I bit my lip. “A fast show?”
Ben smiled like the devil himself. “Fast show it is.”
He hopped off the bed with easy, athletic grace, bracing one hand on the wall, androllinghis hips at me. Something told me this wasn’t the first time he’d done this. His moves were far too experienced.
I didn’t know whether to laugh or drool. Then he shook his very nicely bubbled ass, and I couldn’t help myself.
“Oh my god,” I wheezed, covering my face as he started to lower his athletic shorts one inch at a time.
“Nope.” He pulled my hands away from my face. “Eyes on me, Mazzy Belle. This is premium entertainment.”
He peeled off his shirt, dragging it over his head in one smooth pull. His chest was broad and golden, thick muscles roping across lightly haired pecs down to his cut stomach, every dip and ridge so outrageously carved, he was almost unreal.
I whimpered, and he definitely heard. His chest puffed up, and he preened as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and tugged them the rest of the way down, revealing the thick, solid slabs of his thighs. They were so strong, they could have snapped me in two.
Why did that idea turn me on so much?
“You like these?” He slapped the outside of his thigh, the sound loud enough to echo off the hotel walls. “It’s all for you, baby.”
“Ben,” I breathed, “you’re…huge.”
He winked. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Then he dropped his briefs, kicking them to the corner, and locked his hands behind his head to give me an unobstructed view. “Now what do you think?”
He was being silly, but I’d never taken him more seriously. I licked my lips, eyeing him with the appreciation he deserved. “I think you’re the hottest man I’ve ever seen in my life. I want you to come here right now.”
“For my tip?”
With a breathy giggle, I ran my hands down my body, stopping at my core. “I was hoping I’d be the one getting the tip.”
He growled, taking one threatening step forward. “Oh, you’re going to get a whole hell of a lot more than the tip, baby.”
He came back to the bed and leaned over me, eyes dark and hungry. His hands slid under my hips, lifting me, and in one powerful motion, he pulled me off the mattress and into his lap as he sat back on the edge of the bed. I found myself straddling his thick, open thighs, my legs spread over the breadth of him, his body burning hot beneath me.
He gripped my ass and dragged me against his hard length. The friction made my breath catch, my nails digging into his shoulders.
His voice dropped to a gravelly, possessive rumble. “Ride me.”
My lips parted on a shaky exhale. “Ben…”
“Come on, Mazz.” His lips brushed my jaw. “Show me exactly what you want.”
Chapter Twenty-nine
Ben
Mazzy’shandsshookasshe rolled the condom over me. She was nervous, and I probably should have felt guilty, but it turned me on. We were so familiar with each other in a lot of ways, but this was new.
Exciting was too light a word.
I was swept up in this woman. Thinking about her all the time. When she wasn’t in my presence, counting the minutes until she was again. I’d been pacing my room like a caged beast until she arrived tonight. Thank everything holy she’d been just as needy for me. The moment I’d laid eyes on her in the lobby, wearing that dress and all the lace underneath, I couldn’t have waited another second to have her without exploding.
With her in my arms, I shifted so my back was against the headboard. She pushed up on her knees, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, fingers wrapped around my cock.
She lifted her eyes to mine, and there was something soft and tender flickering behind a wall of heat. “Ben.”
“Mazzy.” I held on to her hips and my breath as she notched me at her entrance. “Take all the time you need.”
She nodded like she agreed…then sank down like a stone. Her ass hit my thighs with a slap, and both of us went utterly still. It was sudden and violent and necessary—hitting the end of her, being enveloped by her, wrapped up and locked down.
