Good Deed Bad Deed, Marcia Morgan [summer beach reads TXT] 📗

along the way small wooden tables held object d’art and the occasional vase of roses.

He asked Ben for the key, unlocked the door, and ushered them inside before following with the bags. A generous tip sent him out of the room smiling. As was her habit, Ana focused on each detail as she walked around the room. The old hardwood floors were highly polished, and a massive, intricately carved dark wood armoire dominated the room. On a small round table, a basket filled with cheeses, snacks and a bottle of wine welcomed new guests. The half-vaulted ceiling was trimmed with wooden beams, and at the lowest angle was an attached canopy suspended over the large bed. French doors opened onto a tiny terrace from which could be seen a panoramic view of the rolling green landscape and seemingly bottomless gorge of the Guadalevín River.

The room was pristine to the tiniest detail and invited comfort and relaxation. However, relaxation was the last thing on Ben’s mind. As soon as the boy had closed the door, Ben locked the deadbolt. His eyes fixed on Ana, who was standing at the French doors looking at the view. He threw his wallet and sunglasses into a chair and softly called her name. She turned to face him, crossed her arms and cocked her head slightly. A sexy yet somehow self-conscious expression washed over her face. Ben’s thoughts since having left Pamplona were dominated by the realization that he was finally free to express what he felt. He hoped it was the same for Ana. Now there would be no circumstances or distractions forcing them to subdue that mutual ardor. Nothing could keep them apart.

Ben walked toward her and said, “I think it’s time to toss out that ‘unrequited lust rulebook’ and just let things happen. What do you think?”

“There couldn’t be a more perfect place to let things happen. I wonder what it will be like to be comfortable, warm and dry, and on an actual bed.”

Her comment brought a smile to Ben’s face and he opened his arms to her. She approached, and he held her tightly for a moment before letting a kiss convey his intentions. Ana returned his passion as the first kiss blended into another, then another, while he pulled her closer and closer to the bed. Ben turned away for a moment and in one motion yanked back the bedding. He pulled off his shirt, tossed it aside and unsnapped the top of his jeans. At the sight of him, her heart raced, and deep in the pit of her belly the pressure of arousal made its presence known. Ben’s arm slid down, his open hand against her lower back, bringing her firmly against him. His desire was evident and aroused her further.

Ben kissed her again and whispered, “Okay if I undress you?”

“Yes, but I could do it faster.”

Her seductive tone fed his sense of urgency. He backed away slightly and took her by the shoulders. “You should know that after all this waiting I’m likely to just ravish you.”

“Mmm… that sounds fine to me. I’m past waiting too.”

“But I can promise you long leisurely afternoons of making love and shutting out the world… at least for as long as you want me.”

“Seriously?” Ana said, admonishing him for the remark.

“Well, what I want is time to pleasure and memorize every inch of you.”

Ben’s words sent a shiver through her body. Ana kicked off her sandals and began to pull off her shirt. He stepped in to help by unfastening her jeans then sliding them down and off. When she was standing before him in only bra and panties, he told her to stop, that he wanted to remove the rest. Still looking directly into her eyes, he reached around and unhooked the bit of lace that clung to her breasts, letting it fall to the floor before quickly stripping off the panties; in his haste tearing them slightly. It was his first look at her nude, and she was everything he had imagined.

Ana climbed onto the bed, but stayed on her knees, legs slightly apart. She looked straight at him from under dark lashes, and with one finger she motioned him to join her. Ana’s eagerness and provocative expression grabbed Ben where he could feel it most. He climbed onto the bed, put his arms around her and eased her down onto the mattress. She felt the weight of his body against her chest as he once again began to devour her with demanding kisses. The moment yearned for was now a reality.

She noticed his hand sliding up her inner thigh and opened her legs slightly, inviting him to explore. Ben’s touch took her breath away. Ana adopted the rhythm of his movements until she was consumed by the pleasure. Without a word Ben climbed onto her and noticed the flush of pink on her cheeks and chest. This excited him further and he surrendered to his hunger, thrusting forward, entering her more forcefully than he could have predicted. Ana let out a gasp as the sensations washed over her. To Ben her body was inviting, intoxicating, and the sexiness of her sounds as he moved drove him to an explosive release. He collapsed between Ana’s legs, satisfied and spent.

Ana wrapped her thighs around his back and held on as tightly as she could. “Stay—don’t move. I love having you this close.”

He obeyed but said nothing, just continued to wait for his heart rate to slow and breath return to normal. The balcony’s French doors had been left slightly ajar, admitting a welcome cooling breeze. It was late afternoon, and muted streaks of sunlight cast a trail across the dark wood floor and onto the rumpled bed. Twilight was hours away, but if they stayed, eventually they would be cloaked in darkness, still listening to the faint sound of guitars coming from somewhere in the hotel. Ana finally had to shift under his weight, and he rolled to one