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backward, then another, leaving
him breathing hard and looking like a wild animal standing in the middle of his
bedroom. She slipped her belt open and dropped it, unwrapped her dress and let
it drift to the floor, backing toward the bed slowly as she did.
    He groaned her name and tucked his thumbs into the waist of
both his pants and his underwear. She reached behind her back and unhooked the
clasp of her bra, then tossed it aside. He shoved his way out of the rest of
his clothes and started toward her slowly. She stopped moving when the edge of
the bed touched her calves, pushed her underpants to her knees and then sat to
remove them the rest of the way.
    When he was close she crawled backward to the middle of the
bed. He followed, crawling on hands and knees over her without touching her
anywhere. She didn’t need him to. She wanted nothing more than his body
pressing hers to the comforter, his cock filling her to bursting and his
mouth—her lifeline.
    He kissed her in long, delicious tastes, sucking one lip and
then the other, dipping his tongue in her mouth and then lightly pulling on
hers when she responded. He balanced his weight on his arms over her and
settled his hips between her thighs.
    She had to turn her head and catch her breath when he pushed
all the way inside her in one long stroke, not stopping or slowing down until
he was buried to the hilt.
    “God yes,” she heard herself whisper as a white-hot electric
thrill scorched her.
    “You are all mine, Rachel Marsh.” He spoke against the side
of her face as he thrust again. “Look at me.” He rolled his hips. Her back
wanted to arch but she was pinned to the mattress from ass to shoulders by his
body. “Rachel, look at me, baby.”
    It took so long for her to force her eyes open.
    “I see you, Ben,” she managed to say. “I see nothing but
you.”
    She barely stopped the words I love you from slipping off
the end of her tongue, but they were there. And she meant them. Every letter of
them.
    “This is how crazy feels.” He pulled back slowly. “Can you
feel it?”
    She expected him to slam into her, even braced herself for
it, shaking with eager anticipation, but he rocked back into her as though he
had all the time in the world.
    “I feel you, Ben.” She slid the sole of one foot down the
back of his leg and wrapped her other leg around his waist. “I feel nothing but
you.”
    He kissed her in another long, unhurried taste as the
movement of his hips took on more of a rhythm. A very slow, very erotic rhythm.
    As hard as it had been to open her eyes after that initial
rush of their bodies joining, now she couldn’t look away. He didn’t close his
eyes when they kissed, but neither did she. For the moment nothing else existed
but her and Ben and the way their bodies fit together. Ben and the way he
stoked the fire within her slowly, drawing out the moment one delicious thrust
at a time, the heat from his own body pouring into her.
    Ben and the impossible, dangerous amount of love she felt
for him.

Chapter Ten
     
    “Good, you’re here.” Ben closed the door and stepped farther
into his dad’s huge office. “Do you have some time for me?”
    “Hey, kid.” His dad took his reading glasses off, folded
them and set them aside. “I have to dictate a couple of charts, then I’m
finished for the day. What’s up?”
    Ben tucked his hands in his pants pockets. “I need to talk
to you about working at the Chicago office instead of Homewood.”
    His dad laced his fingers together on his desk top and
looked at him expectantly.
    “This is about Rachel Marsh.”
    There was a pause. “What about her?”
    “I’m dating her.” He’d thought confessing his relationship
with Rachel to his boss, his strongest supporter and his dad, was going to be
difficult, but he felt nothing but calm. “I wasn’t being completely honest when
I told you we were friends in college. You need to know that I started seeing
her a few days before her first interview.