into that fire, drawing his mouth back to hers, clenching her legs tighter around him, bucking her hips against his and riding the rigid length of his cock.
So. Fucking. Good.
“Stef,” he groaned, tearing his lips from hers again, this time trailing them over to her ear and lightly biting down on the lobe. She shivered and tilted her head to the side, giving him better access, falling into the fucking gloriousness of that hot mouth and silken tongue playing against her skin.
“God, Ben,” she moaned. “That’s—”
She groaned in protest when he unhitched her legs, set her feet on the floor. His fingers clasped hers, drew her from the room, pulled her farther down the hall to a set of double doors, kicking them open.
“Wow,” she breathed.
But then she barely had time to suck in a breath before he was sweeping her back up into his arms, walking across the room. A gasp escaped her when she found herself falling onto a thick mattress, his body coming down onto hers. “This okay?” he asked huskily.
It was fucking perfect.
She didn’t tell him that, though.
Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and tugged him down to her, said only, “More.”
Another grin that set her insides on fire.
And then he gave her more.
Chapter Fourteen
Ben
More.
She wanted more.
She was going to get more, every fucking bit of him.
Dropping more of his weight into her, he took her mouth again, tasting that sweet and floral ambrosia on her lips, her tongue. Her nails bit into his scalp, pulling him even closer, until he was between her thighs, only the layers of their clothing between them.
He needed to do something about that.
But he couldn’t tear himself away from her mouth, from her taste in order to do so. Her mouth was a drug, her body another. He needed to taste and touch and—
She shoved him back, rolling him over and yanking her shirt over her head.
Pale skin, a plain beige bra. Not lace, not particularly sexy, and yet it was still the best thing he’d ever seen. Her fingers went to the button on her jeans, and he moved, flipping them again and taking over the task, undoing the zipper, yanking them down her legs, chucking one shoe then the another.
They landed behind him with a thunk.
His eyes drifted down to her feet, clad in ankle socks that were printed with pink-haloed unicorns.
He grinned. “Unicorns?”
A shrug, her breasts jiggling in that bra, and his mouth watered. “I like fictional critters.”
“Hmm.” He bent, nibbled on her ankle. “They’ll stay on.”
She laughed, reached for her underwear. “But hopefully not these.” Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband, began nudging them down. Then she paused. “Do you have a condom?” Her fingers slipped out, she turned for the door. “Because I can go get—”
A brush of his lips to hers.
Then he reached into the nightstand, pulled out a box of condoms.
One he’d bought after his message had gone unanswered, part of him hopeful, the other part resentful and thinking he might open that box with someone else. And one that had remained unopened since.
“Oh,” she murmured.
“Oh,” he agreed.
He was about to order her to get her hands back into her panties when she shifted her hips, pushed down the plain cotton then, just as he was reveling in the flash of cropped brown curls, her back arched and she reached behind her, unclipping her bra and tossing it to the side.
Ben had no fucking clue where it had landed.
He couldn’t summon a fuck.
Not when Stef was naked and on his bed. Curves. Red lips. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to taste every inch.
So he did—
Or at least, he intended to.
But then she placed a hand on his chest, stopping him. His heart sank, disappointment curling through him, certain she had changed her mind. “Off.” She reached for the hem of his shirt, and only then did he relax enough to tear it over his head, to shove his sweats down and remove his shoes.
He kept his boxer briefs on because it would be far too easy, too tempting to slip back between her thighs, to slip inside her slick center. Even now, the moisture glistened on her thighs, making his mouth water, his desire the heavy strum of a bass guitar.
Take. Take. Take.
Patience.
“Okay?” he murmured when she abruptly sat up.
“You are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” she said, her voice a rasp that slid over his skin, even before her fingers trailed it—caressing over his shoulders, down his arms, up over his