Chapter 36 Ben
BEN
Itossed and turned for what I was sure was the hundredth time in the last ten minutes.
It’d been almost an hour since I’d got into bed, but it felt like ten.
Agreeing to sleep in the same bed as Sarah was insanity.
If I could barely hold it together when we were both fully clothed and metres apart, how the hell did I expect to cope when she was just inches away and practically naked?
As I pictured how she looked when she came out of the bathroom dressed in those skimpy shorts, my dick twitched.
Again.
And God, when she crossed her arms across her chest, it pushed her breasts up higher and those rock-hard nipples strained against the flimsy fabric, begging to be set free.
That was the point that I pictured taking them in my mouth and sucking them, hard. When my gaze had shamefully trailed down to her thighs, I’d imagined throwing her on the bed, spreading her legs and burying my head between them.
Christ. I wondered how she tasted.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that somehow it would press reset on my brain and wash away all of the dirty thoughts that were swimming around.
No such luck.
My cock was straining so much against my boxers that I was this close to punching a hole through them.
This was the definition of torture.
There was no way I could get to sleep like this.
I had to do something.
I ran through my options.
Wake Sarah up and say: ‘I know this wasn’t part of the deal, but I have a massive boner because I am insanely attracted to you and wondered if you’d help me out by sitting on it?’
That would land me a kick in the balls and a slap around the face. And rightly so.
Alternatively, I could go to the bathroom and wank.
But I hadn’t memorised the layout of this room yet, so I’d either have to turn on the light or use the torch on my phone.
Sarah must be fast asleep right now, so I didn’t want to wake her up.
And if she saw my shadow on the wall, complete with a massive stiffy, she’d be terrified.
Plus, if I started jerking off to the vision of Sarah, I had a feeling I’d come so hard that everyone in the hotel would hear me.
Or I could continue to lie here and try not to think about her.
Looked like that was my only option.
Maybe if instead of thinking about how sexy she was, I should focus on the things that I didn’t like about her.
I thought about it and…
Bollocks.
There was nothing.
I liked when she gave me shit and ran her smart mouth. Banter was one of my love languages.
I liked how passionate she was about romance and how she’d lit up when I told her I loved her favourite book.
I liked how she always thought about others. She’d come to this wedding knowing how painful it’d be, just because she wanted to make her brother happy.
One day I had seen her in the office packaging up books from her own personal collection to send to new bookstagrammers to help them grow their followings.
And on the plane, she gave a total stranger a book from her hand luggage, just because she saw them reading a romance novel and wanted to ‘share the love’.
Whether it was a library member, a flight attendant or a restaurant server, Sarah treated everyone with warmth and kindness.
She was unlike any other woman I’d ever met.
Sarah was special.
Dammit.
I was supposed to think of things about her to make my boner go down, but now I swear I’d just got harder.
This was going to be a very long night.