Souvenirs by Mia Kay

closed her eyes, a sensual smile on her lips, as he pulled out, only to fill her again. This time the tremors were his, and he lifted her hips as he kept his pace slow.
    “ Please, Ben . Sweet . . . heart, please.”
    Her broken plea snapped his control. He thrust and retreated, her body surging to meet him. Again. Again. Faster, then slower. Her legs tightened around him and her nails scored his skin as she urged him on. With a growl, he stroked as deeply as possible. Her body arched to his, and refused to let him go. As her cries of pleasure filled his ears, he was vaguely aware of his hoarse gasps echoing in the room.
    He rubbed his hands over Grace’s sweat soaked skin, memorizing her muscles and how they flexed in the light.
    She kissed him then, hard and hungry, tangling her fingers in his hair and holding him close, shuddering. Her muscles clenched around him, increasing the friction, and Ben grew wild. Vaguely aware of the crash of the headboard against the wall, the buckle of the mattress, he surged inside her, driving deeper until he found his release.
    Ben rested his forehead against hers as his heart pounded in his ears and his breath heaved through his lungs. Grace quivered beneath him. Worried he might crush her, he eased away.
    Her legs tightened around his hips, restraining him. “Don’t.”
    “I must be heavy.”
    “I like it.”
    He propped on one elbow and stared into her dilated gaze and shy, tired smile. A dangerous emotion squeezed his heart, delighting him and terrifying him at the same time. He felt better when her hand shook against his back.
    “Let me get a quick shower,” she whispered. Leaving the bed, she didn’t reach for her gown. Her hair swished against her bare shoulder blades with every sway of her hips. His pleasure deepened as she braced her hand on the wall to steady herself and combed a hand through the tangles at the crown of her head.
    When the shower started, he found the dustbin across the room, disposed of the condom, and turned, surprised to see the bathroom dark despite the open door. Curiosity pulled him forward.
    The light from the room spilled through the door and against the sheer curtain, casting her into shadow. She ran her fingers down her arms, then sluiced water from her face, before rubbing her neck.
    He stepped halfway into the shower and waited for her to scold him. When she didn’t, he joined her.
    “Do you always shower in the dark?” Ben murmured as he slid his hands to her waist. Warm water streamed down his fingers while cooler drips splashed from her body to his.
    She relaxed against him the way she had yesterday in Vienna. Had it only been yesterday? Standing in the rain, he’d imagined what she’d look like with water glistening on her naked skin. Had he known, they’d still be in the woods outside the palace.
    “If it’s late, yes. The light wakes me.”
    “Have a lot of late nights, do you?” He brushed his lips along the curve of her shoulder. She’d tied her hair up to keep it dry, giving him all sorts of new skin to explore.
    “Umm, not like this.” She gasped the last word as he tasted skin at the top of her spine. “I can feel you smiling, you know.”
    “If that’s all you can feel, I’m worried.”
    He kept her against him while he ran his hands down her lather-slick skin, tracing over her thighs, along her hips, across her stomach, up to her breasts.
    “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
    Her gentle laugh shook her against him. “It’s dark, Ben.”
    She closed her hand over his renewing erection. Soapsuds and warm water intensified the intimate massage until his hoarse groans were louder than the shower. Her nipples pebbled against his fingers, tempting him to taste the sweet skin. Grace’s grip tightened, and he thrust into her hand.
    He reached around her and shut off the spray. Cool air shivered over his wet flesh.
    When she turned and groped for a towel, he pushed her against the granite wall and