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“Good night.”
As they returned to the car, Boomer peeked over his shoulder and caught the old man doing the same. He might be friendly toward them, but he was protective of Irina, and it showed. “I think your aunt has a boyfriend.”
“Huh? What are you talking about?”
He jerked his thumb toward the end of the drive. “Harry. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s got a thing for her.”
Kat glanced over her shoulder at the older man before climbing into the car. “Really? Well, good for them. She’s a sweet woman, and I always wondered why she never married.”
After shutting her door again, Boomer rounded the car and settled in the driver’s seat. “Maybe she never met the right guy until now.”
“Maybe.”
Kat was quiet as Benny drove back into town. Now that the stress from this morning was leaving her body, her mind was filled with everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Unfortunately, one irrelevant thing kept popping up. It was what she’d found on the bathroom floor this morning. The pink piece of paper from a memo pad must’ve fallen out of Benny’s pocket by accident. She knew it was his because it said “Ben” in his secretary’s neat handwriting. Apparently, Kat wasn’t the only one who didn’t use his nickname.
The message scrawled on the paper was what was bothering her as she replayed the words in her mind.
Tanya would like to play with you at the club tonight. Please call. 813-555-9438.
Kat had never asked him if he had a girlfriend, and she hadn’t heard anyone mention one, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t dating. And what did Tanya mean by “play with you”? Play what? Darts? Pool? And what club? Night club? Country club?
There were too many variables, but her mind kept flashing to the book she was currently reading—Leather & Lace. It was a romance novel, but the sex was not “vanilla,” a term used by book websites when the sex in the story was tame. By comparison, Leather & Lace was what they called erotica, and the sex involved BDSM—Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism. Kat loved to read, and while she didn’t fully understand “the lifestyle,” as it was called, the fictional books about the subject were fun. And hot. Holy shit, were they hot. Her vibrator tended to go through quite a few batteries when she was reading one of those novels.
It was the word “play” which was bugging her. It was used extensively in BDSM books, and those stories were usually set in clubs. Sex clubs. Didn’t the woman they’d met at the pharmacy yesterday mention a club? Could Benny be into something like that? And how did she feel about it? Kat didn’t know what to feel or think at this point. And she was too embarrassed to ask him about it. What if she was wrong? Oh God, what if she was right?
“Kat.”
She jumped at the sound of his deep, sexy voice. “Wh-what?”
Pointing at the large house they were parked next to, he said, “We’re here. You okay?”
“Um, yeah. Sorry.” She blushed. “My mind was elsewhere.”
“Yeah, it’s been a long day. Come on. Let’s get a room and climb into bed.”
Oh boy.
Chapter Eleven
While Benny was in the bathroom, Kat stood in their bedroom and stared at the king-sized bed. Due to some local couple getting married over the weekend, only one room was available at the B&B. It was a large room with a sitting area, and Benny had offered to sleep on the couch. But by the look in his eye when he said it, Kat knew the couch was not where he wanted to be. He wanted to be in the big bed . . . with her. Together. Naked. And if she was honest with herself, she wanted all that and more.
She recalled the kiss they’d shared in the motel before Jake had interrupted them. Kat hadn’t known which end was up or whether she had been coming or going. All she knew was she’d been lost and didn’t want to be found. Lost in Ben’s arms was where she always wanted to be, and, Lord help her, she wanted more. She’d longed to rip off his shirt and explore the hard chest her breasts had been crushed against. His cock had been stiff against her abdomen, and she’d wanted to climb his body and wrap her legs around his hips so he’d have been lined up with her pussy.
Recalling the delicious moment had her wet with desire. She might be inexperienced, but there were things the human body knew instinctively. And her body wanted to mate. Here. Now. With the one man she’d been waiting for all these years.
The toilet flushed, and she jumped. Hurrying, she pulled the covers back and climbed into the bed. She’d only brought one of her duffel bags with them, so she was wearing the T-shirt and shorts she’d worn to bed last night. They weren’t exactly sexy, but hopefully, she wouldn’t be wearing them long. Losing her virginity while people were trying to kidnap her was not how she wanted it to happen. But she did want it to happen with this man. The man she’d been waiting for since she was seventeen.
Taking a deep breath, Kat pulled back the covers on the other side of the bed in a blatant invitation for Benny to join her. And waited. God, she was so nervous. What if he turned her down? What if she did something wrong? He would know instantly she wasn’t experienced, wouldn’t he? Would it turn him off?
The bathroom door swung open, and Kat’s eyes flashed to Benny’s as he strode into the room. She knew when the pulled-back covers registered in his brain because he froze and raised his eyebrow at her. She gushed, “There’s no, uh . . . no reason for you to sleep on the couch . . . I mean, we’re adults, right? And, I . . .”
Her words trailed off, and Benny smiled at her nervousness. She was sitting on the side of the bed closest to him, and he stalked over and then sat down beside her, crowding her a little. Her heart began to pound in her chest as her eyes dropped from his intense stare. “If I share this bed with you, Kitten, sleep will be the last thing on my mind. I want you. I want to be on top of you, under you, behind you, and in you. If it’s not what you want, too, then say the word, and I’ll sleep on the couch.” He glanced over at the offensive piece of furniture. “No matter how much it pains me to do so.”
Wetness coated Kat’s panties, and she was close to coming from his sexy voice alone. Her hands twisted together in her lap. “I want . . . I want you to sleep with me . . . I mean, not sleep-sleep, but . . .”
*****
Boomer chuckled and covered her trembling lips with his fingers. “I know what you meant, Kitten. Damn, you’re beautiful when you blush. Just like back in high school.”
