Read Desire (#4) for Free Online Page B

at him, as he unzipped his pants, freed his cock and slipped on a condom. His erection was massive. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside me.
    My hips bucked up to meet him as his erection plunged inside me.
    At the shock of him thrusting all the way in, I felt my insides tense and cried out.
    Benjamin started to move faster, driving into me again and again. His breathing was rough and raw next to my ear as I climaxed.
    He thrust hard and groaned as he came deep inside me.
    Afterwards he wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me close.
    “Is everything okay?” I asked him, noticing his furrowed brow.
    “Right now, everything is perfect,” he whispered against my neck, and his breath sent a tingling sensation over my skin.
    I shifted so I could look at him properly. I was sure something was bothering him.
    “Are you still worried about your security?” I asked.
    He frowned and pulled back from me a little. “No why?”
    He must be worried. Someone tried to run him off the road when we were in England, for goodness sake. That was enough to worry anyone.
    “Did you ever find out who else was involved in your crash in England?”
    He hadn’t brought the subject up since we returned, and I’d been so caught up in my sister’s arrival I’d been too preoccupied to question him earlier.
    He loosened his grip around me and moved over to lay on his back. “No,” he said.
    “Perhaps it was an accident,” I said, trailing my fingers along his chest, down his sculpted abs to his happy trail.
    “Perhaps,” he said.
    He grinned at me as my fingers travelled lower. “Don’t start anything you are not prepared to finish, Kate…”
    I licked my lips. “I wasn’t intending to leave anything unfinished,” I said, giving him my best seductive gaze.
    He moved suddenly, rolling over and pinning me on the bed beneath him. “You’re insatiable,” he said. Then covered my mouth with his, kissing me deeply.
    I was. When it came to Benjamin, I was completely and utterly insatiable.

9

    AS THE WEEKS PASSED and summer gave way to fall, life got better and better. Lauren was making fantastic progress in the garden. True to her word, she had hired extra muscle to do the hard digging, and now things were really starting to take shape.
    Tina was still in rehab. I spoke to her most days. It was a little awkward at first because I didn’t want her to think I was checking up on her, so I waited for her to ring me. She talked about renting an apartment and getting a job in Providence when she’d finished rehab.
    Mrs. Wicker managed to arrange a temporary contract for me at the Preservation Society, restoring some of the art work in the marvellous old mansions lining the cliffs of Newport.
    Life was pretty much perfect.
    Carter, the butler, still gave me the evil eye whenever I drove my big, red truck up the driveway, but there was nothing he could do about it.
    Benjamin had tried to convince me to let him buy a new vehicle, something a little more modern, but I refused. I enjoyed winding Carter up too much for that, and I loved my truck.
    To make Benjamin happy, I’d driven his Aston Martin Vanquish into town a few times, and I had to admit I enjoyed it, but for work, nothing beat my reliable, clapped out truck. I could hardly cart my paints and brushes around in Benjamin’s Aston Martin!
    Six weeks after we’d arrived back in England, I woke up at six am feeling awful. My stomach churned as I staggered out of bed.
    God.
    I had to get to the bathroom, quick.
    I closed the bathroom door behind me and made it to the toilet bowl just in time. As I retched over the white porcelain, I could hear Benjamin outside, demanding to know if I was okay.
    Dammit. I was throwing up. Did it sound like I was okay?
    He opened the door, and I tried to wave him away, mortified that he was seeing me like this.
    I walked over to the sink and rinsed out my mouth, splashed water on my face, then picked up a white, fluffy towel and buried my face in