For once, I don’t speak, don’t say something to kill the mood. I put my hands on his face, turn his head back to mine, and kiss him again. I take his hand and lead him to the house, desperately feeling around in my oversized bag for my house keys.
Bugs swarm around the porch light. I swat them away and finally get the damn key. My hands are trembling as I push it into the lock. I turn the key, madly opening the door. We step inside and I throw my purse onto the ground. Ser Pounce hisses at Ben from the couch.
That’s right. Be jealous. Someone else is sleeping in my bed tonight. Maybe. Probably? We’ll end up in bed, I’m sure. But I don’t think much sleeping is going to happen.
The heat of the moment has cooled down a bit. I swallow, take my shoes off, and look at Ben with wide eyes, not sure what to do now. He steps out of his shoes and reaches for me, hands sliding around my waist and under my shirt.
My heart lurches in my chest. He draws me in until my breasts smash into his firm chest. He’s looking right into my eyes, confident, calm, so damn sure of himself and what he’s going to do next.
He brushes my hair back and kisses me softly, pulling back and moving his lips to my neck. A shiver runs through me, and I’m so fucking wet. I want him now. Like now now.
My breath leaves me and he takes a step forward, and now I’m pressed between Ben’s body and the wall. In the heels, I’m close to his height. Without them, I can feel his cock harden against my stomach.
He breaks away and rests his forehead against mine. “Want that glass of wine?” he asks.
I want a tall glass of you.
I nod, but don’t move. Ben is still holding me against the wall, after all. “If you do,” I pant. He grinds his hips into mine and sucks at the skin on my neck. I run my hands through his hair and gasp when his teeth clip me.
Fuck the wine. Actually, fuck Ben. That’s what I want to do. I want to fuck him. My hands drop to his waist and I’m untucking his shirt from his pants without really knowing what I’m doing. His mouth is on mine again and his hands go from my waist to my breasts.
I unbuckle his belt next and pull it through the loops, letting it fall to the floor. My hand finds its way to his thigh and runs up it, feeling his erection through his pants. His tongue pushes into mine and he can’t kiss me hard enough. I move my hands up to his chest and give him a gentle shove. He takes a step back, not letting me go, and stumbles over our discarded shoes. We take another step back then pause to grope each other.
“Wine?” I say between kisses.
“Later,” he growls. “I fucking want you.”
Holy shit. “Okay,” I say and am too swept up in the moment to get embarrassed. I take his hand and turn, leading him into my room. As soon as I’m through the door, Ben’s arms wrap around my waist. He lifts me up, and my legs go around him. He takes a few steps to the bed then tosses me down and advances, pinning me to the mattress with his body.
I’m so hot for him I can hardly stand it. He kisses me, slowly trailing his mouth down my neck, kissing my collarbone. He sits up just enough to grab the hem of my top. I push up and hold my arms above my head. He pulls it off and lets it drop on the floor next to us.
He looks at me, and all I can think is how I ate too much at dinner. Booze makes me bloat. These pants are too tight along my waist and my pushin’ for the cushin’ spills out too much. I should have worn the mother-effing Spanx.
He lets out a moan. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
I’m so glad I don’t have the stupid Spanx on. It’s awkward to take them off, anyway.
“You really think so?” I blurt and he nods. “Tell me again.”
His eyes glimmer and I realize he thinks I’m attempting to dirty talk and dominate, not seeking reassurance.
Desire burns in his eyes, and he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. “You’re a fucking knock-out.” He buries his head between my breasts, sucking and kissing. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with one hand, faster than I can unhook it myself and I wear the damn thing every day. Well, nearly every day.
I roll the straps down my arms. Ben moves it out of the way, grinding his cock into me as he gazes at my breasts. He groans and dives down, taking one in his mouth, tongue circling my erect nipple. I toss my head back and rake my fingers through his hair. I’ve never gotten off on nipple stimulation. Really, it did nothing for me.
Until now.
My whole body is alive, humming with pleasure of what’s to come. It’s going to be fucking epic, I know it.
I don’t even realize he’s unbuttoned my jeans until he starts to pull them down. I lift my hips to allow them to come free, bending my knees and pulling my legs out. The jeans join my shirt and bra on the floor.