I couldn’t answer because he continued moving his mouth down my body, sparking every nerve to life. I rolled my hips up to meet his lips, hoping for the second time in just a few minutes that I didn’t seem desperate for him.
But I was, because Ben was making my skin shiver with each kiss. He pulled my sweats all the way off, then paused to take my foot in his hand and plant a kiss on top of it.
“These poor little feet,” he whispered as he switched to kiss the other one. “They worked so hard.”
He crawled back to me, easing my legs wider then dipping between them so quickly that I let out a little squeak of shock. Within seconds it became a sigh of pleasure as Ben’s tongue pressed into me, making me melt against him.
He was deliberate, like he was pacing his pressure on the way I moved and moaned with each flick of his tongue. His little circles narrowed around my clit and the tension continued to build until I felt like I was about to pass out. I moved away.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice thick with concern.
I was already on my knees in front of him on the bed, working the button on his jeans. “I’m a one-and-done kind of girl and I wantyou.”
He went concave as he watched me struggle with his zipper with shaky hands. “One and done, huh? Oh,that’sgoing to change.”
I finally managed to get his zipper down and he slid off the bed to pull down his jeans, but not before grabbing something from his back pocket. Then he hooked one hand beneath my knee and the other behind my shoulder to gently guide me to the edge of the bed. He stepped closer before I could fully take him in, but I got a glimpse of a body that I’d been dreaming about since our night at the inn.
I closed my hand around his hard length and he let his head drop back. He groaned as I started sliding my hand along him.
But then it was his turn to move away. I heard the telltale crinkle of a wrapper.
“I don’t trust this thing,” he nodded toward the bed.
“Do your worst,” I teased.
He moved me to the very edge of the bed and bumped between my legs. By some engineering marvel the bed was the perfect height, and within seconds Ben had pushed deep inside of me.
Every part of my body tensed for a moment as we adjusted. Ben paused to savor the connection between us, then started rocking against me. He rolled his hips slowly and let out a low groan as I locked my legs around his waist and pulled him closer to me, driving him deeper.
I felt like I couldn’t get close enough to him after maintaining our polite boundaries for so long. But now he was truly mine, which gave me the freedom to claim him. I dug my nails into his back and bit his shoulder, an exclamation point that suggested I’d eat him whole if he let me.
He leaned close to me, never breaking his rhythm. “You’re so fucking amazing,” he rasped in my ear.
He kissed me hard on the mouth before I could reply, then reached down between our bodies. His fingertips found their way back to my heat and the sweetness I was feeling quadrupled.
It was like the ground beneath us was shifting, and then the pressure within me released, rolling through wave after wave of pleasure. I cried out as I came, arching closer to him, and within seconds he tensed, shuddered, and called out my name.
He fell toward me and we both collapsed onto the bed in a pile. We breathed each other in, panting and a little sweaty.
“Cardboard bed for the win,” he said weakly against my neck, putting a fist in the air.
Chapter Forty-Five
I woke up in Ben’s arms, but we didn’t have much of a choice than to sleep coiled around each other given how small the bed was. Shockingly, the humble cardboard bed had risen to the challenge of three rounds of lovemaking and co-sleeping.
“Food,” Ben said with his eyes still shut. “Dying of hunger. You destroyed me last night.”
I stretched as an excuse to squeeze him tighter. “You’re in luck. Someone sent me a fruit basket, and someone else sent me a dozen cupcakes. Does that work?”
“Oh, hell yes, but first?”
Ben wrapped his arms around my back and barrel-rolled me so that I was on top of him.
“Good morning,” he whispered.
“Hi,” I whispered back. I raised my hand to palm the stubble that had sprouted on his cheeks overnight.
“How’s life postagreement?” he asked.
