My Everything (6 page)

At that moment, he lifted her hips off the bed and pulled her to his mouth. He felt her tremors begin, and he slid his tongue inside her, excited by the silky feel of her, the tiny muscle contractions, the way she called his name.

Before her orgasm faded, he shifted her body and thrust his entire length into her in one smooth motion, rumbling low in his throat at the exquisite pleasure that was Grace. Ben closed his eyes, concentrating on the tremors he felt all along his thick cock.

If he didn’t concentrate on something, he’d lose control and come immediately. He had no intention of allowing that to happen.

He grasped her hips and held her still, pumping rhythmically in and out of her. Grace moaned, wiggling in his grip, as he pulled nearly all the way out then penetrated her slowly over and over again. He drove her to peak after peak of pleasure. At last, he wrapped one hand around her hair and pulled her head back.

“Look,” he gritted out, his voice hoarse, “Turn your head and look. Look at us. Watch me fuck you.”

Grace turned her
head as Ben ordered. Through half-closed eyes she saw a wall-to-wall mirror. She hadn’t noticed it before in the dim light. She could watch Ben behind her. His right hand held her bottom; his left was twisted in her hair. He was the same man he was ten years ago, a little thinner, more chiseled, harder. His cheekbones were shadowed, his eyes blazed beneath dark brows, and she watched him plunge his big cock in and out of her. He glistened with her moisture. Their eyes met in the mirror. That was all Grace needed.

“Oh my God…” She shattered.

Ben groaned and called her name, pumping into her harder and faster than before. He grabbed her buttocks and pressed deep within her. Grace felt him grow even thicker right before he exploded, and the strength of his orgasm left her reeling. Panting, he leaned over her back and laid his cheek against her shoulder. Grace closed her eyes.

For a few seemingly endless moments, her brain remained perfectly still. Ben had emptied it of all thought. He still lay over her, his chest pressed against her back, his cheek resting on her shoulder, his cock still buried deep inside her.

Gradually Grace became aware something was off. Something was very wrong. Behind her, Ben shook. He made no sound, but somehow Grace knew he was weeping. When he withdrew from her at last, she flipped over into a sitting position and stared at him. She was stunned and confused by what she saw. Silent tears squeezed from between Ben’s closed eyelids and slid down his cheeks.

Without hesitation, Grace reached for him and drew him to her. She leaned back on the bed, holding onto him tightly, her gentle hands caressing his shoulders, his neck, smoothing his hair.

“It’s all right,” Grace murmured. “Ben, it’s all right. I’m here. I’m with you now.”

A corner of
Ben’s mind was amused at the irony of the situation. He was a security specialist trained to protect vulnerable targets. He was also prepared to kill when necessary. Yet here he was, crumbling to pieces in the arms of a woman he hadn’t seen in ten years; a woman who knew absolutely nothing about him, what he did or used to do, and who had no idea in hell why there were tears on his cheeks.

He pulled her arms away and leaned back just far enough to look up at her. “I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Don’t apologize,” said Grace. She gazed at him, an odd expression on her face. “Who was she?”

Ben thought he’d be rendered speechless at the blunt question, but he answered before he could stop himself.

“She was my wife, Julie. She died two years ago in a car bombing in Jakarta.”

Grace pulled him close and stroked his hair, curling the long strands around her finger. “How did it happen?”

Her touch soothed him. Ben felt his tight muscles relax as he considered whether or not to answer her question.

“I was on assignment there, at the embassy. We were upgrading security. I figured I’d only be there a couple of months, tops. I urged Julie to stay home. She was five months pregnant. But the ambassador was married to her college roommate, and she insisted upon coming with me. I should have said no. I should have stopped her. But the honest truth is I didn’t want to be away from her for a week, let alone two months. So I brought her with me. I thought I could handle everything, Grace, that I had it all under control. I thought I could keep her safe.”

Grace rubbed his neck. “You can’t control everything Ben,” she said. “Some things are beyond our control.”

“Not in my line of work,” he replied. “Nothing can be out of control in my line of work. That’s my job, to consider all the variables, to recognize the risks. I failed to recognize the risks.” He tucked his arm around Grace’s waist. “Security had always been provided by U.S. Marines and well-screened locals. But there had been some minor breaches and some suspicious activity. The government felt the threats were credible enough that they wanted security ramped up. That was my job. The day it happened the ambassador left his private compound for a meeting at the Ministry of Finance. I was in charge of security for his motorcade. At the last minute, I made him change vehicles.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know why, a feeling, a hunch. I isolated the other limo, posted guards around it and left an order with the Marine sergeant that no one was to go near it until I returned and we could inspect it. He passed on the order and set up barricades before he went off duty. Unfortunately, the man he passed the order on to, the local security agent, was also the man who had sabotaged the vehicle in the first place.”

