiss. It was a possession. And the strangest thing about it was that it wasn’t him who was doing the possessing. He felt taken over by Julia. Consumed by her.

And it was wonderful.

He felt hands on his chest. Nails across his nipples. Her fingers trailed back and forth in the hair between his pecs. He was swimming in her. Floating away on her taste and touch.