Chapter 24 #3
“Open the door like this more often, and we’ll be just fine,” I say, taking in his appearance.
“Noted.” Ben chuckles, reaching for my suitcase.
He doesn’t move in for a kiss like I’ve become accustomed to, only making the wings dance faster in my belly.
When he steps out of the doorway, I begin to walk past him, but he grabs my wrist, pulling me into a hard kiss.
The soft sigh at the contact makes me smile.
The perspiration on his skin instantly soaks into my shirt, but I don’t care.
All that matters right now is this feeling—being in his arms, feeling his lips on mine, and hearing his voice.
Everything about this moment finally begins to curb my nerves.
“I missed that,” Ben whispers against my lips with another chaste kiss before pulling away.
“Remind me to tell work to fuck off next time they ask me to leave you,” I say, following him farther into the room.
Yet another place that has more square footage than the place I call home.
Immediately off the entry hallway is a bathroom wrapped in bold black-and-white marble.
The shower takes up the entire back half of the room.
A free-standing soaker tub sits behind the glass walls in front of floor-to-ceiling windows.
Past the bathroom is a living space where the television shows the first inning of the Royals game.
There’s a half-drank cup of coffee on the wooden square coffee table, and a tray of empty breakfast dishes.
A wall separates this room from the bedroom, which includes a panoramic view of the park below and the city skyline.
My attention is immediately drawn to the view outside the floor-to-ceiling windows that make up the entire exterior wall.
His fingers slip through my belt loops, pulling my back flush against his chest. Ben kisses my bare shoulder before resting his chin there.
We stand, wrapped in each other, staring out over the Houston landscape for what feels like an eternity.
The longer we’re here, the heavier the air becomes, as if a rain cloud hangs above our heads, waiting to unleash its fury.
I feel his chest rise and fall with a sigh before, “Sloane, I—”
“I’m sorry,” I say first, turning in his arms. My fingers interlace at the base of his skull, playing with the hair there. “I’m sorry for being weird and distant. It’s this story…But it’s done now, and I can’t promise it won’t happen again, but I can promise I’ll do my best to avoid it.”
Ben stares down at me. His eyes roam across my face—searching for what, I don’t know—before they meet mine. His thumb traces my lower lip, biting down on his own. I wonder what he’s thinking, but I’m not sure now is the time to ask.
When he leans in, I meet him halfway. The moment I part my lips, his tongue dips inside, and a fire licks at every nerve ending. His hands move to my waistband, popping the button of my jeans with such ease it’s almost intimidating. He rips the hem of my tank top from my pants and over my head.
“Ben, the windows,” I mumble against his lips when they find mine again.
“We’re twenty-five stories up. I could fuck you against that window, and no one on the street would know the difference.
” Ben pulls back to stare down at me, a brow cocked.
“Would you like that, Honey?” He urges me backward, and I gasp as my back hits the cool glass, my hips pinned against the window by his own.
“I’ll make you a deal,” he says, pushing his thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and jeans.
“I’ll fuck you with my tongue right here, against this window, before I take you over to that bed and make you come two more times before my sister shows up. ”
“You sound awfully sure of yourself,” I tease, pulling my bottom lip between my teeth.
Ben’s lips curl into the first full smile since I arrived.
His eyes darken at the challenge before he swoops down to claim my mouth in a possessive kiss.
He cradles my face, changing the angle of our mouths to delve deeper into mine.
His fingers ghost over my skin, barely touching me, but the sensation lights my nerves on fire.
He takes both my wrists in one hand and secures them above my head, the window glass ice-cold against my burning skin.
Ben peppers kisses down my jaw, my neck, and my chest, sinking to his knees before me.
Pressing another kiss to my stomach above the waistband of my jeans, the anticipation grows inside me, already tightening the coil in my belly.
How does this man have this kind of effect on me?
He hasn’t even touched me, but just the thought of it brings me closer to the edge.
My jeans and underwear are discarded with a simple tug, and normally, I’d be utterly embarrassed to have my ass pressed up against a huge window overlooking the city, but right now? All I care about is how many seconds before the man puts his mouth where I need him most.
