I band my arms around her back, pulling her chest against mine lest she see my expression. It’s not her fault things have to be this way. She deserves a man who can give her everything—not just his cock, a little of his time, and none of his mind.
‘You’re so fucking delicious,’ I whisper harshly in her ear, biting the lobe harder than I should.But not as hard as I want to.Every time she rubs her wetness against me, every time she moans as she tries to work her hand between our bodies, I want to roll her over, smack her arse until it’s red, then drive myself in to the hilt.
Without sentient thought, I roll us over until I’m on my knees over her.
‘You look kind of dangerous,’ she whispers.
‘Sweetheart, you have no idea.’
‘You look like you have plans.’
‘I have plans that could keep you in this bed for years.’ She licks her lips like sweet anticipation.
‘Just so you know, I’m puttingfuck your fabulous titson that list.’ Her nipples harden, her breasts bouncing as she giggles a light, carefree sound. Her eyes flick from my face to my cock as I hold it in my hand. ‘Tell me you want me.’
‘I do.’
‘Tell me you need this.’
‘I do—I need you.’ Try as I might to harden my heart to her words, I’ve never wanted to be inside someone as much as I have her—inside her head and her body, the same way as she’s crept into my heart. She’s perfect. So perfect. But not for me.
‘You need me where, sweetheart?’ I ask, jacking myself slowly as I lose my ever-fucking mind.
‘I need you inside me,’ she whispers, her eyes, like her heart, open and drawing me in. But she’s too much. I can’t watch her right now. Can’t listen to her begging me with her sweet noises—can’t bear witness to her desire knowing she’ll never truly be mine.
My skin feels like it’s on fire as I push my hands under her hips, pulling her down to the edge of the bed, then rolling her over to bend her over the edge. She’s as malleable as clay when I tip her pelvis, and as I sink into her inch by slow inch, our joint moans ricochet around the room. She’s so hot and tight, and the angle is so much deeper this way.
Under me, Nell balls her fists in the sheets. A slice of moonlight cuts across her back, highlighting the milkiness of her skin as she begins to chant.
With a grunt, I pull back, then thrust.
‘Anything,’ she whispers. ‘Please, Ben, please.’
I kiss her shoulder. Licking the length of her spine, I slap her arse hard and commit her cry to memory. She begins to chant as I change the pace to small powerful thrusts, my body punishing hers again and again until there are no more thoughts. Until nothing else exists outside of this moment in time.
‘I can feel you,’ I grate out, biting the exposed nape of her neck. ‘Feel you coming around my cock.’
I lift her hips as I begin to pump and flex as I fuck her harder, then wrapping my hands around her shoulders, I begin to fuck her as though I mean to break her apart. And all the while, she grinds against me, repeating my name again and again, allowing me to take what I need.
My orgasm starts at the base of my spine, every inch of my skin hot and tingling as though pierced by hot pins as the sensation, white hot and intense, crawls through me. I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard or for as long, and when it’s over, I don’t think I have a brain cell left in my head.
Chapter 16
PENNY
I’m not much of a morning person, especially when coming off a rotation of nights, but this morning, I find as I stretch out along the empty bed, I have an incentive not to pull the pillow over my head.Ben.
I find myself smiling. Did he wake during the night and return to his room? Maybe he was sparing me Mel’s reaction? More likely, he’s gone for a run. I did notice a day or two ago that he’s taken to placing his running shoes in the boot room, along with a backpack which appears to be filled for no purpose other than weight. One of these days, if I’m lucky, I might get to see him set off. I might even invite Mrs Hoffman to join me. We could sit on the front patio and perve.
Giggling now a little ridiculously, I swing my legs out of bed, grabbing a clean pair of pyjamas. Shortie ones, of course. These were also a gift from Melody and feature a cartoon cat on the front wearing sunglasses and long stripy socks, though only on his back legs, because cartoon cats stand like humans sometimes. And the caption readsCheck Me-Owt.
I tie my hair up quickly, then wash away the remainder of last night’s smoky eye that has since transmuted to sad panda, pee, then brush my teeth squeaky clean. I then follow the scent of coffee and man—though the last one is more pheromone and less actual scent—downstairs.
As he looks out over the wet garden, if Ben senses my presence, he doesn’t say as I creep up behind him and wrap my arms round his waist. Shirtless, his athletic shorts hang from his hips, and if I’m not mistaken, he’s not wearing a stitch else. I take the opportunity to just look at him—to appreciate the hell out of him. The rise and fall of his broad shoulders along with the things I can only feel. The ladder of his abs, the long line of his thighs, and that deliciously cutVpeeking from the waistband of his shorts.
‘Oh, look, there’s a man in my kitchen,’ I whisper, placing my cheek on the warm, tanned skin of his back. The taut muscles flex, creating a ripple effect between my legs. Which, this morning, feels like it’s undergone a thorough work out.
‘Hey.’ Ben half turns, holding his coffee cup away as he wraps his free hand around my shoulder, pressing a chaste kiss to my head.
