Chapter 35 Sarah
SARAH
‘Oh my God!’ I squealed when we burst into the lobby. ‘He looked so pissed off! What else did you say to him?’
‘You mean apart from saying that you told me he had a tiny cock?’ I smirked.
‘Nooo!’ I beamed. ‘He would’ve hated that!’ I chuckled as we stepped into the lift. ‘What else? Tell me everything!’
With every sweet detail Ben shared with me, my eyes bulged a little more. He’d played it perfectly.
‘You’re fucking amazing!’ I threw my arms around him. ‘Thank you!’
Ben froze and I realised I’d overstepped. We were alone in the lift, so there was no need to have any physical contact. Even though I really, really wanted to.
He’d told Trent that I did something special with my mouth that he loved, and after hearing how much Ben had stuck up for me, I had an overwhelming urge to drop to my knees and thank him properly to make that little white lie become the truth.
Just as I was imagining how it’d feel to slide Ben’s dick in my mouth, the lift doors pinged open.
‘We should…’ Ben pulled away and I realised that I was still clinging onto him.
‘Yeah, sorry,’ I said as we stepped out and headed towards our room. Once we were inside I started fiddling with my nails. ‘How long do you think we should hang around up here? Dinner’s starting soon, and if I’m not at the table on time, Mum will be pissed.’
‘Hmmm.’ Ben scrubbed his jaw. ‘My ego wants to stay up here for an hour so that he doesn’t think I’m a one-minute man, but you’re right.
We can’t let our antics get in the way of your brother’s special evening.
If Trent asks, I’ll happily say that you were so sexy that I embarrassed myself by coming too quickly, but only after I’d made you come first, of course. ’
‘Such a gent,’ I said, wondering if he really did prioritise the woman’s pleasure.
‘Always,’ Ben said. ‘Come on. We’d better get to dinner.’
The dinner actually went smoothly. Thankfully we were seated at opposite ends of the restaurant’s beach area, far away from Trent and Esme (something I’d been sure to check when I was helping to oversee the set-up earlier), so I didn’t have to see them too frequently.
But the few times that I did, Trent had a face like thunder.
And I’m not gonna lie. Seeing him so pissed off was deeply satisfying.
Ben had continued to charm every single family member that I’d introduced him to, and although there were still some guests at the bar, I’d suggested to Ben that we quit whilst we were ahead and go to our room.
I wanted to get a good night’s sleep so that I could be up early in case Adrian needed help with anything in the morning.
Sleep.
As we walked towards our room, I remembered we still had the whole one-bed situation to deal with. Shit.
I opened the room door and we stepped inside.
‘Would you like to use the bathroom first?’ Ben asked.
‘No, you go. You’ll be quicker. I’ve got to take my make-up off and do other stuff.’
‘Got it.’
Ben disappeared into the bathroom, and whilst I got my night clothes out of my case, I stared at the floor. It looked so uncomfortable. Of course it did. It was designed to walk on, not to sleep.
I pulled my pyjama shorts and top out of my case, then winced.
These were way too skimpy for Ben to see.
I’d packed based on the assumption that I’d have my own room.
If I’d known I’d be sharing with Ben, then I would’ve…
well, I didn’t know what I would’ve worn.
Sexy lingerie would’ve been way too obvious.
Just as I was contemplating whether I should wear a T-shirt to bed instead, Ben strode out of the bathroom in just his boxers.
Lord have mercy.
As if seeing his ridiculously sculptured chest and beefy arms wasn’t enough, my poor eyes (and my weeping vagina) now had to look at his thick thighs and muscular legs.
‘All yours.’ Ben smiled and I wished he was talking about his body rather than the bathroom.
‘Th-thanks,’ I said, trying to drag my eyes away from the gorgeousness in front of me.
I literally darted in the bathroom and whilst I was in there, removing my make-up, getting changed and wrapping my hair in a silk scarf, I reminded myself that this was all supposed to be pretend. I couldn’t keep thinking or fantasising about Ben.
