4 BEN SLOWLY RELEASED HER when every instinct he possessed screamed for him to hold on to her and never let her go. To strip her naked, then stretch her ripe body out on the rug beneath their feet and pump into her until every last bit of energy he possessed was gone, given to her. And he would…but not right now. She wasn’t the only one who was going to have to be patient. He’d waited this long, dammit. A few more days—a week at the most—wouldn’t kill him. He smothered a laugh. It might drive him crazy, but death was hardly imminent. In the meantime, there were some ground rules he felt they needed to cover. Ben slid a hand down her arm, laced his fingers through hers then tugged her back toward the couch. “Before this goes any further, I want to lay out a few ground rules. Do you have any objections?” Her plump bottom lip still swollen from his kiss, April shot him a look. “Depends on the rules,” she said warily, her clear green eyes suddenly guarded. He tried not to laugh.
