The One Who Got Away by Jo Leigh Page B

when she wasn’t the one calling the shots, but not with Ben. Not Ben.
    â€œOh, God,” he whispered, just before he licked the expanse of flesh just above her lace panties.
    She nodded. Oh, God indeed. The thought of where he was going, what he was going to lick next, made her dizzy and a little faint. She was no Southern Belle, all swoony over being touched, but this was to“touching” like “Mary Had A Little Lamb” was to Mozart’s Requiem.
    Ben touched her thigh, and she realized her shorts had dropped. He used both hands, very gently and very lightly to run between her knees and the bottom of her panties. “You taste like sweet cream,” he whispered.
    She put her hands on his head, ran her fingers through his dark hair. “Stand up. Please.”
    He looked up at her and smiled. “Not yet.”
    â€œBut I want…”
    He got up from his knees, kissed her hard. Let his body lean against her and she felt his erection through his soft jeans.
    When he finally pulled back, he stared at her for a long moment. “Why did we wait so long?”
    She laughed. “We just got here last night.”
    â€œTen years,” he said. “I missed too much.”
    Her hand went to his face where she traced his remarkable cheekbones with her fingers. “I’m here now.”
    â€œAmazing.”
    â€œDo you want to know a secret?”
    He nodded.
    â€œI planned to seduce you. The moment I heard you were going to be Steve’s best man.”
    â€œReally?”
    She nodded. “I never forgot that weekend, either.”
    His grin turned rueful. “I’m not as young.”
    â€œI’m not, either.”
    â€œIt’s not the same.”
    â€œOh, please. You’re not over the hill yet.” She lether hand fall between them. “And it’s clear you aren’t having any…problems.”
    â€œNo, no problems. I just don’t have the same stamina.”
    She kissed his lips, ran her tongue along the crease. “Are you sure?”
    â€œPretty sure. But I’d be delighted to be wrong.”
    â€œI think it’s time I wasn’t the only one undressed.”
    â€œYou’re not undressed.”
    She kicked her shorts toward the bed. “Almost.”
    â€œAlmost only counts in horseshoes.”
    â€œAnd nakedness.” She reached for his top button and undid it.
    He covered her hand while he shook his head. “Nope, not yet. I want to see you, first.”
    â€œThat’s not fair.”
    â€œSure it is. Next time, you can undress me, and stare all you like.”
    â€œNext time?”
    â€œYou don’t think I’m going to let the rest of this week go by without taking full advantage of the situation, do you?”
    â€œWe have work to do, don’t forget.”
    He nodded. “I haven’t forgotten. But there’ll be time for both.”
    â€œOh?”
    â€œAbsolutely. I mean, Steve and Lisa have to sleep sometimes.”
    â€œMaybe that’s something we need to stop.”
    â€œSleeping?”
    â€œIt’s not the sleeping part I’m concerned about.”
    â€œAh, you mean the sex.”
    â€œExactly. Maybe that’s why Steve wants to marry her.”
    â€œYou think she’s that special?”
    She shrugged. “I’m completely bewildered by men’s taste in women, and even more flummoxed by what they find sexy.”
    Ben cupped her breast, rubbed his finger over her encased nipple. “It’s not very complex. We men are simple creatures. Food, drink, a soft body between the sheets.”
    â€œThat’s it, huh? Any soft body will do?”
    â€œOh, no. Not at all. And here I’ll stop speaking for all men, and just speak for myself. If I don’t find something intriguing up here,” he touched her temple, “then I’m not interested in what’s down here.” His fingers moved from her head to the