...She let out a soft sigh as he obliged her. His other hand tightened around the pillow.
He let his hand drop. She turned around, biting her lip as she looked him over. “Thanks sweetie.”
“No problem.” His voice was strained. After years of training himself not to betray any emotion, this svelte redhead had blown past his defences as if they were nothing.
“Is something wrong?” Her hand reached out and caressed his cheek. He forced back a shudder.
Before he could answer, the ring of the phone sounded. He fumbled to flip his cell phone open.
“What?” he asked impatiently, practically growling at whoever it was on the other end of the line.
“Easy there big guy. No need to bite my head off.”
The familiar voice caused Ben to suppress a gulp, “What do you want Ken?” Her brother was the last person he wanted to talk to right now, not when she was so damned close and he was in danger of losing control, at risk of letting it slip about what they were doing right now.
“Just wanted to see if you were doing anything later tonight.”
Ben’s voice caught in his throat as Gwen moved closer to him. Her warmth was almost unbearable. His fingers were itching by now. He only tightened his hold on the small phone as Ken repeated his question.
“Huh? Uh, yeah I think I am.” Ben felt a...