turning to confusion by the time we pull into the driveway. I’m about to get out and walk myself up to the door, because at this point I’ve convinced myself nothing more is happening. I’m such a good self-cheerleader, I know.
Ben beats me to it. He cuts the engine and gets out, rushing 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 fucking lord it’s too dark out here to see the blushing. 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 damn 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 shirt.
My heart lurches in my chest. He draws me in until my breasts smash into his firm chest. He’s looking right into my eyes, confident, calm, so damn 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 shiver runs through me, and I’m so fucking 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 cock harden against my stomach.
He breaks away and rests his forehead against mine. “Want that glass of wine?” he asks.
I want a tall glass 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.
Fuck the wine. Actually, fuck Ben. That’s what I want to do. I want to fuck him. My hands drop to his
Ben beats me to it. He cuts the engine and gets out, rushing 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 fucking lord it’s too dark out here to see the blushing. 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 damn 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 shirt.
My heart lurches in my chest. He draws me in until my breasts smash into his firm chest. He’s looking right into my eyes, confident, calm, so damn 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 shiver runs through me, and I’m so fucking 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 cock harden against my stomach.
He breaks away and rests his forehead against mine. “Want that glass of wine?” he asks.
I want a tall glass 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.
Fuck the wine. Actually, fuck Ben. That’s what I want to do. I want to fuck him. My hands drop to his
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