“I did.” It was red, with his favorite kind of tie on the side. I’d bought it as a present for myself—Ben too, I guessed. From the way he was looking at me, it had been well worth the money.
“Gorgeous, baby.” He shook his head. “I’m taking you upstairs before anyone else sees you. I don’t think I can take on my whole team, but I’ll try if I have to.”
I laughed. “Literally no one is—”
He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me into him, his mouth brushing my ear.
“Not taking chances,” he murmured. “Not tonight.”
Inside our hotel room, Ben peppered me with kisses on my neck and cheeks as he asked me about my day and how the flight was. As he unwrapped me, he asked if there was anything I wanted to see while we were in LA. He sat on the edge of the bed, standing me between his legs as he told me what his schedule was going to be on game day.
He pushed my dress off my shoulders, his breath hitching. “Damnit, Mazzy Belle. You’re killing me.”
My lacy black teddy wasn’t exactly travel friendly, and the stunned look on Ben’s face made the sacrifice worth it. His mouth opened and closed. He stared at me, his eyes trailing over the lace barely covering my curves. Finally, after what felt like forever, he gripped my hips and brought me to him, kissing the open space around my belly button.
His fingers dug into my ass, slipping into the valley where the lace disappeared. He grumbled as he touched me, mouthed my stomach, rubbed his face against my middle. Then he lay back on the bed, bringing me with him. I landed on his chest with an “Ooof,” and he wasted no time latching onto my mouth with his.
He kissed me breathless then started all over again. It was overwhelming in the best way. My insecurities were so far in the background, I could barely think of them, let alone identify them. Ben wanted me. Hewantedme. The only time I’d ever experienced the same kind of heat was…well, with him. Five years ago. On a little island where the outside world didn’t exist.
Here we were again, fully in our real lives, the fire between us burning just as bright. I might not have had a lot of experience, but I was smart enough to know this wasn’t common.
His mouth broke from mine. “I need you on my face. Will you do that for me, baby?”
“For you?” I laughed at the idea that me sitting on his face was forhim. “If you want that, I will, but I need you to tell me what to do.”
His mouth hitched. “That’s no problem.” He gripped my hips, tugging me upward. “Climb up here, put your knees on either side of my head, and hold on to the headboard.”
I crawled up his long body, my heart in my throat. He’d make this so good, he’d pull me out of my thoughts again, but I had to get there first.
Once I made it to where he’d told me to be, hovering over his face, I gave in. Closing my eyes, I let him position me how he wanted, pulling me down until there was no space between my pussy and his mouth.
The moment he undid the snaps on my lingerie, his face buried between my thighs, he inhaled. Gripping my ass, he spread me wide, tugging me deeper onto his mouth.
My head fell onto my arms braced on the top of the headboard, and when he dragged his tongue along my seam, taking a taste of me for himself, a long moan slipped from me.
For once, he didn’t speak. He was all action and concentration, and I was the center of it. He touched me everywhere, and as nervous as it made me to give myself over to him, I wanted it too badly to let that stop me. Ben was an experience—a joyride and whirlwind I’d willingly climbed aboard.
My moans came faster, my belly coiling tighter and tighter. I could barely hold myself up, but Ben had me in his palms. He wanted me lower—sitting on him—and it was impossible to fight him.
His hands roamed, playing with my entrance one second then the puckered flesh farther back the next. He sucked on my clit and reached up to toy with my nipples through my lacy lingerie.He was everywhere, all at once, and I was vibrating, restless and needy, so hot I wanted to claw off my skin, but far too weak to even try.
He brought me over the edge with ease and kept licking me through it, building me up all over again. Pushing and pushing, two fingers inside me, another pressing on my back hole, lapping at my throbbing clit.
“Ben, Ben, Ben,” I rasped. “It’s too much.”
I didn’t mean it, and he kept going, wringing pleasure and pain out of me until it was an amalgamation of both. Something new and different I couldn’t identify but needed like oxygen. And Ben kept giving it to me then stealing it away for himself until I was nothing but a worn-out husk with no bones to hold me up.
That was when he took me in his arms and laid me on my back. He moved over me, kissing my lips. His were warm from my body and slick from my pleasure. I licked him, taking my taste into my mouth.
Reaching between us, I slipped my hand into his athletic shorts and wrapped my fingers around his length. He jerked at first contact then went still, staring at me as I caressed him.
“Tell me you have a condom.”
“I do.” He reared back to his knees and took a condom from his pocket, letting it fall on the bed beside us. “You ready for me, baby?”
“More than.” I lifted my foot to his hip, giving it a shove. “But you’re wearing too many clothes. I want to see you.”
He raised a brow. “You want it fast or a show?”
