women's eyes to him. The way he moved, the way he looked at you, it was hypnotic and addictive. Though his toned body didn't hurt, what made him sexy went so much deeper.
I smooshed the top back on my sandwich and dished out some potato salad and macaroni and cheese on my plate.
"Bar or couch?" he asked.
If we sat at the bar, we'd be side-by-side, our hips and elbows brushing as we ate. At least on the couch, I could curl up in the opposite corner.
"Couch."
Ben grinned. "I should have known."
He needed to stop smiling at me like I was the best thing he'd ever seen.
"Hurry up," I said. "I'm starving."
He shook his head. "Go sit and eat. I'll be right there."
I was going to need a lot more than two hard ciders to get through tonight without doing something stupid. Then again, coming over here was probably the stupidest thing I could have done.
I just hoped I could get out of here tonight without making it worse.
Of course it was worse. A lot worse.
After we ate, I'd stretched out on one side of Ben's huge couch, thinking I had plenty of room. When he came back from putting the food away, he plopped down right next to me and asked me to share the blanket because he was cold.
This meant that his body touched mine from shoulder to hip and, holy mother of God, every nerve ending in my body stood at attention.
And he didn't feel cold at all. In fact, he generated heat like a furnace.
The movie we were watching didn't help cool me down either. Especially when the main couple finally got down in the bedroom.
The scene was incredibly erotic and my heart started beating faster. I licked my lips and tried not to pant. The man was built a lot like Ben, with dark hair, and filmed from behind it could have been him.
Ben's body grew tight next to mine and I swear he burned hotter. He shifted next to me and I looked over.
Our eyes locked, the tension so thick that it was nearly visible. It had been building for hours. Days. Fuck, for weeks. Hell, at the moment, it could have been an eternity. All this time apart didn't stop me from wanting him.
I don't know who moved first but somehow I was straddling his lap and our lips crashed together. His hands grasped my shirt and pulled it roughly from my body. My glasses flew off with the shirt, but I didn't care. I was close enough to Ben to see everything I wanted to see.
Since he'd stripped my shirt off, I thought it was only fair I return the favor. My fingers touched the hem, but he beat me to it. He reached back and grasped a handful of fabric behind his neck, pulling the tee over his head.
My hands dove into his hair so I could direct his mouth back to mine but he buried his face in my breasts, nipping and sucking at the skin revealed by my bra. His fingers released the clasp and he stripped it off my body.
His lips were ravenous, as though he wanted to eat me alive. Ben sucked my nipple deep into his mouth, the edge of his teeth digging into my flesh just enough for me to feel them.
Fingers gripped my hips hard, grinding me down onto his hard cock. I gasped and clutched at him. My head fell back as he continued to ravage my breasts.
His lips released my nipple and he rose from the couch with me in his arms. I grabbed at him again, this time in shock because I wasn't huge, but I wasn't a lightweight either. I had hips and boobs and, yes, a little belly.
But Ben carried me into the bedroom without even breathing hard. When he dropped me on the bed, I didn't have time to move before his hands were on the waistband of my jeans. In seconds, I was completely naked.
I reached for him, but he shoved my thighs apart and buried his face between them.
I cried out as he pressed my legs wide open and used his mouth to torture me. My hips bucked under the intense sensations, but he pinned me to the bed. In mere moments, the orgasm swamped me, sucking the air from my lungs. Black dots danced before my eyes.
I was still gasping for breath and shuddering when he straightened. Ben flipped me over on my belly and dragged