Chapter 45 Sarah
SARAH
Holy fucking shit.
I knew Ben would be a good kisser, but I wasn’t prepared for that.
What he’d just done wasn’t just a kiss.
That was some kind of magical mouth sorcery.
Downright, deliciously dirty lip fucking.
I didn’t even have the words.
Ben hadn’t just kissed me. He’d devoured me.
The way he’d claimed me with his mouth was so powerful.
So possessive.
So urgent.
And I bloody loved every second.
When he pulled away, I literally wanted to cry.
And don’t even get me started on how good it felt to have his hard dick pressed against my belly. Or how firm his arse felt when I gripped it.
I probably shouldn’t have done that, but when Ben growled into my mouth, I assumed he was okay with it.
Our mouths had moved against one another’s with so much intensity that I was desperate for him to touch me too.
My knickers were already sodden and I swear I wouldn’t just have sold one kidney, I would’ve donated both for free if Ben could’ve hitched my dress up and swiped his finger over my clit.
Or better still, his tongue.
Oh God.
This was too much.
I needed him to kiss me again.
Right now.
‘Are we gonna practise again, Big Ben, or not?’ I said, no longer caring if I sounded too eager.
‘Finally, she uses an appropriate nickname,’ he chuckled. ‘I like the sound of practising very much, but maybe it’s best if we save the next kiss for our audience.’
My body sagged and my horny pussy wept with disappointment.
‘Fine,’ I sulked. ‘Guess we should get back. They’ll be cutting the cake soon.’
Ben took my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world and led me back to the wedding reception.
I was very concerned about how much I was starting to love the feel of his palm in mine. It was so big, warm and protective.
Now that I thought about it, this hand-holding stuff was also a very important part of the act. In fact, it was essential that Ben hold my hand for the rest of the night. Hopefully he’d agree.
Once the cake was cut and more photos were taken, the DJ officially declared the dance floor open.
‘Shall we?’ Ben asked.
‘Yep! I’ve never partied on a beach before.’
The sound of Cameo’s ‘Candy’ vibrated in the air and everyone cheered.
‘Yes!’ I grinned. ‘Now don’t be freaked out, what you’re about to see isn’t some kind of flashmob thing where everyone launches into a pre-rehearsed dance routine out of nowhere. Everyone’s about to do a dance called—’
‘The electric slide,’ Ben jumped in.
‘You’ve heard of it?’ My mouth fell open.
‘Of course!’ He rolled his eyes, then chuckled. ‘Don’t act so surprised. It’s a dance routine that’s also known as the Candy Dance and is like a line dance with a repetitive sequence of steps that people do at parties, weddings and other gatherings.’
‘Wow. I’m impressed! So you know the name, but do you know how to do the steps?’
‘Do you really need to ask?’ He cocked his head to the side as if I’d just asked something obvious, like whether the earth was round.
Ben started doing the routine effortlessly, beginning with two steps to the right, the same to the left, followed by two backward steps, leaning forward, then back, before doing a slick hop and turn, then restarting the sequence.
And he didn’t just do the steps, he aced them with his trademark swagger.
Oh Lord.
So the man looked hot, loved my favourite romance novel, and now he’d just revealed he could dance too.
I was well and truly fucked.
If only.
I joined Ben in the line as the whole wedding party followed the moves in perfect sync.
When the song was over, I smiled and nodded my approval.
‘You’re full of surprises.’
‘Why?’ He smirked. ‘Don’t tell me you believed that old stereotype that white men can’t dance?’
‘Course not,’ I scoffed. ‘I just never knew that you could!’ I laughed.
‘The audacity!’ Ben mock-gasped. ‘I’ll have you know that I have excellent rhythm. I know exactly how to move my hips.’
Our eyes locked and my filthy mind wondered if Ben moved his hips just as well in the bedroom.
‘Prove it.’
‘Here, or somewhere else?’ He held my gaze, his eyes the colour of charcoal.
‘Let’s start with here. You can do the electric slide, but let’s see if you can whine too.’
‘Challenge accepted.’
Ben pulled me into him, pressing his hard body against mine.
I parted my legs slightly and he slid one of his in between and we bumped and grinded our bodies together to the reggae beat.
The way we were dancing made the moves in films like Dirty Dancing look innocent. And feeling Ben’s growing erection pressed against my belly only made me grind my hips harder and faster.
‘I think we should kiss again now,’ he whispered into my ear and the sensation of his sweet hot breath on my neck drove me wild. ‘Trent and Esme are watching.’
‘Great idea,’ I said.
Before I had a chance to steady myself, Ben slammed his lips onto mine. My knees buckled, but Ben tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me in closer.
With every second, his mouth grew greedier and more insistent.
