Free Her Hard to Resist Husband by Tina Beckett

her onto his left knee.
    “Sorry,” he murmured. “There’s nowhere else to sit.”
    She nodded. “I’m sorry about what I said earlier. About you sending the military after me.”
    “Don’t worry about it. You were upset.”
    She blinked. He’d just given her absolution. Whether it was for sins of the past or sins of the present was immaterial right now—not when the blood was thickening in her veins, the air around her turning crystal clear with secret knowledge.
    The sudden sound of his breath being let out and the way his arm tightened around her back were her undoing. All she could think about was that she owed him a huge “thank you.” Before she could stop herself, she looped her arms around his neck and leaned forward to kiss him.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    H ER LIPS GRAZED his cheek.
    Ben wasn’t at all sure how it happened. First she was apologizing then her mouth was on his skin. The instant it happened, something from the past surged inside him, and he brushed aside the gesture in favor of something a little more personal. If she was going to kiss him, he was going to make damned sure it counted. Using his free hand to cup her head, he eased her round until she faced him.
    He stared at her for a long moment, taking in the parted lips, glittering eyes…an expression he knew all too well. He lowered his head, an inner shout of exultation going off in his skull when she didn’t flinch away but met him halfway.
    Their lips connected, and it was as if a match had been struck in the presence of gasoline fumes. They both went up in flames.
    A low moan slid between them. One that most certainly hadn’t come from him. Taking that as a signal to continue, his fingers lifted and tunneled deep into her hair, the damp moisture of her scalp feeling cool against his overheated skin.
    Ignoring the microscope and slides, he shifted her legs sideways until they rested between his, without breaking contact with her mouth for even a second.
    The change in position pressed her thigh against his already tightening flesh, which was pure torture—made him want to push back to increase the contact. He forced himself to remain still instead, although it just about killed him. It had been four years since he’d held this woman in his arms, and he wasn’t about to blow it by doing anything that would have her leaping from his lap in a panic. Realistically, he knew they weren’t going to have sex behind the house of an ill woman, but he could take a minute or two to drink his fill of her.
    Only, he’d never really get his fill. Would always want more than she was willing to give.
    He licked along the seam of her mouth, asking for permission. She granted it without a word, opening to him. He went deep, his hand tightening in her hair as he tipped her head sideways seeking to find the best angle possible. She wiggled closer, taking him almost to the brink before he got himself back under control.
    He gave a hard swallow. Slow.
    Exploring the heat and warmth he found between her lips, he tried to rememorize everything and realized he didn’t need to. Because he’d forgotten nothing. Not the taste of her, not the shivers he could wring from her by using his teeth in addition to his tongue.
    And when he could no longer contain his low groan, her fingers came up and tangled in his hair. He could feel the battle going on within her and fought against his own need to control the situation, letting her lead instead.
    Unfortunately, she took that as a signal to pull back, her breath coming in husky snatches of sound that he found erotic beyond belief.
    She took a couple more quick gulps before attempting to talk.
    “Ben,” she whispered, her mouth still against his. “What are we doing here?”
    In spite of himself, he smiled. “I thought that was fairly obvious.”
    “Mmm.” The hum of sound drove him crazy, just like it always had. “This is a mistake. You know it is.”
    “I know.” He bit her lower lip, sucking on the soft flesh