I moan when one of his thick fingers swipes between my legs, followed by his own sound of pleasure when he brings it to his lips, sucking it clean.
“Damn, you taste so fucking good, Honey,” Ben practically purrs.
“If I wasn’t a man of my word, I’d bend you over the side of that bed and fuck you.
” He looks up at me from under his lashes, and my chest heaves with heavy pants.
With a breathy laugh, his hands come to my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before he lifts my left leg over his shoulders. “Too bad I am.”
Ben spreads my center and blows against my entrance, and my hips buck forward at the sensation.
One finger swipes up my center, followed by his tongue, and he lets his nose brush against my clit.
My head falls back against the window, and my fingers thread through the thick strands of his hair when his mouth returns.
I buck against him when his tongue dips through my slit, followed by two fingers. “Oh my god,” I gasp at the combination. Was it this good the first time? No, this is better—so much better. Every time we’re together is better than the last.
He hums against me, a sound of sheer pleasure as he flutters his tongue over my clit.
A cry escapes my lips, and I buck against his mouth again when he flattens his tongue against my clit and curls his fingers.
Ben suckles the bud while his fingers continue to slide in and out of me, but it’s the look on his face that throws fuel on my already burning core.
His eyes flutter open, as if he can feel my gaze on him, and he smiles.
That smile makes me weak in the knees, but Ben—and the window—is there to catch me, tightening his grip on my thigh to steady me.
I feel like I’m going to combust, as my heart hammers against my chest, spreading the scorching flame across my body.
I cry out his name as the pressure in my belly begs to be relieved.
I’m one step from coasting the waves of ecstasy.
He spreads me wider than before and dips his tongue between my folds again.
My thighs quake beneath me, fingers digging into his scalp, directing him exactly where to go.
Every flick of his tongue and crook of his fingers draws me closer.
I suck in a harsh breath when he latches onto my clit, my thighs squeezing his head.
When his teeth graze the sensitive bundle of nerves, it sends me soaring.
A scream tears through me, shockwaves of pleasure rolling through me. He pushes thick fingers inside me while I ride the waves of my orgasm, grinding against his hand as he laps up the remainder of my release. He ends with a final suckle on my clit.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, slumping back against the window.
Even with my eyes closed, I can feel him—a tug on that invisible string connecting us, telling me he’s near.
His lips find my heated skin, kissing my shoulder, my collarbone, my neck, my jaw, and finally my lips.
I can taste myself on his tongue, and it ignites a new spark inside me.
“Bed,” he commands, and I obey. “Turn around.” One of his feet comes between mine, wedging a space between them to widen my stance. With one hand flat against my spine, he eases me down to the bed. “I don’t have a condom.”
“That’s fine. I’m covered,” I say, not even caring if I wasn’t. The only thing on my mind right now is him.
Ben covers my body with his and drags his cock through my slit. My fingers grasp hard against the duvet when the tip brushes against my clit. His lips ghost between my shoulder blades as he continues to tease me, drawing a soft whimper from me.
I sound pathetic, desperate and needy, but that’s exactly what I am. I shudder when his tongue leaves a wet trail up my spine, and in one smooth motion, he slips inside me.
A moan rumbles in his chest, and I feel it against my back. “So fucking good.”
We mold together, moving in perfect harmony. When I open my eyes, I catch a glimpse of our reflection in the mirror that hangs on the wall beside the armoire. Holy shit, that’s so fucking hot. I can’t look away, mesmerized by the display.
Ben’s left hand presses down in the center of my spine; his right hand holds a bruising grip on my hip.
His eyes are sealed tight, his mouth agape, and his cock buries deep inside me with every roll of his hips.
A moan falls from his lips when I clench my walls around him, eyes opening to meet my gaze in the mirror.
He smirks, staring straight into my eyes as he thrusts harder.
I cry out with each one, reaching a new depth.
I whimper, clutching the duvet beneath us. “Ben, I’m so close…”
“You want to come, Honey? Then let me hear it,” he says, still holding my gaze in the mirror. I don’t dare look away.
“Please.” A shuddering breath escapes me with each one of his thrusts.
“Be a good girl and tell me what you need.”