Twisted Love (Modern Romance #3) - Piper Lawson Page 0,71
circling her wrist with my hand. The metal bracelet feels cold and harsh against the warmth of her skin.
I unfasten it with one hand, slipping it off her, and I reach across to set it on the nightstand.
I’m glad I’m done letting my mistake come between us when she’s been nothing but honest and open and loyal. I’m sure as hell not letting her leave tonight.
Maybe ever.
But before I sleep, I can’t kick the thought that a lot can go wrong in forever.
24
I wake from a dream of being in a workout class that doesn’t end. My muscles ache, every limb heavy as my face slides on exquisite and unfamiliar sheets.
I should get up—the sun's peeking around the corners of the blackout curtains—but when I shift to the edge of the bed, a possessive arm bands around me and drags me back.
“It's Saturday. You’re not leaving.”
Ben's low growl lifts the hairs on my arms, my neck. I look into his handsome face, dark lashes still heavy on his cheeks, lips parted but with no less determination now that he's horizontal.
“But I’m sticky.” My hand strokes up his chest and around his neck, relishing every inch of hard muscle and smooth skin before threading experimentally in his thick hair.
“We’re both sticky." He tugs my hips against his, the hardness already there.
I don't resist when his mouth claims mine.
The memory of his words makes me insanely, deliriously happy.
“What do I need?”
“Me.”
There was no room for doubt when we came together again through the night until we were tangled and sweaty and exhausted in the dark.
It felt like everything he said with his body meant more than words.
Now, despite the soreness, I’m lighter than I have been in ages.
I reach for my panties, the scrap of lace hanging off the side of the bed, and hold them up. “Well, these are ruined.”
He props up on his elbows, surveying the evidence and me with a perplexed frown that’s sexy and endearing at once. “I’ll buy you another pair for every day of the week."
“That’s kind of sweet.”
“It’s self-serving. I’ll fuck you until they’re all ruined too.”
Holy. His slow grin is so knowing, it should some with a censor’s warning.
I’ll never get used to my best friend like this. He’s tormentor and comforter, wicked and sweet, dirty and… okay, mostly dirty.
Not that I’m complaining. It’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
“You’re filthy,” I say.
“You’re exquisite.”
He lifts me and carries me to the bathroom. If it should feel awkward, it doesn't. He’s even more gorgeous naked than clothed, which should be impossible but isn’t. His body is hard lines and planes, strong shoulders and pecs, chiseled abs and an ass that makes me wish my nails were longer so I could dig into it when he’s rocking into me in that relentless, punishing rhythm. Except that I want to touch every inch of him. I'm rediscovering my best friend in entirely new ways.
Ben sets me down next to the huge, glassed-in shower and he turns it on.
"You should really have a bathtub in here," I comment. "A clawfoot soaker tub."
“You sleep over one time and you’re telling me what my condo should look like?” The teasing threat hangs in his tone, and I snort it away.
“You'd be lost without me.” His grin fades, and I turn back to the shower. "I've had nightmares about falling in the shower.”
He reaches for a drawer under the vanity. “Then it’s time to get over those fears.”
His smug voice is sexy, and he slaps a pack of condoms on the soap rack.
How much endurance does this man have? I think I want to find out.
I step under the spray, loving his gaze on me. The water feels almost as good as his dark eyes.
My fingers dig into his strong biceps when he joins me in the shower. “There must be a trick to it.”
He’s looking at me as if I’m cute. "The trick is you hang on to me."
"It's not an irrational fear. I fell and hit my head off the built-in soap holder when I was a kid. Needed stitches and everything." I lift my hair and show him the spot at my hairline.
He traces it gently with a finger. "I promise I won't let you get a concussion. But I'm still going to fuck you, because I need it. Turn around.”
I put my hands on the sleek tile and Ben presses me against it. I’m rewarded by his fingers between my thighs, his other palm on my ass.