Part 8 (2/2)

Ben beats me to it. He cuts the engine and gets out, rus.h.i.+ng around to get the door for me. He takes my hand and slowly laces our fingers.

”Do you want to come inside?” I ask. ”I have wine.”

He pulls me to him and my body crushes against his. The heat is back between my legs and my body longs to feel more. ”Yeah, I want to come inside.”

”Good,” I blurt.

He chuckles. ”You sound surprised.”

”No, I'm not, I'm just, uh, uh, glad because I want you to come in too in case, uh, in case you want to, and we, uh, can play games or something,” I stammer and my cheeks are suddenly as hot as my lady bits.

But not in a good way.

Thank the f.u.c.king lord it's too dark out here to see the blus.h.i.+ng. I need to learn to stop talking. Seriously. I say the dumbest things when I'm nervous. Ben's fingers inch along my back, until the tips are just under the waist of my jeans.

”I'd like to play games with you,” he tells me, voice deep and commanding. My head goes up on its own accord, and his lips are just inches from mine. He moves a hand up, cupping my cheek, then brings me to him as he parts his lips.

I'm suddenly nervous and forget how to kiss. Do I close my eyes? Open my mouth now or later? And my hands? What the f.u.c.k do I do with my hands?

His soft, full lips crash against mine and everything falls into place.

I hold onto his waist, sliding my hands up his back. His tongue opens my mouth and slips inside, causing my knees to weaken as I hold tighter to him. The kiss intensifies and he pushes me against the car before finally breaking away, tipping his head so his lips brush against my ear.

”You have no idea how much I've wanted to f.u.c.k you all night,” he whispers.

For once, I don't speak, don't say something to kill the mood. I put my hands on his face, turn his head back to mine, and kiss him again. I take his hand and lead him to the house, desperately feeling around in my oversized bag for my house keys.

Bugs swarm around the porch light. I swat them away and finally get the d.a.m.n key. My hands are trembling as I push it into the lock. I turn the key, madly opening the door. We step inside and I throw my purse onto the ground. Ser Pounce hisses at Ben from the couch.

That's right. Be jealous. Someone else is sleeping in my bed tonight. Maybe. Probably? We'll end up in bed, I'm sure. But I don't think much sleeping is going to happen.

The heat of the moment has cooled down a bit. I swallow, take my shoes off, and look at Ben with wide eyes, not sure what to do now. He steps out of his shoes and reaches for me, hands sliding around my waist and under my s.h.i.+rt.

My heart lurches in my chest. He draws me in until my b.r.e.a.s.t.s smash into his firm chest. He's looking right into my eyes, confident, calm, so d.a.m.n sure of himself and what he's going to do next.

He brushes my hair back and kisses me softly, pulling back and moving his lips to my neck. A s.h.i.+ver runs through me, and I'm so f.u.c.king wet. I want him now. Like now now.

My breath leaves me and he takes a step forward, and now I'm pressed between Ben's body and the wall. In the heels, I'm close to his height. Without them, I can feel his c.o.c.k harden against my stomach.

He breaks away and rests his forehead against mine. ”Want that gla.s.s of wine?” he asks.

I want a tall gla.s.s of you.

I nod, but don't move. Ben is still holding me against the wall, after all. ”If you do,” I pant. He grinds his hips into mine and sucks at the skin on my neck. I run my hands through his hair and gasp when his teeth clip me.

f.u.c.k the wine. Actually, f.u.c.k Ben. That's what I want to do. I want to f.u.c.k him. My hands drop to his waist and I'm untucking his s.h.i.+rt from his pants without really knowing what I'm doing. His mouth is on mine again and his hands go from my waist to my b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

I unbuckle his belt next and pull it through the loops, letting it fall to the floor. My hand finds its way to his thigh and runs up it, feeling his erection through his pants. His tongue pushes into mine and he can't kiss me hard enough. I move my hands up to his chest and give him a gentle shove. He takes a step back, not letting me go, and stumbles over our discarded shoes. We take another step back then pause to grope each other.

”Wine?” I say between kisses.