When I came out, Ben was on the floor, wrapped in a blanket and with his head on a cushion from one of the armchairs.
‘I said I’d take the floor!’ I stood in front of him, my arms crossed.
Ben’s eyes widened, then I was sure I saw them roam from my bare thighs up to my chest and back again.
‘I…’ he stuttered. ‘No. I told you earlier, I’m sleeping on the floor.’
The room fell silent.
My mind raced, wanting to make a suggestion, but knowing that I shouldn’t because it had big mistake written all over it.
Ben and I just stared at each other. I supposed I should be grateful that he was wrapped in that blanket so that I wouldn’t have to fight the urge to stare at his body.
Didn’t really matter, though, because my brain had already taken a video of him striding out of the bathroom looking like a snack, so even if he was wearing ten puffa jackets right now, that reel would still be playing on repeat in my head until the end of time.
‘Maybe we could just both sleep in the bed,’ I said before I had a chance to change my mind.
It was the only fair and logical solution.
I didn’t want Ben to sleep on the floor and he clearly wasn’t going to take no for an answer. And if I was being honest, I didn’t want to sleep on the floor either.
‘Are you sure you won’t be uncomfortable sharing a bed with me?’ His brow furrowed.
I wanted to tell him that I was certain that I would be extremely uncomfortable sleeping beside him. And not because I was questioning whether he’d behave himself, but because I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to.
‘I trust you. I know it’ll be hard for you to keep your hands off me all night, but I’m sure you’ll manage!’ I joked, expecting Ben to join in, but instead his eyes were the colour of onyx and his expression was serious.
‘I’ll do my best,’ he said, now avoiding my gaze.
He unwrapped himself from the blanket and as he stood there, practically naked, I did my best to look away. I really did.
I tried not to let my eyes roam across his chest, then dip between his legs.
I tried not to stare at his fitted black boxer shorts.
And I really, really, really tried not to notice the outline of his very generously sized dick.
I tried.
But give me a break. I wasn’t made of stone, so of course I looked.
Then I looked some more.
I may have even let out a tiny whimper and muttered fucking hell under my breath.
I definitely attempted to drag my eyes away, I swear. But it was like they were made of steel and Ben’s body was a magnet.
The pull was too strong.
Ben picked the blanket off the floor, then walked over to the armchair (giving me a delicious view of his arse) and placed it over the arm.
When he turned to walk back to the bed, I finally dropped my gaze. It was probably already obvious that I’d been ogling him, so I had to stop.
I slid under the covers, then turned my back to him.
As he climbed into the bed and his scent surrounded me, my heart pounded against my chest.
Oh my God.
I couldn’t believe that he was now just inches away from me.
It’d be so easy to roll on top of him right now.
Boundaries, Sarah, I scolded myself.
Ben was already doing me a favour by just coming to the wedding.
Helping to end my sexual drought by letting me ride him was not part of the agreement.
Such a shame.
Ben turned off the light and we lay there in silence.
Tingles raced through my body. Maybe it was just me but I could feel electricity pulsing through the air.
I desperately wanted to reach over and touch him.
I wanted him to slide his hand between my legs and touch me.
The mattress shifted as Ben turned around. I wasn’t sure whether he was now facing me or the wall, but I had an overwhelming urge to ease my arse back to see if it would touch him. Bonus points if it just happened to ‘bump into’ something solid in the process.
God, this was torture.
Stupidly, I’d thought that being in the bed would mean I’d have a better sleep. But the chances of me nodding off when the hottest man on earth was lying almost naked a few inches away from me were about as good as my odds of becoming a millionaire by the morning.
As much as I tried, I just couldn’t get Ben’s body out of my mind. I wanted to run my hand down his chest.
I wanted him to bury his tongue between my legs.
I wanted him to straddle me and fuck me so hard I wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.
I just wanted him.