Page 47 of Rebellious Hearts

Istared at Ben, chest heaving. His eyes were the color of molten chocolate, dark and deep, and I tried desperately to hold on to all the reasons this couldn’t happen.

He was my boss.

I was too drawn to him.

This would affect my career.

My body ached for him and a small voice at the back of my mind screamed at me.

You’re pretending to be married.

He wants you.

You want him.

Damn it, where was logic when I needed it?

When he’d kissed me, it had been like electricity rocking my body, his touch branding my skin. We were caught in a moment where time stood still…

And then I stepped forward and grabbed his face, pressing my lips against his.

He wrapped his arms around my body, tongue sliding into my mouth. One hand went up to my hair, and he grabbed a handful, holding tight enough that I moaned but not so tight that it hurt.

His other hand went to my ass. He grinded his hips against me, his erection rock hard and ready for me, and I moaned again.

He kissed me urgently, swallowing my moans, and when he pulled away, we were both breathless. We stared at each other, chests rising and falling.

“Ben,” I breathed.

He answered me with another kiss, driving me backward until my back was against the wall. He pinned me with his body, and his hand slid under my shirt, cupping my breast. His fingers were hot through the lace of my bra, and my nipple pebbled.

I arched my back and pressed myself against his hand, wanting him to do more.

He nibbled at my bottom lip and worked my shirt up, slowly, teasingly.

I moaned and kissed him hard before I lifted my arms, letting him pull off my shirt.

When I was in my bra, Ben stared at me. He traced a line on the delicate skin just above the cup of my bra before he peeled it down and massaged my breast, tweaking my hardened nipple until I gasped and moaned.

I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head. I ran my hands over his chest, marveling at the dark ink stretched over muscles that flexed underneath.

He grinned at me and grabbed the waistband of my pants. He undid the button and the zipper and then eased them down over my hips.

I wore a thong, and when he glanced up at me, his face riddled with pure hunger, I blushed.

He ran a finger over my hip, just above the waistband of the thong. “Sofia,” he whispered, voice husky. “You’re gorgeous.”

I was wearing only my bra and my panties, and he stared at me like he wanted to eat me.

God, I wanted him to eat me.

Heat coiled in my belly, spreading outward. Ben leaned his naked chest against my breasts, his hands sliding behind my back, and he undid the bra without a hitch.

Ben pushed the straps of my bra down, baring my breasts, tossing the bra aside, leaning down, taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue teasing the bud, and I moaned, pressing my back against the wall and pushing my chest out.

Ben switched sides and gave the other nipple the same treatment. His hands went to my hips and he pushed his forward, grinding his erection against my pelvis.

I moaned, feeling him against my skin, and when his fingers slipped inside the waistband of my panties and slipped between my folds, a shiver of pure need rippled over my body.