12
BEN
S he wraps her arms around my neck like she’s afraid I’m going to walk away or something. She doesn’t realize that I’m done with all that. I fucked up, but I won’t make the same mistake again.
I put my hands at her waist, pulling her flush against me as she begins to talk. “I didn’t go on a date with Cole. Elana is always trying to fix me up. Honestly, I forgot that she had even tried to fix me up with someone until she reminded me that night. But I’m not the type to date more than one man.”
I nod and squeeze her. “I know that now.”
She looks up at me through her lashes. “When I met you, I wasn’t thinking anything. I wanted to kiss you, though. I wanted to go home with you, and I’ve never felt that way with anyone else… I’ve thought about that night ever since then. I wondered what went wrong and why you reacted the way you did. I didn’t know you were the Ben Barrett. I wasn’t targeting you.”
I shake my head softly. “I didn’t think you did. I realize now that I messed up and overreacted. I’m sorry, Maggie. I really am.”
She nods. “It’s fine.” She pulls back, and I’m forced to let her go. She wraps her arms around her waist and stares up at me. She has no idea that I can see every thought and every doubt on her face. She’s not sure she can trust me.
“I want to give you the whole truth, Maggie. I need to come clean.”
She swallows and grabs the chair next to her. “Okay. I’m listening.”
I take a step toward her, but I don’t touch her. We’re mere inches from each other, close enough I can feel the heat from her body, but I don’t touch her. “I’m giving you the whole truth right now, and I need you to hear me out.”
She looks at me worriedly, probably wondering what bombshell I’m about to drop on her. “I’m obsessed with you, Maggie. Since that day, I haven’t thought of anyone but you. I followed you on social media just to get a glimpse into your life, but it wasn’t enough.” I take a deep breath, knowing I need to tell her the whole truth. “I installed cameras outside your house so I could see you come and go. The cameras in the office were my idea, and I watch you walk up and down the hall, all day every day. When I found out you were doing the auction, I couldn’t sit by anymore.”
She asks me breathlessly, “You stalk me?”
I cringe. “I would never hurt you. And you know why I do it.”
She tilts her head to the side, and her eyes light up. “You want me?”
I can feel the blood coursing through my veins, and my voice drops an octave. “Oh yeah, Maggie. I want you.”
She leans toward me, and I have to ask. I may not have the right, but I need to know. “The man that you think you can’t have?—”
Her hands slide up my chest. “It’s you, Ben. You’re the one I thought I couldn’t have.”
My body trembles. “I’m yours, honey. Since the day I first saw you, I’ve been yours.”
She wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me down as she goes on her tiptoes. “You can have me, Ben.”
A shudder passes through me. I lean down and put one arm behind her back and one behind her legs before lifting her up to cradle against me. She comes to me easily and rests her hand on my chest. I don’t move. I can’t because just having her in my arms is fulfilling.
She gives me a little slap on my chest. “Now what, Mr. Barrett? What are you going to do with me now?”
That brings me out of my trance. I stalk across the house to carry her to my bedroom. “If I was a better man, I’d tell you that we can wait until you’re ready, but I’m dying for you. Instead, I’m going to spend the rest of the weekend making you forget how much pain I’ve caused you.”
She kisses my chest. “It’s okay, really. I understand why you did…”
I stand her on her feet next to my bed. “It doesn’t make it right.”
She gets a smile on her face and sits down on the bed before sliding to the middle. My hands fist at my sides the farther she moves away from me. The only reprieve I have is knowing it’s my bed she’s in.
She holds her hands up to me. “I know how you can make it up to me.”
My hips surge forward just thinking about everything I want to do to her.
I follow her path along the bed and hover over her. I want to touch and taste every part of her.
She pulls at the T-shirt she’s wearing. “Should I take this off?”
I reach for the hem. “Let me.”
She sits up, and I pull the shirt up her body. By the time it’s off, I’m already panting. Her breasts are large and rounded and jiggle with every breath. I mold my palm to her, plucking her hard peaks through the shear bra with my fingers. “Off. I need to see all of you.”
I undo the front clasp of her bra, and her breasts bounce when they are unbound. I can’t hold back. I lean forward, pressing my lips to her, suckling her.
She arches her back, pushing herself to get closer to me. I’m touching every inch of bare skin I can reach.
Her fingers tunnel through my hair before gripping the back of my head and holding me to her. She pleads with me. “Ben, please, it’s not enough. I need all of you. I want to feel your body against mine. Please.”
I pull back and take in three deep, dragging breaths.
I could come right now, but I won’t let myself. No, my pleasure won’t come until she’s fully satisfied and completely hooked on what I can give her.
I lean forward and kiss her lips. She pulls me on top of her, and I try to hold my weight off her so I don’t hurt her, but she pulls her lips from mine. “Please, Ben. Don’t hold back.”
I lean my forehead against her heaving chest. Fuck, this is too much.
“Let me take my clothes off.”
It’s an excuse to put some distance between us, but it works because she releases her hold on me. I move off the bed and stand next to it. Quickly, I remove my shirt and then my pants. My cock is hard and pulsating.
I swipe my finger on my tip, smearing the precum along my head.
She leans across the bed and reaches for my hand, pulling it to her mouth. When she brings my finger to her mouth, sucking off the evidence of my desire, it takes everything I have to stay rooted in my spot.
She pops off my finger with a smack of her lips. Her eyes are bright, and she smiles at me. “More. I want more.”
Her hand goes to my hip, and she pulls me to her. There’s no way I can resist her, even though I know this is a bad idea. As soon as she puts her lips to my manhood, my hips surge.
“Fuck,” I groan breathlessly as I put my hand on her shoulder.
She smiles before opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue. She licks me from root to tip, and my head falls back.
She’s relentless as she takes me in, stroking her tongue along my length.
Over and over, my hips pump gently until my whole body tenses. I’m close. Too close, and I know one more pump and I’ll be coming down her throat. That’s not where I want to be.
I pull my hips back, and she looks at me with a pout.
“Lie back,” I order her.
She lies back, and I pull at the shorts she has on.
With a growl from me, she lifts her hips, and I pull her panties and shorts down her legs before tossing them across the room.
Her legs automatically fall open, and I climb onto the bed, using my shoulders to fit between her legs.
I kiss her inner thighs, and she lifts her hips.
Her hand goes to the back of my head, and I lick her from her hole to her clit.
Her moans fill the room, and I don’t stop. My hips flex into the bed as I feast on her.
Her hips gyrate, pumping into my face as I kiss, lick, and suck her. I need her to come, and I need to hear her calling my name when she does it.
I pump my finger in and out of her as I circle her clit with my tongue. She releases her hold on my head, and her fingers dig into the sheets on the bed. Her body starts to jerk, and she writhes underneath me. Her whole body is taut as the orgasm shoots through her. She’s begging me, but I don’t stop. “One more. Give me one more, Maggie.”
I increase the pressure, filling her with two fingers as her warm pussy grips on to me.
She bellows my name, thrusting up against me as another orgasm spears through her body. I keep lapping at her until she’s lying limp on the bed.