take off these heels and put on some flats, completely confused and utterly shaken. I want so badly to make everything with Steven work, but something is eating away at me. Is it Ben? I groan out loud and toss my head back as I walk down the cobblestone road. I catch a glimpse of the door to my villa, and stop dead in my tracks. Ben is sitting on the floor resting his elbows on his knees. He startles when he hears me, and jerks his head in my direction. A soft worry is reflected in his eyes mixed with a sense of desperation. He quickly rises to his feet as I briskly walk up to my door and push past him.
“We need to talk.” He says with small quiver in his voice.
I shove in my key card, push open the door, and leave Ben outside in the hot and humid air. When I don’t respond, he wedges himself in the doorframe as I flick on the lights.
“What do you want Ben?” I sigh, and whip around to face him.
Ben’s closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, “Fuck Megan, I can’t take it any more.”
Before I can even respond, he slams me up against the wall and presses his wonderfully soft lips up against mine. Our kissing is strong, passionate, and if I have ever thought for one second that anyone in my past was a good kisser, I am mistaken. I am completely lost in Ben. He grabs the back of my neck with one hand, and moves the other over the strap of my dress and slips it off my shoulder to expose my bra. I feel myself wanting to resist him, wanting to still hate him for how he acted today, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Instead, I surrender to his touch and what I have been craving since the last time, and find myself giving into Ben.
Chapter 8
Any prior debate I had with myself over this moment is completely gone. Ben and I have officially broken rule #1 of the male and female friendship code, for the second time in just three short days. Ben’s strong warm body presses up against mine and his hands wander all over. His touch is so foreign yet familiar and I don't want it to stop. He kisses me with conviction, and I kiss him back feeling a little light headed. He pulls away and trails a streamline of tiny kisses down my neck. I moan and run my fingers through his thick dark hair, inhaling his sweet-smelling shampoo.
With his free hand, he unclips my bra and exposes my breasts. A small part of me feels vulnerable and uncertain, but I don’t stop him when he drops my dress to the floor. His breathing quickens and our eyes lock, brown on blue. I can see how badly he wants this, how badly he wants me. His face is serious and sexy when he yanks me off my feet and squeezes my thighs. I wrap my legs around his waist and slide my arms around his neck, feeling calm and secure as he carries me to the bed.
I tingle all over when he releases me onto the pillows and I watch him quickly yank off his tight grey shirt. I admire his amazingly firm six-pack rippling on his tanned stomach as he leans over me and places his soft lips back on mine. I feel this crazy feeling welling up inside me when I move my hands over his smooth muscular back all the way down to his hips.
“Holy fuck Megan,” he murmurs in my ear as he places his hands on either side of my head.
He runs his fingers through my hair and I crumble beneath him, quivering with both excitement and fear. I am so ready for him that I start to find my fingers trailing slowly to unbutton his jeans. He stops me and grabs both of my hands and pins them above my head. Then slowly, he moves downwards kissing every inch of my body. We are both breathing fast and hard as I cling to him and feel a rush of euphoria burn right through me.
He puts his mouth back on mine and sucks at my bottom lip, “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted this since the last time.” Ben mumbles and moves his hands down to the inside of my legs and pushes them apart. He slides my