Grace listened to his story without comment.

“Two hours after I left with the ambassador, Julie and Kate, the ambassador’s wife, came out with their driver and two bodyguards. Kate had received a request to visit a local girls school and she invited Julie to go with her. The security agent in charge, along with his co-conspirators, had removed the barricades. One of the groundskeepers reported to me later that the bastard even held the door for my wife and helped her into the car. The minute the car pulled up to the gate, he blew it with a remote. Julie and Kate, the bodyguards, and the driver were killed instantly. The four Marines guarding the gate were seriously wounded. In the chaos following the explosion, the man responsible and his friends disappeared. The ambassador received the call during his meeting. That’s how I learned my wife and my unborn child were dead.”

“I’m sorry,” said Grace.

“Thank you,” Ben replied.

“Did you kill him?”

“Did I kill him?” Ben was incredulous. “You’re really asking if I killed the man responsible for the death of my pregnant wife? Do you want the answer?”

“Yes,” said Grace. “If I were you, I would have hunted him down and killed him.”

Ben snorted. “Yes, I killed him.”

“Good. I’m glad you killed him,” she said without hesitation. “Do you still work for the government?”

“I don’t work for the government.”

Grace blinked at him. “Then why do you have a gun under your pillow?”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “How do you know I have a gun under my pillow?”

“Um, because when I was, uh, coming, I guess I reached for the pillow, and I felt it.”

Ben’s mouth began to twitch, and he found himself grinning. A second later he was laughing out loud. He tackled Grace and rolled her beneath him.

“When you were, uh, coming, huh?” He grinned.

“Yes,” Grace answered, with a grin of her own as she reached up and wiped the remaining moisture from his cheeks.

“Do you care that there’s a gun under the pillow?” he asked, pressing his suddenly swollen cock against her thigh.

“Not particularly,” she replied.

“Then spread your legs and let me in.”

Grace felt her
entire body grow hot at his words. She didn’t hesitate. The raw sensuality, the arousal, the sexual tension she heard in Ben’s voice brought her close to a climax even before his first thrust. She let out an involuntary gasp when his mouth descended upon hers. He kissed her hard, as if claiming her.

A kiss is always more intimate than a fuck.

“I fell in lust with you ten years ago, Grace,” Ben said as he plunged in and out of her, his movements slow and deliberate. “But I won’t make any promises now.” He stilled his body. “Other than to make you, uh, come again.”

Grace laughed. She felt ten years melt away. This was her Ben. Despite the tragedy he’d experienced, he had survived. It gave her hope that maybe she had, too. She wrapped her legs around his waist and grabbed his firm buttocks, pulling him in further, rubbing herself along his cock as he moved. Her breath came in pants. Ben began a low rumble in his throat, and at the sound, Grace lost control. As she climaxed, he leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. He bit down lightly, sucking, increasing her pleasure immeasurably.

With a toss of her head, she cried out, begging him to stop. The sensations were simply too powerful.

Ben did stop
then but only for a moment. He loosed her nipple and said, “My turn.”

He began to pump into her, in a rhythm designed for his pleasure. He didn’t worry about his performance. He didn’t worry about her response. All he wanted was Grace, inside and out. The wet, silky feel of her drove him wild. She was tight and sweet inside, and her skin was pure cream outside.

He kept his eyes open and focused on her face. She looked beautiful in ecstasy. Her lips were plump and swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were closed, and long lashes shadowed her cheeks. Her hair was a tangled mass of curls, falling across her forehead and over one breast. He quickly brushed the curls aside. He wanted those delicious nipples exposed so he could watch them peak over and over again as she came.

As Ben felt his own climax approach, he licked her lips. She parted them for him, and he thrust his tongue inside, matching the rhythm of his cock. Grace sucked on it, her response pushing him to the brink.

Ben was a big man, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He tried to be easy with her, but she pulled him in deeper, her hands squeezed his buttocks, and he gave in to her demands. He came hard, calling her name.

With a deep groan, Ben fell to one side of her, stunned. Every voice in his head was silent, except for one that repeated a single word, “Grace,” over and over again.