grind against him for a few more
minutes until he pulled her face up to his and kissed her.
“I want all of you, Hazel,” he said, sliding his
hands down to her hips and guiding her down his body to where she’d made him so
hard he thought he might explode any second. But he wouldn’t, because he wanted
to be more than enough for her too.
****
“Then we need a
lot less clothes between the two of us. You first?” she asked and then sat up
on his belly and slid her hand under his shirt, up the middle of his stomach
and then back down. Did he have any idea how sexy those hairs were? As willing
and adoring as he’d been to her, she doubted Ben felt his own magnetism. But it
was there. For her to take. Right
there. Rubbing against the parting of her cheeks each time she scooted
further back toward his legs. If she just stayed focused on Ben, on the moment,
she’d be fine. He’d be fine.
“I guess that’s
only fair,” he said, then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled up,
groaning. That had to have hurt but he did it for her. When he had it mostly
over his head, she rushed it the rest of the way and tossed it to the floor.
Her eyes started
at that trail of hair down low on his trim belly while he sat upright,
harnessing her between his legs. Her fingers circled his belly button and then
traveled their way up the long trail at the center of his long, wide torso. She
remembered when she and Mark had hoisted Ben back to the office. Now she knew
why he’d been so heavy. There was so much of him and it all called to her,
begged her to rub against him and satisfy both their needs.
Her right hand
veered toward the left side of his chest and she followed it, watching her
fingers swirl over the light dusting of hair. She then leaned in and kissed the
skin around his flat nipple, pulling the hairs softly between her lips as she
pulled away and started to the other side. He shivered.
Oh….oh
Ben. Sweetheart, what…
What she saw then
broke her down.
Like the
self-made black marker drawings he had on his forearm, the skin of the right
side of his chest had been inked in this way as well. She felt herself
frowning, confused again and worried beyond belief.
The rudeness of
her staring was apparent but she couldn’t stop. Not until she examined it and
made sense of it. In a way it was beautiful that he’d expressed himself in this
way but it was also heartbreaking and Hazel wondered when he’d done it and if
he had plans to make it permanent.
Her fingers
traced the words. “Love Will Heal These Wounds.”
Oh
sweetheart, what wounds? She thought as she then outlined the
jagged looking heart he’d drawn within those words with her fingernail.
Forgetting where
she was and what they were doing for a moment, she felt his hands go to her
shoulders and he squeezed.
“I didn’t know,”
she stuttered out. “I mean, it’s beautiful, Ben. Really
beautiful.”
She was in awe
and complimenting him so why was his jaw clenched so tight?
****
Bastard,
that’s what you are. A selfish bastard. How could you
have done that to her?
“Ben? What’s
wrong? If it’s about your drawing, I didn’t mean to gawk. I like it…”
“But this is the
first time you’ve seen it.”
“Well yeah,
but—”
He took a hold of
her hand and moved it to his knee, a safe place perhaps. He then reached down
and grabbed the closest thing he could find, his t-shirt, and pressed it up
against her chest, tucking it under her arms. It was time for him to treat her
with an ounce of respect.
“Ben?”
He wished he had
his hat to pull over his face but knew that was wrong. Better to get this out
now. And maybe if he was lucky, someday, he’d get another chance. But not before he said what he’d come to say in the first place.
“I owe you an apology,
Hazel. The disrespect I showed you Saturday night is unacceptable to me and I
hope it is to you, too.”
She tried to
interrupt him. “Ben, you’re the most well-mannered, thoughtful
minutes until he pulled her face up to his and kissed her.
“I want all of you, Hazel,” he said, sliding his
hands down to her hips and guiding her down his body to where she’d made him so
hard he thought he might explode any second. But he wouldn’t, because he wanted
to be more than enough for her too.
****
“Then we need a
lot less clothes between the two of us. You first?” she asked and then sat up
on his belly and slid her hand under his shirt, up the middle of his stomach
and then back down. Did he have any idea how sexy those hairs were? As willing
and adoring as he’d been to her, she doubted Ben felt his own magnetism. But it
was there. For her to take. Right
there. Rubbing against the parting of her cheeks each time she scooted
further back toward his legs. If she just stayed focused on Ben, on the moment,
she’d be fine. He’d be fine.
“I guess that’s
only fair,” he said, then grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled up,
groaning. That had to have hurt but he did it for her. When he had it mostly
over his head, she rushed it the rest of the way and tossed it to the floor.
Her eyes started
at that trail of hair down low on his trim belly while he sat upright,
harnessing her between his legs. Her fingers circled his belly button and then
traveled their way up the long trail at the center of his long, wide torso. She
remembered when she and Mark had hoisted Ben back to the office. Now she knew
why he’d been so heavy. There was so much of him and it all called to her,
begged her to rub against him and satisfy both their needs.
Her right hand
veered toward the left side of his chest and she followed it, watching her
fingers swirl over the light dusting of hair. She then leaned in and kissed the
skin around his flat nipple, pulling the hairs softly between her lips as she
pulled away and started to the other side. He shivered.
Oh….oh
Ben. Sweetheart, what…
What she saw then
broke her down.
Like the
self-made black marker drawings he had on his forearm, the skin of the right
side of his chest had been inked in this way as well. She felt herself
frowning, confused again and worried beyond belief.
The rudeness of
her staring was apparent but she couldn’t stop. Not until she examined it and
made sense of it. In a way it was beautiful that he’d expressed himself in this
way but it was also heartbreaking and Hazel wondered when he’d done it and if
he had plans to make it permanent.
Her fingers
traced the words. “Love Will Heal These Wounds.”
Oh
sweetheart, what wounds? She thought as she then outlined the
jagged looking heart he’d drawn within those words with her fingernail.
Forgetting where
she was and what they were doing for a moment, she felt his hands go to her
shoulders and he squeezed.
“I didn’t know,”
she stuttered out. “I mean, it’s beautiful, Ben. Really
beautiful.”
She was in awe
and complimenting him so why was his jaw clenched so tight?
****
Bastard,
that’s what you are. A selfish bastard. How could you
have done that to her?
“Ben? What’s
wrong? If it’s about your drawing, I didn’t mean to gawk. I like it…”
“But this is the
first time you’ve seen it.”
“Well yeah,
but—”
He took a hold of
her hand and moved it to his knee, a safe place perhaps. He then reached down
and grabbed the closest thing he could find, his t-shirt, and pressed it up
against her chest, tucking it under her arms. It was time for him to treat her
with an ounce of respect.
“Ben?”
He wished he had
his hat to pull over his face but knew that was wrong. Better to get this out
now. And maybe if he was lucky, someday, he’d get another chance. But not before he said what he’d come to say in the first place.
“I owe you an apology,
Hazel. The disrespect I showed you Saturday night is unacceptable to me and I
hope it is to you, too.”
She tried to
interrupt him. “Ben, you’re the most well-mannered, thoughtful
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