Such a shame.
Ben turned off the light and we lay there in silence.
Tingles raced through my body. Maybe it was just me but I could feel electricity pulsing through the air.
I desperately wanted to reach over and touch him.
I wanted him to slide his hand between my legs and touch me.
The mattress shifted as Ben turned around. I wasn’t sure whether he was now facing me or the wall, but I had an overwhelming urge to ease my arse back to see if it would touch him. Bonus points if it just happened to ‘bump into’ something solid in the process.
God, this was torture.
Stupidly, I’d thought that being in the bed would mean I’d have a better sleep. But the chances of me nodding off when the hottest man on earth was lying almost naked a few inches away from me were about as good as my odds of becoming a millionaire by the morning.
As much as I tried, I just couldn’t get Ben’s body out of my mind. I wanted to run my hand down his chest.
I wanted him to bury his tongue between my legs.
I wanted him to straddle me and fuck me so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.
I just wanted him.
36
BEN
Itossed and turned for what I was sure was the hundredth time in the last ten minutes.
It’d been almost an hour since I’d got into bed, but it felt like ten.
Agreeing to sleep in the same bed as Sarah was insanity.
If I could barely hold it together when we were both fully clothed and metres apart, how the hell did I expect to cope when she was just inches away and practically naked?
As I pictured how she looked when she came out of the bathroom dressed in those skimpy shorts, my dick twitched.
Again.
And God, when she crossed her arms across her chest, it pushed her breasts up higher and those rock-hard nipples strained against the flimsy fabric, begging to be set free.
That was the point that I pictured taking them in my mouth and sucking them, hard. When my gaze had shamefully trailed down to her thighs, I’d imagined throwing her on the bed, spreading her legs and burying my head between them.
Christ. I wondered how she tasted.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that somehow it would press reset on my brain and wash away all of the dirty thoughts that were swimming around.
No such luck.
My cock was straining so much against my boxers that I wasthisclose to punching a hole through them.
This was the definition of torture.
There was no way I could get to sleep like this.
I had to do something.
I ran through my options.
