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Her glare was pure heat in the icy room. Fire danced in her eyes.
"You have some nerve coming in here," she growled angrily.
Benny moved closer to her. "Mo, we need to talk."
Maureen held her hand up so as to put some distance between them. She couldn't think when he stood so close. "I have nothing left to say to you," she intoned in a low voice.
Benny rubbed his chin in frustration. "Damn it, Maureen! Would you just let me explain?"
Her hands moved to her hips. "You don't have to explain anything, Benjamin. You called me a slut and talked about me behind my back!"
"Who told you that?" he asked.
Benny swore under his breath. Maureen's lips twisted sardonically. Benny longed to kiss her plump little mouth, but he hadn't the nerve to as of yet.
"You thought he would keep your insults a secret?"
"I only said those things because I was angry."
"What right did you have to be angry with me?" she scoffed.
"Do you know how hard it is for a man to have a beautiful woman flirt with him one minute only to ignore him the next? I'm sure my names for you were much milder than another man's would have been," he explained.
"Why does it matter to you so much?" asked Maureen.
Benny gently caressed her upper arms. "It matters because I want you," he whispered in her ear. "I think you want me too, but your holding back. Why?"
Maureen's eyelids fluttered closed as warmth spread through her body like wildfire. "You overwhelm me," she said breathlessly.
Benny chuckled and began a trail of kisses down her neck. Maureen laid her hands on his chest as he pulled her closer to him. Her body tensed up.
"Relax. I'm not going to hurt you," his low voice rumbled through her.
"I know, but you make me uneasy."
Benny looked at her with questioning eyes. Maureen blushed. What she was about to admit sounded foolish to her.
"You remind me of a tiger stalking his prey. Your body barely hides your ability to overpower me at any moment."
Benny smiled seductively. "Welcome to the jungle, babe," he growled.
Maureen felt her bones slide to pool in her feet. His mouth came down possessively. At first, Maureen was paralyzed by his aggression. Slowly, her tension melted and she began to respond with her own brand. His hands slid down her ribcage and around her bottom, molding her to him. Maureen whimpered at the contact. Benny smiled inwardly. She wanted this as much as he did.
He pried her lips open with his tongue and slipped it into her inviting mouth. Maureen nearly moaned. She splayed her fingers across the back of his head, holding him there. She reveled in the magic of his lips and tongue. Why had she denied herself for so long?
She grew restless against him and he obliged by sliding one strong hand up her shirt to cup her breast. It was then he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. "Good girl," he thought. He played with the nipple until Maureen began making small sounds in the back of her throat, which he felt more than heard. Maureen couldn't take it anymore. She broke the kiss, but didn't pull away. She stared at him with half-lidded eyes.
"Undress me," she commanded in a voice made of pure silk.
Benny removed her shirt in record time. He cupped both of her breasts and kissed each in turn. Maureen's eyes closed again as warmth grew between her thighs. She shifted impatiently. Benny must have read her mind because he took one nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard.
Maureen bit her lip to keep from crying out. She was glad everyone else was gone. Mark and Roger were out for the night and Collins was off on one of his "soul-searching" journeys. He would be gone for months.
Pleasure sliced through her as Benny turned his attention to her other breast, bringing her mind back to the situation at hand. This time she moaned loudly. Benny sucked harder. Soon, Maureen was straining against him.
"Benny, please," she begged.
He ignored her plea. He continued to drive her to the edge. Shattering release claimed her when she could stand no more. Her breath came in shallow pants. Benny smiled at her.
Two could play this game. Before he could continue his quest, Maureen grabbed him by the waist of his pants. The zipper hissed open easily. Expertly, she slipped her hand inside. A look of blissful pain settled on Benny's handsome face. He sucked in a breath and held it, waiting for her next move. He was hot and thick in her palm. She licked her lips hungrily.
"Not so tough now, are you tiger?" she purred.
Benny couldn't answer. He fought the urge to throw her on the bed and kiss her witless. Slowly, she ran her hand up and down his length. A muscle twitched in his jaw. She watched him carefully as she tightened and loosened her grip on him. A purely masculine groan escaped from him, and Maureen smiled with pure satisfaction. She had dreamed of driving him insane with her touch.
With her other hand, she began unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each newly exposed patch of skin. The muscles in his chest tightened each time he felt her feather-light touch. She inflicted on him bittersweet torture. He shrugged the shirt off when the last button slid free.
The sight of his toned torso halted Maureen's ministrations. Benny seized the opportunity and lifted her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. She could feel the heat of him through her jeans. Her body shuddered with need. She framed his face with her hands and sought his mouth. She loved the drunken, heady feeling his kisses gave her.
Maureen felt the passion building within her, steadily taking over. She squirmed against him, forcing him to lose his balance. They tumbled onto the bed. Maureen found herself pinned beneath his weight, but she didn't feel threatened. Benny made her feel safe. The realization stunned her so deeply that she was barely aware of her jeans being pulled down her long, slim legs.
Warm breath caressed her already sensitized flesh. Maureen grew very still. He wouldn't. When she felt his wet tongue slide along her feminine core she knew the answer. He would and he was.
The sensations sweeping over her were almost too much to bear. Her hips lifted off the bed, seeking closer contact with Benny's mouth. He grabbed her hips to quell her restless movements. He continued to tease, and lick, and nibble at her swollen folds.
Maureen's mind splintered when he slipped his tongue inside her. She tossed her head from side to side, her breathing ragged and punctuated by groans of ecstasy.
"Ben-ny!" she pleaded brokenly.
With one final kiss, he rose to lie alongside her. He watched her chest rise and fall as she panted. His hand rested on her stomach.
"Don't stop now," she whispered.
His finger traced lazy circles on her skin. All of her nerve endings tingled. More than once his finger came dangerously close to her erogenous zones.
"Stop taunting me," she groaned in exasperation.
Benny laughed softly. "Easy, babe. It will be worth it. Trust me."
His big body eased over her, and he settled between her thighs. Maureen arched toward him, seeking a relief only he could give her.
"Ah, ah, ah," he scolded.
"To hell with this!" thought Maureen.
She kissed him hungrily. His hands began to massage her breasts.
"Oh, God!" she moaned against his lips.
Benny tortured her until she was practically bucking against him. Finally, he nudged her thighs wider with his knee and tilted her hips to meet his steady thrust. Maureen sucked in a huge breath as her inner muscles clenched around his fullness.
"It's about fucking time," she exhaled.
Benny couldn't help but laugh. "Amen."
He began to rock against her, occasionally altering the tempo and depth of his thrusts. It wasn't long before Maureen was moaning wildly. He reveled in the sound. Wave after wave of delicious sensation rippled through her. She clawed at his back desperately.
A fine sheen of sweat covered both of their bodies. Benny loved the sound of her heavy breathing in his ear. When Maureen reached her climax, she cried out his name. One final thrust and he was with her.
He collapsed on top of her warm, sated body with a groan. Maureen couldn't open her eyes for a long time. They lay in bed holding each other tightly. Eventually, Maureen's breath steadied enough for her to speak.
Benny grinned at her. "It was, wasn't it?
They lay for a long time just listening to the soft thudding of their hearts. Maureen couldn't help but wonder where their lives would go from here. Would Benny continue to be her lover or would he go back to keeping his distance? Only morning held the answer.