“Other than running back to your ex,” he grumbles, gripping the edge of my shirt. He tugs it over my head. “You want my cock that bad?”
“Yes.” I nod frantically as his hand presses softly into my lower stomach.
“You need it?”
“I need you,” I correct him.
And I do need him. I need him more than I care to admit, more than I want to. I didn’t think I ever needed anyone. I only needed to be something for them.
The good girl. Their dutiful girlfriend and daughter. The loyal, supportive sister. Those were roles I played to make everyone happy, but I didn’t need anything in return.
Now here I lay with Ben’s body over mine, promising me safety. Willing to kill for me and I realize I need him.
God. I need him so bad. And I don’t want to lose him. Not to a prison cell, not to save anyone else. I can’t be without him now.
If that is a weakness, it sure doesn’t feel that way as he stares down at me. His eyes light up at my statement as his hands react fast to unbutton my jeans. They are off my legs, and he is back to straddling me in record time.
His head dips to my collarbone as he plants kisses against my flesh. His hand parts my legs and grips my inner thigh.
“Ben,” I mumble. “Maybe we should…”
He pulls back. “Oh what, now you don’t want my cock?” he says, using this moment to unbutton his own pants. “You’re sending me mixed signals, Prue.”
The outline of his erection has my mouth watering, but I need to know he won’t do anything stupid. I want him to tell me he will stay and be mine.
“I want your cock, but…”
“But what, baby?” he cuts me off again. “You want to pause so we can talk about your little confession? You need me. You get me.”
“All of you?” I question.
“As much as you can fit.” He smirks.
“Ben. Wait.”
He freezes all movement, staring at me.
I don’t know what to say. How do I explain to him that I want more than just sex? How do you tell a known playboy, rock star that you want him to commit himself to you? To not murder your ex or go to jail. To not leave you.
“I’m waiting,” he says after a moment.
“Don’t you think we should talk about things?”
“Talk about what? I love you. You need me. I’m going to kill your ex-boyfriend. I think that pretty much covers everything.”
The fact he doesn’t want to alter his plans makes me irrationally angry. How is he not getting it? I don’t want to lose him.
“So, you just fuck me, kill my ex, and then abandon me?” I snap, pushing at his chest.
“It’s not like you’ll be alone.” He shrugs. “You’ll have Cameron, and a girl like you will find another guy to toy with in no time. I’ll be a distant memory in six months or less.”
He thinks that little of me? Can he not see how much he means to me? Did I hurt him so much that he thinks I could just move on from him so easily?
I squirm, trying to get free of him. My heart feels like it’s snapping. I find someone I can actually rely on and he wants to leave me.
“I don’t want some other guy,” I snap, shoving at his chest. “If you don’t want to be with me just fucking say it.”
His hands wrap around my wrist, prying them from where I push against his chest.
