The room fell silent.
My mind raced, wanting to make a suggestion, but knowing that I shouldn’t because it had big mistake written all over it.
Ben and I just stared at each other. I supposed I should be grateful that he was wrapped in that blanket so that I wouldn’t have to fight the urge to stare at his body. Didn’t really matter, though, because my brain had already taken a video of him striding out of the bathroom looking like a snack, so even if he was wearing ten puffa jackets right now, that reel would still be playing on repeat in my head until the end of time.
‘Maybe we could just both sleep in the bed,’ I said before I had a chance to change my mind.
It was the only fair and logical solution.
I didn’t want Ben to sleep on the floor and he clearly wasn’t going to take no for an answer. And if I was being honest, I didn’t want to sleep on the floor either.
‘Are you sure you won’t be uncomfortable sharing a bed with me?’ His brow furrowed.
I wanted to tell him that I was certain that I would beextremelyuncomfortable sleeping beside him. And not because I was questioning whether he’d behave himself, but because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to.
‘I trust you. I know it’ll be hard for you to keep your hands off me all night, but I’m sure you’ll manage!’ I joked, expecting Bento join in, but instead his eyes were the colour of onyx and his expression was serious.
‘I’ll do my best,’ he said, now avoiding my gaze.
He unwrapped himself from the blanket and as he stood there, practically naked, I did my best to look away. I really did.
I tried not to let my eyes roam across his chest, then dip between his legs.
I tried not to stare at his fitted black boxer shorts.
And I really, really,reallytried not to notice the outline of his very generously sized dick.
I tried.
But give me a break. I wasn’t made of stone, soof courseI looked.
Then I looked some more.
I may have even let out a tiny whimper and mutteredfucking hellunder my breath.
I definitely attempted to drag my eyes away, I swear. But it was like they were made of steel and Ben’s body was a magnet.
The pull was too strong.
Ben picked the blanket off the floor, then walked over to the armchair (giving me a delicious view of his arse) and placed it over the arm.
When he turned to walk back to the bed, I finally dropped my gaze. It was probably already obvious that I’d been ogling him, so I had to stop.
I slid under the covers, then turned my back to him.
As he climbed into the bed and his scent surrounded me, my heart pounded against my chest.
Oh my God.
I couldn’t believe that he was now just inches away from me.
It’d be so easy to roll on top of him right now.
Boundaries, Sarah,I scolded myself.
Ben was already doing me a favour by just coming to the wedding.
Helping to end my sexual drought by letting me ride him wasnotpart of the agreement.
