Flawlessly Executed (Dark Horse Guardians Book 3) by Ava Armstrong

then, I think the subject is closed. I won’t ask again.” She examined his handsome face now filled with angst. She was painfully aware that this conversation had not been easy for him. His occupation was not usually a subject of discussion. She knew he put his work away in a box, as he said, when he was with her living his so-called normal life. Knowing she put him through such torment gave her a pang of sympathy for him.
    The man sitting before her was selfless, so much so he ignored his own personal safety and gave up his own comforts and desires. Her eyes searched his and she touched his hand.
    “I get it, Ben, and I love you. No, it’s more than love. I admire and respect you. I’m sorry I’m so selfish. I want you for myself. And I miss you terribly when you are gone. Since we met, it’s like I can’t breathe without you.”
     
    ~ Ben ~
    The moment she touched his hand and said she wanted him, he leapt out of the chair. He wanted nothing more than to hold her in his arms. He moved to her side and she rose; he enfolded her in a snug embrace that nearly brought him to tears. The words raced through his mind, she admired and respected him. She understood . It was difficult for him to speak about what happened to him on the job. But she loved him in spite of his obsession with his crazy dangerous profession.
    His lips found the ticklish spot beneath her ear and he nibbled her neck gently at first. He felt her hands moving over him, unbuttoning his shirt. He brought his eager mouth to hers French kissing her and tasting the maple syrup from breakfast lingering on her lips. Although he had made love to her earlier, he wanted her more than ever at this moment.
    It was as if she told him he was hers forever. There was an eternal bond of understanding between them and he wanted the feeling to continue. It wasn’t even Noon yet and he couldn’t wait to make love to her again. This time, it would be slow and gentle the way she liked it. He took the lead and removed her shirt, then slipped her running pants off revealing the soft and sultry beauty that was Lara. She pulled him closer and he slipped his running pants off. Her hands moved expertly as if she could read his mind. She touched him and he was instantly ready.
    The dappled mid-day sun fell through the window upon her naked form as he carried her to the sofa. Lara was a feast for his eyes and he felt as if he was about to savor the most delicious banquet. She looked up at him and whispered, “I love you, Ben.” Hovering above her on the sofa, he French kissed her for what seemed like forever. Running through his mind was the thought that never ceased to amaze him, she wants me . Excitement mixed with appreciation as he slowly moved his mouth from her full lips to her delicate neck; he paused to inhale the warm vanilla scent that drove him wild. She could have had anyone, but she chose me . Her words lingered in his mind: She respects and admires me. Like a wave of warmth, an intense feeling that could only be described as love swept over him.
    Lara’s hands were touching him, exciting him too quickly. He removed her hand for a moment as his breathing became less erratic and slowly kissed her fingertips. “You are so good, darlin,” he smiled. There was eagerness in her eyes. She wanted him . But he continued on the slow course of action. His hands slid between her thighs feeling her silky smooth skin against his rough calloused hand. Her hand guided his and he was thrilled she felt relaxed enough to show him what she wanted. He felt her breath quicken. How he appreciated making love in the daytime. He took his time observing her reaction to every subtle touch. The sexy look she gave him from half-closed eyes said everything.
    “Yes, do it…” she whispered. He felt her fingers buried in his hair and her breathing became irregular. “Yes, Ben, yes.” He moved her thighs apart and spent a long time indulging his beautiful wife with whatever her heart