“What’s wrong?”
He changed out of our date-night outfit and is now wearing a pair of dark gray athletic pants and a white T-shirt. “I fucked up.”
“How?”
“I’m sorry, Annie…I, dammit.” He puts his hands behind his neck and stands on the other side of the coffee table. “I just got confirmation that it was Tara who tossed your place. They’ve spent the past couple of hours trying to locate her, but she’s nowhere to be found. Probably knows she’s in for a world of hurt once she’s caught, but I swear, baby, promise you I’ll make sure I find her, and she’ll pay.”
He looks so torn up and almost afraid of what my reaction is going to be. I look at this man, God, this gorgeous man, who has all this emotion for me. Who can’t bear the thought of someone hurting me in any way.
I’ve been in fear for so long, and since I’ve been here, it’s gotten better, but right now, the only thing I feel is need. I throw the blanket off my lap and stand. Ben watches me, his chest moving deep with his breaths, eyes guarded as I skirt the table.
He drops his arms when I get close. “I’m sorry, I should have known she would do something like this. I’ll replace everything she destroyed, and I’ll update the locks tomorrow.”
“Ben?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“We’re safe here, right now, right?”
His eyes hold mine. “Yes.”
“Right, so…I love you, and if you don’t take me to your room and make love to me right now, I’m going to go crazy.”
His pupils dilate, and he leans down as I push up on my toes. Our lips brush, and he kisses me. It’s soft and gentle, but so poignant, erasing years of loneliness in seconds. He frames my face and gets so close that our eyelashes brush. “I already knew you were mine, but you do know I’m yours, right?”
The way I love this man is almost unbearable…and I can’t describe how much hearing those words means. “I do now.”
“Good. But I’m not going to tell you I love you yet.” He brushes his lips against mine. “I’m going to show you first.”
Then the gentle kisses are gone. He’s greedy, desperate, so hot.
Warmth spreads through my body and back down, settling at the heart of me.
He sweeps my legs out from under me and carries me to his room, kicking his door shut behind us. He drops me on the bed, follows me down, and kisses me again, lighting a fire in me that I knew would never be extinguished. His hands roam down my body, grazing my skin at my hip. I feel the heat of his body through his shirt, the muscles rippling beneath my fingers. When he slides his tongue to my neck and sinks his teeth in, my nails dig into his back. He sits up and yanks his shirt off, then pulls off mine and goes right for my bra.
Cupping one breast, he circles my nipple with the pad of his thumb, then pushes me down and watches as he toys with bothof my breasts. “Ben.” I grind my hips against him and groan at how nice that feels and how much more I want.
“Annie.”
“More,” I beg. “Please.”
He licks and nibbles down my belly and strips the rest of my clothes off, then stands at the end of the bed and gets naked. My mouth waters at the sight of him, hard, long, perfectly wide. I lick my lips, and he smirks as he crawls back over me and slams his mouth against mine.
Sensations pool through me at the feel of his fingers tracing down my side, my pulse skyrocketing as he descends lower, cupping my ass and squeezing tight. He does it again, but this time he grinds his cock against me. I gasp at the delicious contact, needing more.
He rolls his hips again, my wetness coating him so it’s a smooth glide. I pull my mouth away from him and bury my face in his neck and cry out in pleasure. “God.” His pulse is throbbing faster than mine, and I clutch him tightly.
His throat rumbles, and he arches enough to get his hand between us. He cups me, the ball of his hand pushing tight against that sweet spot, making my breath lodge in my throat. His long fingers rub me, gently tracing the lips of my pussy, then they press in, the tip of his finger hitting the target and probing my entrance. I finally release my breath on a throaty, desperate moan. “More.”
“Ready for all of me?”
“Yes?” Ben replaces his hand with the tip of his cock, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him in. He barely presses in before he retreats. His breath is choppy, and his body strains above me. I know he’s trying to be careful, but I’m beyond ready. A sort of feminine power I didn’t know I had comes over me, and I arch my back, tug his hair, and make him look in my eyes. “Benny, fuck me.”
He shoots me an evil grin, then dips his head, tracing my ear with his teeth as he gives me more. “God,” I gasp.
“Fuck.” He grabs my jaw, tilts my head, and the second our gazes lock, he fills me. “Fuuuuck.”
“Yes, yes. Oh my God, Benny.” He’s heaven, ecstasy, a perfection that’s mine.
