Twisted Love (Modern Romance #3) - Piper Lawson Page 0,48
face.
I’ve never found anything as sexy as the way he’s looking at me, utterly intent.
“I almost couldn’t let you leave tonight in that dress.”
“It’s technically your dress. So are the other two hanging in my closet back home.”
The grin he flashes is heart-stopping. It’s not because he knows something of his is in my apartment, but I imagine it is.
Ben’s not in love with me. But for now, he sees me. For now, the way he’s looking at me is enough.
I slide a hand under the unbuttoned collar of his shirt, pressing my palm to his warm chest.
The fact that he’s spent the last decade taking control of his life made him into this, the confident, deliberate man in front of me.
“Don’t let this go to your head, but my boyfriend’s kind of hot.”
Ben’s mouth lowers to mine, his lips murmuring across my skin. “All the better to fuck you with.”
Damn, I think as he claims my mouth. I’m not going to make it through.
I reach for the buttons. I unfasten them one by one, then spread the shirt wide and run my hands over his bare chest. He’s rough ridges and smooth muscles, the contrast between hard and soft making me wet.
Or maybe that’s the way he’s finger-fucking me.
I tear my mouth from his as a horrible possibility occurs to me.
“What’s wrong?” he demands when he sees my face.
“I didn’t bring condoms.”
He shifts off me. I nearly whine as he heads for the desk and his wallet. Ben turns to face me, holding the prize between his fingers.
I prop up on my elbows, frowning. “Just one?”
“I did not know this side of you." He prowls back to me.
My hungry eyes drink in his tanned chest as he stops at the foot of the bed. If I was turned on before, it’s nothing compared to seeing him like this, about to fuck me.
“Maybe we still have things to learn about one another,” I whisper.
The words are out before I process them.
But they’re true.
So true, I wish they weren’t.
I shove that thought aside and reach for his belt, then his pants. He’s straining against the zipper and I’m so hungry for him, I’m going to scream if I can’t touch him. Then his pants are gone and I run my palm up the huge bulge in the black fabric of his underwear.
Ben leans in, an arm on either side of me as he lowers himself over me. “You make me like this,” he murmurs against my neck, as if he knows exactly what I'm thinking.
I crawl up the bed awkwardly and he follows.
I want all of him immediately.
I want to draw this out forever.
Mostly, I want to feel him inside me as soon as possible, in case we come to our senses or this building burns down or some other act of God stops this.
But Ben seems to be on a different plan. He lowers his lips to mine, brushing once before skimming down my jaw. I arch my neck, but really, I want him in other places.
“You wanted slow,” he reminds me.
“Changed my mind,” I mumble, and he chuckles.
“There’s no rush. We’ve been waiting on this a while. We can wait a little longer.”
My throat swells, both at his surprising sentimentality and the guilt that attacks from nowhere. But words stick somewhere between my heart and my stomach, where they’re safe from his ears and where they torture me alone.
He kisses my collarbone, my shoulder, before finding my breast again.
I moan as his hot tongue flicks my nipple, the guilt slipping away and replaced by heat.
“You like that.”
My hands stroke over his chest and shoulders on a sigh. “It’s okay.”
He squeezes my other breast and sucks hard on the first. My hips snap up so hard I might break something, except that his pin me to the bed.
Once he’s reduced me to a writhing mess, he touches between my thighs again only to pull back, his gorgeous face wickedly determined. “Don’t come.”
“Excuse me?”
“The first time you come, you'll do it on my cock.”
Filthy. My best friend is filthy, and I want all of it.
He strips off his underwear and my throat dries.
He’s long and thick, and I can’t decide if I want to wrap my fingers around his crown and rub my thumb in the liquid beading the tip or whether I want to suck him into my mouth, as deep as he’ll go.
Ben doesn’t seem to be on board with either plan. He’s already tearing into the condom.