The Stillness Of You(24)
She didn't have to ask twice. I reached for her and wound my hand into that mess of hair, sliding my mouth across hers, my tongue seeking hers, dancing with hers while my other hand rested on the tips of her perfect breasts.
She pushed into me and I kissed my way along her neck, trailing a line all the way down until I licked and suckled her nipple.
Her hands were in my hair, her fingers sharp along my skull, but she made that fucking throaty sound again and I growled against her wanting more. My hands slipped down her waist and I hooked into her skirt. With one strong pull it was around her feet and she stood before me in nothing but a pair of the sexiest pale blue panties I'd ever seen.
I could barely breathe at this point and hiked her legs around my waist, grunting in pleasure-or maybe pain-when she hooked them around me, her hot crotch pushed against my erection. I pulled her in, her breasts flush to my chest and her mouth on mine.
I don't know how long we kissed. It could have been a few seconds or a few minutes. All I knew when the fog in my head finally cleared was that I needed to get Georgia into my bedroom and fast.
I carried her through the rain and into my house, not stopping until we were in my bedroom.
Until she was on my bed, her entire body wet, glistening from the rain. Those big eyes regarded me in silence, moving down my body until they rested on the huge bulge in my jeans.
"Ben, if we do this-"
"Oh we're doing this, Georgia." I unzipped my jeans and tore the wet denim off until I stood before her in a pair of white boxers that showed off every hard, engorged inch of my cock. I liked the way her eyes stayed there. The way her tongue darted out again and the way she moved her hips as if she was ready for me.
It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
"There's no turning back now, Peaches. I can't promise that I'll fuck you nice and slow even though you deserve it, because babe, I'm already there. But I can promise that it will be hot. And you'll be screaming my name before it's done."
I yanked on my boxers, suddenly free, and then I knelt on the floor beside the bed, hands reaching for her knees. "I want to see you," I said gruffly. "All of you."
She lifted her hips. I tugged on her panties.
And then every inch of her was mine.
Chapter Eighteen
Georgia
If you could die from anticipation I was there. I was there and I was in it and I was dying.
Ben Lancaster dressed in jeans and a T-shirt was hot.
Ben Lancaster standing at the end of the bed totally naked was a goddamn miracle. The man was beautiful. As if his wide shoulders, tapered waist and chiselled abs weren't enough, there was his sexy tattoo-I was a sucker for tats-and well, his erection was impressive. Really, really, impressive.
His dark eyes glittered almost as if they were fevered and when he fell to his knees and placed his hands on my legs I wanted to cry because it felt so good to be touched that way. To have someone as amazing as Ben look at me as if I was special.
"You're so fucking beautiful." His voice was husky and deep.
His breath was warm along my thigh and it took a bit of nudging on his part, but my legs gave way and I was fully exposed to him. A blush crept up my neck and along my face, which was weird. I was no angel. I'd been in this situation before but it was different this time.
Ben was different.
I'd never felt this much raw need and desire to connect with someone. Never. It pressed hard, making it difficult to breathe, difficult to think. And I can't lie. It was scary as hell.
This was different on so many levels. I didn't just want to fuck. I wanted something deeper.
I wanted to matter.
His mouth moved slowly and I shuddered when his hands gripped my thighs, when he held them apart, and when he kissed me down there. I think I moaned-I'm sure I did-and I almost felt him smile against me.
And then his tongue and fingers were on me. In me. Stroking. Licking. Sucking. I was going crazy and the pressure inside was red hot. It was exquisite and as the ball of ecstasy widened and throbbed and then exploded, it was his name on my lips. His face in my mind.
His head in my hands as I held him there.
Ben.
And then he was kissing his way up my belly, his hands on my breasts, fingers rubbing my nipples.
"Oh God, Ben," I whispered when he opened his mouth and sucked on my nipple, his tongue working it while he pulled and nipped.
I could barely catch my breath and he grinned up at me, "God has nothing to do with it, Peaches."
Peaches. He'd called me that earlier as if it was his pet name for me. I fucking loved it.
Our eyes held each other and for one intense moment we connected-really connected-and I reached for him, coaxing him up because I had to kiss him. I had to show him how I felt inside because I knew there was no way I'd ever be able to explain it.
I kissed him as if he was the air in my lungs. As if he was the blood in my veins. As if I needed him to live. And then I trailed a bunch of kisses down his neck, my hands all over his shoulders, falling to his abs and then lower.
He moved slightly giving me room and I gazed into his eyes, loving the way his pupils dilated when my fingers found the hard length of him.
"Shit, Georgia." His voice was hoarse, the veins on the side of his neck stood bulging as I slowly stroked every inch of him from the base to the top.
"I can't," he said roughly. "I won't last."
When he rolled away and grabbed a condom, I felt lost. I wanted him on me. Against me.
In me.
Sweat beaded along his forehead and I pushed away his rain dampened hair as he moved over me, his large body hot and hard. He cradled my face between his hands and as his mouth reached for me, as his tongue danced with mine, he eased inside me.
Our eyes were open. I couldn't look away. I couldn't speak. I couldn't utter one single sound.
It was as if this perfect moment was suspended in time and I would always remember what it felt like this first time. We weren't fucking. We were making love.
His eyes were hooded as he began to move and he groaned into me. "I knew you would feel like this. So hot, and tight, and fucking perfect."
I still couldn't speak, but ran my hands along his shoulders as my hips met him thrust for thrust. We were perfect together. We fit in a way I had never experienced. Call it corny or stupid or whatever, but this guy was made for me.
He hiked my leg higher and our rhythm increased as we strained against each other, into each other, long slow strokes that gradually increased. He murmured all kinds of things in my ear but I couldn't tell you what they were.
His mouth was everywhere, licking and sucking, driving me crazy. On my breasts, against my mouth. There beneath my ear.
And when I felt that pressure build and expand I grabbed him and dragged his mouth back to mine. I kissed him, throwing everything I was feeling into that moment.
I came just before he did and our worlds shattered together.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
How in hell did you top something like this?
For the longest time, Ben held himself over me, this weight on his elbows as he pulsed inside me. As our connection solidified. I felt his heart against my palms, his warmth along my skin and I never wanted him to leave.
"That was … " God, I couldn't vocalize what was in my head.
Ben leaned forward and kissed my cheek so tenderly it brought tears to my eyes.
"Yeah," he said softly. "It was."
I woke up to a dark room, a hard body pressed into my back and one arm slung over my waist. I could tell by the way he was breathing that Ben was asleep, and for a few moments I laid there, not wanting to be anywhere else, tucked into his body as if I belonged.
I rested my head against him and listened to the rain that still fell outside as I gazed up through the glass ceiling above his bed. It was awesome lying here with Ben, underneath a dark rain-soaked sky.
I didn't want it to end. Ever.
My throat tightened at the thought and I had to mentally smack myself down. How in hell could I be thinking of forever when A) we'd just met a few weeks ago and B) I was messed up.
Why would Ben want to get involved with someone as fucked up as me? A girl who had no idea if she would be healthy next week, let alone next month? As soon as he found out about the ‘before' me, he'd either run or worse, he'd try to fix me. And there was no way he could do that.