As his tongue plundered my mouth, a moan flew from my throat and my body temperature shot up a zillion degrees.
Holy. Bloody. Shit.
Ben definitely knew how to kiss.
My blood was on fire, my brain scrambled and desire pulsed between my legs.
I’d thought our snog on the beach was out of this world, but this wasn’t even in the same stratosphere.
I swore I’d died and gone to heaven.
There was no way the human body could withstand this level of intensity.
Of all the ways to leave this earth, popping my clogs because a smoking-hot kiss finished me off wasn’t a bad way to go.
I ran my hands through his hair, then trailed them down his back before skimming his arse.
‘What are you trying to do to me, Jeffries?’ Ben said as he pulled away slowly. ‘You’re driving me crazy.’
A fresh wave of heat and need flooded my body.
He felt it too.
‘You said you wanted a passionate kiss, so I was just delivering on the brief,’ I said, my breath ragged and my knees weak.
‘You more than delivered.’ He stroked my cheek.
A wide, satisfied grin spread across my face.
‘Should we get a drink?’ I suggested.
‘Er, yes, but I need a minute.’ His gaze dropped between his legs.
‘Bloody hell.’ My eyes popped. I’d felt the rod pressed against me, but somehow seeing it jutting from his pelvis was even more imposing. With the fairy lights illuminating the beach, there was no way people wouldn’t notice that. ‘Yeah, probably a good idea…’
Once Ben was sure that his weapon had sufficiently deflated, we walked away hand in hand.
We’d only taken a few steps before Trent appeared in front of us.
‘That was unnecessarily explicit,’ he scolded.
‘What was?’ I cocked my head innocently.
‘What you two were doing just now. No one needed to see you dry humping him or scavenging for his breakfast with your tongue down his throat. That kind of behaviour should be left for the bedroom.’
The funny thing was that, although we’d started kissing to put on a performance, by the time Ben’s lips were on mine, I’d completely forgotten about Trent and Esme and everything else.
I was too busy enjoying myself. And even when we’d finished, for some strange reason it hadn’t even occurred to me to see who was watching.
If my parents saw my shameless display, they’d probably pass out. But I couldn’t help myself.
And anyway, I was an adult, so they’d just have to deal with it.
‘Not that it’s any of your business, but that’s actually a great suggestion! Thanks! What d’you think, Ben? Shall we continue in the bedroom?’ I said.
‘I’d love that, very much.’ He wrapped his arm around my waist, sending a rush of heat straight to my core. ‘Let’s go.’
Trent, on the other hand, looked so furious he might combust.
‘Enjoy the rest of your evening.’ I smiled sweetly before taking Ben’s hand and leading him inside the hotel.
Just as we turned the corridor towards the lift, Ben stopped, pushed me against the wall and slammed his mouth onto mine.
Fuck.
He was so good at this.
‘But there’s no one out here,’ I said after he pulled away, still trying to catch my breath. ‘You don’t have to.’
‘That wasn’t for your ex or sister to see.
That was for me. Because I wanted to. The way you’ve handled yourself today with such grace and restraint is admirable.
I could never be so composed if…’ His voice trailed off and I wondered why.
‘What I’m trying to say is, you did it. You got through one of the most challenging days of your life and I’m incredibly proud of you.
You have no idea how much of a turn-on it is to see your confidence.
So yeah, that kiss wasn’t fake. I did it for real because I think you’re so fucking sexy, Sarah. ’
I swallowed hard.
If I wasn’t already insanely attracted to Ben, those words he’d just uttered sealed the deal.
There was something about hearing him call me sexy that just did it for me.
I wanted him to keep talking.
‘How sexy?’ I challenged.
‘Sexy enough that I’m finding it hard to control myself.’
‘Yeah?’ I ran my hand over his chest. God, it felt so firm. I desperately wanted to feel his bare skin underneath. ‘If you could choose, what would happen right now?’
‘If I had my way, I’d take you upstairs and fuck you so hard that you wouldn’t be able to walk properly for days,’ Ben growled.
‘What else?’ I said, my insides quivering with anticipation.
‘I’d eat your pussy so good that you wouldn’t just come all over my tongue, you’d scream my name so loud that Trent, your sister and your entire family would hear us.’
Bloody hell.
My body thrummed with desire, silently begging him to do exactly what he’d said. He hadn’t even touched me yet and my skin was already on fire.
‘And?’ I asked, my breathing quickening.
‘And I’d absolutely fucking ruin you. Once you experience how good it feels to ride my cock, any guy that tried to fuck you after me would be a disappointment.’
And there it was.
The elastic in my thong officially snapped.
Along with my willpower.
‘You talk a big game, Big Ben. Now let’s see if you can deliver,’ I said, dragging him into the lift.