‘If you want, you could come back to mine to eat,’ Ben said sheepishly. He didn’t have his normal swagger. He even seemed shy, like he was a teenager asking me to the school dance and was worried I’d say no.
‘I didn’t realise you cooked!’ I said enthusiastically.
‘I’m no Jamie Oliver, but I have some fresh pasta and veg in the fridge that should still be good, so I can whip something up quickly.’
‘You had me at pasta!’
‘A girl after my own heart!’ He wheeled our suitcases to his flat’s main entrance. ‘Pasta’s the best. It’s the first thing I order when I get to Italy. Have you ever been?’
‘Nope. Always wanted to. This weekend was my first time in Spain too.’
‘If we had more time, I would’ve taken you to Madrid.’
‘How close was it to Malaga?’
‘Only a few hours on the fast train. They have some really stunning libraries there. Maybe we can visit one day.’
‘I’d like that!’ I beamed as butterflies flooded my stomach.
‘Anyway.’ Ben’s gaze shifted to the ground. ‘We should, er, go upstairs and I’ll get the dinner on.’
He walked ahead, acting slightly flustered.
Maybe he was nervous about cooking. He shouldn’t be, though. I was just grateful that he’d even offered to make me dinnerandtake me to Madrid one day.
I knew this was only supposed to be sex and I shouldn’t hope that it could turn into something more, but what could I say? I was a romantic at heart.
Of course, I didn’t know what would happen in the future with Ben or how things would be at work between us tomorrow.
But what Ididknow was that I was going to enjoy what was left of what had surprisingly turned out to be one of the best weekends of my life.
50
SARAH
‘See you later.’ I kissed Ben passionately as I stood at his flat door. He was topless and I wanted to cry at how amazing he looked in just his boxers.
And about the fact that this would be the last time I’d ever get to see him half-naked. ‘Thanks again for dinner. And dessert.’ I grinned.
As promised, Ben whipped up an amazing pasta dish.
I thought he was going to use sauce from a jar, but he made it from scratch using the drawer full of tomatoes and veg in his fridge.
There wasn’t a scrap of junk food in his kitchen. Once again, I’d got him all wrong.
When I first met Ben, I’d assumed he existed on convenience food and takeaways because he was too busy partying or screwing different women to cook. But that couldn’t have been further from the truth.
Now that I knew him better and thought about it logically, of course he cooked and ate healthily. You didn’t get a body like that by eating crap every day.
After he’d made the most delicious pasta I’d ever tasted, we’d chilled on the sofa, chatting easily about I can’t even remember what. Then I don’t even know how it happened or who initiated it, but the next minute we were kissing and going down on each other for dessert.
I didn’t think I’d ever enjoyed sucking a guy’s cock as much as I’d enjoyed blowing Ben. Seeing the way his eyes rolled to the back of his head and how much pleasure I gave him was the biggest turn-on.
Oral sex quickly evolved into full-blown sofa sex, then bed sex before we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
If my alarm hadn’t woken us up, we’d probably have slept until noon. Trouble was, my alarm was set based on me being at home at the B&B. Now I had less than twenty-five minutes to get home, shower, find clean clothes and hot-foot it back to start work on time.
I knew I was cutting it way too fine, but I had no regrets. Spending last night with Ben was the best way to round off the weekend.
