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I smiled. “I’m glad she thought of it.”
He ripped one off, sheathing himself. “Me, too.”
Then he was back in position, hovering over me, his expression serious. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, then said the words, “Yes.” And when he still didn’t respond, I added, “Please.”
With a groan, he was inside me, filling me. I ran my hands over the rippling muscles in his back. My hips lifted to meet his, the muscles in his arms bulging. He quickened his pace, and I held onto his arms for the ride.
We were quickly spiraling toward that white heat I wanted to feel with him. A blinding orgasm. Oblivion. I wanted to forget everything. My past. All the reasons Ben was a terrible idea and why we couldn’t be together.
There was nothing but his cock inside me, filling me up, making me whole, even if it was only for a few short minutes. He kissed my lips, my neck, my breasts. It was like he needed that touch to reassure himself.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured over my skin.
I didn’t need the words, but the reverent expression on his face was everything. It was real for him. He wanted me.
I didn’t doubt that revelation. The certainty washed over me like dew on a warm spring morning. Ben Monroe wanted me, and I wasn’t going to question it.
“I want you to come with me.” Ben’s tone was determined.
I whimpered underneath him. I was right there, suspended over the precipice, needing something to send me over. Sensing my desperation, Ben pressed his finger to my clit, and I detonated, bucking underneath him. A white light blinded me as he thrust one more time to the hilt. His forehead pressed against mine; he groaned his release.
I’d never experienced anything like that, not even with Levi. It was explosive, mind-altering. And I knew it would only get better.
There was a chemistry between us that made everything more enhanced.
“Let me take care of this.” He kissed my lips and lifted himself off me.
The cool air quickly chilled my heated skin, leaving me feeling bereft. I was coming down fast. Alone in his bedroom, I couldn’t help but panic, wondering what I’d been thinking to fuck him in his parents’ house. Ben Monroe, the guy who pushed all my buttons. The one who held my future in his hands.
I blinked when he came back in, his face soft, his eyes filled with affection. He slid into the bed, pulling me against him. The touch of his skin against mine felt real and solid. It made me question whether I was overreacting. Did he hold my future in his hands, or was that giving him too much power?
Could we keep our businesses separate from our personal lives? It was a pipe dream for sure. There was almost zero chance that any of what happened was a good idea. No matter how good it felt.
He kissed my forehead, his lips hovering there. “You’re freaking out.”
There was no point in denying it. “Yep.”
“Can you relax and let go? Just for a few minutes? I want to enjoy this.”
“I’m sorry.” Old insecurities rose to the surface. I’d questioned everything after my divorce. What had I missed?
I moved to get out of his arms, but he tightened them around me. “Don’t go.”
I didn’t want to, but I needed to. “This isn’t a good idea.”
He loosened his arms, and I moved to stand next to the bed. “Why not?”
“I don’t do this.” I didn’t stand naked in front of guys, leaving myself vulnerable. I grabbed the first thing I saw—Ben’s shirt—and pulled it over my head. It felt marginally better to be covered, but my heart still felt exposed.
Ben propped one hand behind his head, examining me. “What? Relationships? Sex?”
I grimaced. “Any of it. I’ve tried, but it hasn’t gone well.”
“Why didn’t it?” he asked gently.
It was a valid question. One I believed I owed him, but I wasn’t ready.