”Later,” he growls. ”I f.u.c.king want you.”

Holy s.h.i.+t. ”Okay,” I say and am too swept up in the moment to get embarra.s.sed. I take his hand and turn, leading him into my room. As soon as I'm through the door, Ben's arms wrap around my waist. He lifts me up, and my legs go around him. He takes a few steps to the bed then tosses me down and advances, pinning me to the mattress with his body.

I'm so hot for him I can hardly stand it. He kisses me, slowly trailing his mouth down my neck, kissing my collarbone. He sits up just enough to grab the hem of my top. I push up and hold my arms above my head. He pulls it off and lets it drop on the floor next to us.

He looks at me, and all I can think is how I ate too much at dinner. Booze makes me bloat. These pants are too tight along my waist and my pus.h.i.+n' for the cus.h.i.+n' spills out too much. I should have worn the mother-effing Spanx.

He lets out a moan. ”f.u.c.k, you're beautiful.”

I'm so glad I don't have the stupid Spanx on. It's awkward to take them off, anyway.

”You really think so?” I blurt and he nods. ”Tell me again.”

His eyes glimmer and I realize he thinks I'm attempting to dirty talk and dominate, not seeking rea.s.surance.

Desire burns in his eyes, and he looks at me like I'm the most beautiful woman in the world. ”You're a f.u.c.king knock-out.” He buries his head between my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, sucking and kissing. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with one hand, faster than I can unhook it myself and I wear the d.a.m.n thing every day. Well, nearly every day.

I roll the straps down my arms. Ben moves it out of the way, grinding his c.o.c.k into me as he gazes at my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He groans and dives down, taking one in his mouth, tongue circling my erect nipple. I toss my head back and rake my fingers through his hair. I've never gotten off on nipple stimulation. Really, it did nothing for me.

Until now.

My whole body is alive, humming with pleasure of what's to come. It's going to be f.u.c.king epic, I know it.

I don't even realize he's unb.u.t.toned my jeans until he starts to pull them down. I lift my hips to allow them to come free, bending my knees and pulling my legs out. The jeans join my s.h.i.+rt and bra on the floor.

I'm laying here in just dark-purple panties, and Ben is fully clothed. This isn't right. I put my hands on the side of his face and gently push him off of me.

”Something's wrong,” I say.

Is that disappointment that flashes through his eyes? ”What's wrong?”

”You still have your clothes on.”

The disappointment quickly transforms into l.u.s.t, and he gives me that grin, the famous grin I'm now forever going to a.s.sociate as the ”I'm going to f.u.c.k your brains out and make it impossible for you to walk in the morning” grin. He sits up and unb.u.t.tons his s.h.i.+rt. I watch like he's my own personal Magic Mike warming up before a show. Slowly, he peels his s.h.i.+rt back.

Holy s.e.x on a stick.

Black tattoos cross his chest, going over his shoulders and down his biceps. It's too dark to discern exactly what they are, but I'm able to make out a skull and a few j.a.panese characters. He's muscular, with abs I'd lick chocolate-f.u.c.k, I'd even lick ranch dressing off those babies-and biceps too big for me to come close to wrapping my hands around.

My heart is pounding, blood rus.h.i.+ng through me. I've never wanted anyone so badly before in my life. I lick my lips and unb.u.t.ton his pants. The force of his erection pushes the zipper down, and the tip of his d.i.c.k is sticking out the top of his black boxers. It's glistening and wet and abso-f.u.c.king-lutely perfect. The only thing that could make it better is it being inside me.

He's back on me, putting himself between my spread legs, kissing me like I'm the last woman on earth and his life depends on it. I'm so hot, so wound up that I feel like I might come just from him brus.h.i.+ng against my c.l.i.t through my panties.

He moves slightly to the side and hooks my leg over his, holding onto my thigh. We kiss for another moment and then he breaks away, moving down. His lips trail from my neck to my stomach. Holy f.u.c.king lord. He's going to- I cry out when his fingers sweep against me. The muscles in my thighs tighten when he pulls the panties off. I twist the comforter in my hands, opening my eyes to watch him go to town.

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