The mattress shifted. A pillow disappeared from the soft wall between us. Then another. Then the last one. She scooted closer and stretched out beside me. I could just make out that she had her head propped on her arm as she stared down at me.
“No, Ranger, you should just admit you’re scared.”
My cock surged to full mast. I gripped the sheets. “I’m a lot of things right now, Sav, but scared is not one of them.” I didn’t know what fucking game she was playing, but I was more than a little interested in finding out.
“Really?” She dropped her hand to my chest and ran it down my front, to the bottom of my T-shirt.
I sucked in air between my teeth. “What’s the plan here, Sav?”
“No plan.” She gently stroked her nails across my belly, circling lower.
Sweat beaded on my forehead. My skin burned. My hard-on ached, desperate for her hand to wander lower.
She pushed against me and rested her luscious tits on my chest. Her hard nipples pressed through the thin material of her tank top. “Just thinking…”
I groaned and arched my hips. Now the game had gone too far. It needed to end. But she would have to stop it because I was beyond caring what a supremely stupid idea it would be for me to fuck her senseless. We’d cleared the air, just barely. But there was still baggage between us and long years of learning to live without each other and a hundred other reasons why this would be the second biggest mistake of my life. But with her warm body pressed against mine, I couldn’t remember a single damn one.
“We agreed to Vegas rules,” she finished her thought, her soft breath tickling my neck. She laid her hand flat on my belly and inched it closer to the waistband of my shorts. “If you’re up to it.”
I grabbed her hand, shifted onto my side, and rolled her onto her back. I held my body inches above hers and grazed my teeth along the sensitive spot she had at the base of her throat. Now it was her turn to groan and arch. Every last protective thought for either one of us flew out of my head.
I settled my hips over hers. Christ, I could feel her heat through the thin fabrics of our shorts. I rocked my cock against her. She moaned. Nearly whimpered. It was the sweet, familiar sound I still heard in my hottest dreams.
I skimmed my teeth along her earlobe and whispered, “This ‘up’ enough for you?”
11
SAVANNAH
Iwrapped my legs around Ben’s hips and reveled in his thick, hard dick stroking my clit. This was either the worst idea in the history of breakups or the best way ever to get closure.
He slid his hands under my tank top and up my sides. I shivered under his touch. He kissed me slowly and deeply. The way he touched me in so many ways at once had me on the edge of exploding in ecstasy. He pulled off my top and kissed his way down my neck, to one shoulder, as he stroked my nipples with his thumbs.
He pushed himself up long enough to slide my pajama shorts and my lacy panties down my legs and off my body, and then he settled between my legs again. He kissed one breast and sucked my nipple between his teeth, tracing his fingertips down my rib cage, over my belly, and across one hip.
I parted my legs farther, silently inviting his touch. He made a noise between a sigh and a moan, then gave me what I needed. He stroked his finger over my clit, and I sucked in my breath as I pulsed with pleasure. He stilled his hand. I arched toward him, begging for more.
“Not yet, Sav,” he whispered. “I want to savor making you come.”
His words alone nearly sent me over the edge. I panted restlessly as he stroked and kissed his way over my belly, then my thighs. When he flicked his tongue across my clit, I jerked my hips off the bed and whimpered. He licked and sucked and devoured me while making appreciative noises, like I was the most sumptuous meal he’d ever eaten.
I threw my head back andmmmedandahhhedand damn near purred. I should worry about the thinness of the walls, whether anyone was in the room next to ours, or what he thought of the sounds I couldn’t hold back.
But this was Ben.Ben.
He loved the noises I made. And he knew exactly how to draw them out of me. The exact pressure of his tongue on my clit. The gentle slide of one finger, then two inside me. The steady rhythm that didn’t change because I needed it to stay the same as the tension built in my toes, the base of my spine, my nipples. So tight, so wet, so hot where he touched me, stroked me, drove me into a mindless frenzy.
My body tensed. Sparked, then ignited. Exploded in a dazzling flash of fire, chased by crashing waves of release.
“Nnnnggg,” I managed to murmur as I came back to myself.
Ben kissed my inner thigh, then worked his way higher and kissed the sensitive spot above my collarbone. He still knew my body so well. And I knew his. I knew how much he wanted me to touch him, and I knew when I did, he would hold back and draw out his own release as long as he could. He loved the tease, and I loved to give it to him.
I tugged at his T-shirt, and he peeled it off, over his head. He nibbled his way up my neck and kissed my mouth softly. I deepened the kiss and sank my teeth gently into his lower lip. I skimmed my fingers over one of his nipples, then moved slowly downward over his chiseled torso.
His breath quickened, and he moved his lips over mine, plying open my mouth and invading me slowly andthoroughly. I slipped my hand under the waistband of his shorts and caressed the hard plane of his lower abs and stroked my fingertips over his treasure trail.
He wriggled out of his shorts. His erection pressed into my hip. I rolled until he was on his back, and now I was above him. I grinned down at him, leaning close enough so he could see me lick my lips.
