Page 58 of Against The Boards

Later, when I was brushing out my hair and Benny was brushing his teeth, I realized I didn’t hate him anymore. Maybe it was too soon after years of animosity, but when he kissed me, I got lost in the sensation. Like I was flying or skating down the ice on the breakaway. I was in trouble because if I didn’t hate Benny anymore, that meant I felt other things for him, and I didn’t want to think about that.

I drug the brush through my damp hair and stared at my reflection in the mirror. Benny may have worshipped my body tonight and told me how much he loved it, but that didn’t change the insecurities I felt. Not like it mattered since he was going to ask for a trade.

He brushed my hair over my shoulder and leaned down to kiss the nape of my neck. “Stop it,” he whispered in my ear.

He wore only his towel after we had round three in the shower. I’d never had shower sex before, but he made me think wild thoughts. I was going to be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care. I never thought I was a woman who craved cock, but Benny’s was amazing.

“What?” I asked.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and peppered my neck with kisses. “I can see the gears in your head turning. I know what you’re thinking.”

I glared at him through the mirror. “You do not.”

“You think we don’t fit together. You think I couldn’t possibly love your body.”

“No…”

He spun me around and put a finger to my lips. “Don’t lie; I can see it in your face.” He pressed his hips against mine, and my eyes widened at the semi-hardness I felt on my leg. “You wouldn’t do that to me if I didn’t think you were sexy.”

“How? Again?”

He laughed and gestured to the towel wrapped around me. “You in nothing but a towel. Fuck, it makes me horny all over again.”

“I don’t believe you!”

He turned me around to face the mirror and pressed up against my back. I felt his cock poking me while he fingered the knot on my towel.

He bent his head to my ear. “So sexy. I want to bend you over the sink and watch our reflection in the mirror while I fuck you from behind.”

I breathed hard and tried to look away from him. “I need to blow dry my hair.”

He nuzzled my neck, and I gasped when he untied the knot and the towel dropped to the floor. “Let it air dry,” he said in my ear.

“Benny…” I sighed. “You can’t seriously want to go again.”

He chuckled against my skin. “Oh, Rox. You don’t understand; I can’t get enough of you.”

I looked up, watching him in the mirror as he unceremoniously dropped his towel on the floor. My eyes tracked down the hard lines of brown skin, from his six-pack abs to the delicious V above his hips before landing on his cock. Romance novels always talked about wanting to lick the hero’s six-pack abs, and I never understood that until Michael Bennett was standing naked in front of me. Now I wanted to lick every part of his body. Even though we had sex three times tonight, I ached for him.

He ran his hand over my body, stopping to cup my tits, and then he continued to roam. He made a little noise of pleasure as his hands skated down my rounded stomach and inched towards my mound. Then the little tease gripped my hips in his hands instead.

“Benny…” I groaned as if I was in pain.

“Love these sexy curves,” he said and tapped my ass playfully. “Stop thinking I don’t want you, that I don’t like what I see. That I don’t like what I’m holding onto right now.”

“Benny.”

“Yeah?”

“Do we have any more condoms?”

He grinned at me through the mirror and gave my ass another little tap. “Don’t you fucking move.”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” I snapped back at him.

“Do as you’re told,” he said and gave me another slap on my ass.

I gave him the finger, and he laughed while he walked out to the main room. I bit my lip, watching him through the mirror when he walked back into the bathroom. He had already rolled the condom on his cock, and he gave me a cute smirk as he fisted it. He positioned himself behind me and pushed my legs apart while I leaned my arms against the sink in front of me.