stop, wouldn’t last long.
So, he clenched his jaw, sucked in one more breath, and then set about turning her into an absolute frenzy of need. He took her mouth, returned to her breasts. Not gently. None of it was gentle. He suckled her breasts, drove his fingers in between her legs, his thumb on her clit, his finger inside.
She gasped and moaned and clung to him, and then he heard the hitch in her breathing again, knew that she was close.
Thank fuck.
He prowled down her body, positioned himself, and . . . glanced up at curves, at red lips, at pretty brown eyes.
Her pupils were huge. Her mouth tempted him.
“Now, Ben.” Her smile was almost feral as she moved before he could, gripping his ass with one hand, wrapping a leg around his hip, and finally . . . finally drawing him inside.
They both moaned.
She clenched around him—her leg, her pussy, her arms.
He’d been right.
He wasn’t going to be able to last long. But thankfully, she wasn’t going to either.
Her hips met his, her fingers clenched on his ass, his shoulder, and they moved. A rhythm that was instinctual, that didn’t take any effort to stumble into. They were two sides of the same coin, knowing each other without struggle.
And it was good.
And it . . . wasn’t going to last long.
He slid a hand up, cupped Stef’s breast, running his finger back and forth across the hard bud of her nipple. She clenched tighter, arched further, her head falling back onto the pillow, her lips parted on a moan.
She went over the edge, and not a moment too soon. His orgasm was coiling in the base of his spine, threatening to explode out through his cock.
One stroke.
Another.
He toppled, pleasure dousing him from head to toe, a steaming bucket of water dumped over his head. It soaked into his skin, settled into his very bones, so much fucking bliss washing over him that it took every bit of effort to not collapse on top of her.
But then Stef made a mewl of complaint, tugged him down, and he lowered himself to the mattress, barely summoning the energy to roll to his side and gather her close.
Their breaths came in rapid gusts.
He’d been cracked open, reformed, every past experience erased from his mind until the only thing that remained was Stef—beautiful, intoxicating, Stef.
She nuzzled into his neck, and then she laughed.
“What?” he asked, smoothing a hand down her back.
“That was—” She laughed again. “That was fucking incredible.”
Ben froze, his arms tightly around her, his lungs still straining, the sweat not yet dry on his body, and . . . he laughed, too.
Chapter Fifteen
Stef
Eventually, Ben slid out of bed to take care of the condom, and Stef knew that she should get dressed, should either take him up on the ride or see if the surge in demand had eased so she could get back to her car.
It was late, they’d gone to the midnight showing, so it must be nearing four. God, she hadn’t been up this late in years. Not since her college years—and her all-nighters hadn’t ever included great sex. Great studying maybe, but not sex. Oh, the sex itself had been good, definitely satisfying. Her partners had always been fun, and she wasn’t shy between the sheets. So she had enjoyed herself and especially enjoyed the orgasms that weren’t courtesy of her own fingers, but it had never been like this.
Never been this . . . incredible.
She could easily get addicted.
She could easily end up wanting something that would wind up with her brokenhearted.
That happy thought killed her post-orgasm glow, and Stef pushed out of bed. She should go before this got weird. Maybe set up another time for some incredible sex. It was late. She was tired. Plus, Fred would be missing her.
He’d need to go out to the bathroom in a couple of hours, would be wondering where she was.
She didn’t leave him, except for doggy day care, and he would worry.
So she searched for her panties, yanked them up her legs, and was just reaching for her bra when Ben walked back into the room.
“What are you doing?” he asked, prowling over to her, his delicious body on display.
“I need to get home,” she said. “Fred will be waiting for me.”
His brows drew together, the light from the hallway enough that she didn’t miss the blast of fury in his eyes. Then they cleared. “Your dog.”
“Yup.” She pulled on her bra.
He frowned. “Why don’t you