once and he pulled my hips tight against his, holding me still.
I kissed his mouth and then his throat as he finally relaxed beneath me. My legs felt limp and numb. I hoped he didn't mind me sitting here for a little while longer because there was no way I could move off of him under my own steam.
I also hoped he wanted to do this again, because once definitely wasn't going to be enough.
5
"Sierra."
I lifted my head from Ben's shoulder. "Yes?"
"I need to deal with the condom."
"Okay." I dropped my head back to its original position.
Ben's body shook as he laughed. "You have to move first."
"Uh, that might be a problem seeing as I can't feel anything below my waist."
His body shook harder and his laughter became audible. "Want me to give you a hand?"
"Sounds good."
It took a little maneuvering, but Ben managed to shift me back and change our position so he was on top and my legs were around his waist. He reached between us to hold the condom as he pulled out of me. I turned my head and watched as he disappeared through a door on the left side of the room. A light came on inside before the door closed, so I assumed it was the bathroom.
I wanted to climb under the comforter but my body didn't want to cooperate, so I lay on the bed with one arm over my head and the other resting on my belly. It was probably stupid to feel shy now anyway. He'd already seen everything. Well, almost everything.
I closed my eyes and told myself that as soon as he came out I would get up and get dressed. It had been a few years since I'd done the one-night stand thing but I knew most guys liked for you to get out of their space as quickly as possible afterwards. Unless they wanted to go a second round. Which I kind of hoped he did. Maybe I should just wait and see. That would be convenient anyway considering I wasn't sure I could get off the bed.
I heard the toilet flush and water run for a minute or two before the bathroom door opened. I didn't open my eyes because I was too relaxed.
"Did you pass out on me?" he asked. The bed dipped as he sat down next to me.
"No," I answered without lifting my eyelids. "Just trying to gather my energy to get up and get dressed."
I felt a light tug on my hair as he ran his fingers through the ends. "I was hoping you'd stick around so we could do that again later."
I opened one eye and looked up at him. "I'll need water, a nap, and possibly snacks, but I would definitely be interested."
Ben chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair once more. If I could purr, I would have because it felt amazing. Any other time I would have been offended by a man petting me like a cat, but right now I was too blissed out and limp to care.
"I think I can take care of all three of those things. But I know what will wake you right up," he said.
Before I could ask him what he meant, he hefted me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried me into the bathroom. Don't ask me how, but I knew exactly what he was about to do and I wanted no part of it.
"Don't you dare stick me in a cold shower, Ben Murphy," I yelled, wiggling like a fish on a hook. One of his arms was clamped around my waist and the other around the backs of my thighs. There was no escape.
"How about a hot shower?" he asked right before he bit my hip. It was a love bite and barely stung but I still yelped because I wasn't expecting it.
I sighed, though I had absolutely no problem with being wet and naked with Ben. Especially if I got to spend more time staring at his tattoos and learning the dips and curves of his very nice body. A girl needs some good memories after all. "Fine, but it better boil the skin from my body. I don't like lukewarm showers."
"I'll see what I can do."
He set me on my feet inside the shower and I looked around in awe. It was easily large enough for four people and he had heads and jets on three walls. He even had a rainfall