Chapter Eleven
“I’m normally more fun than this,” I say through a yawn that makes my eyes water.
“Nothing wrong with needing sleep.” Ben kisses the tip of my nose and spins me around to undo my dress.
As his fingers trail over my bare skin, I wish I could keep my eyes open.
I can’t, though. All the weeks of planning for the dance have caught up to me and I’m weak on my feet. My knees buckle and Ben wraps his arms around my waist.
“Woah, let’s get you off your feet, princess.”
He bends me over the edge of the bed and I imagine him fucking me from behind as the skirt rustles around us. It’s a fantasy, though. There’s so much fabric it would be more difficult than my imagination is leading me to believe.
His hand lingers on my back and goosebumps erupt in the wake of his touch.
“Maybe we can mess around in these clothes tomorrow?” My voice is muffled by the comforter, but the way his hand stills tells me he heard me just fine.
When he doesn’t respond, I shimmy the rest of myself out of the dress and turn to face him.
“What’s wrong?”
“I have to leave first thing in the morning. We have this project that’s not going well and we’re to the point we’ll need to call Liam if we can’t figure it out.”
My heart sinks as I drop onto the bed. I don’t want my time with Ben to be over so fast, but I know he has to go home. I’d hate it if my honeymoon was cut short for something like that. As much as I want to beg him to stay, Felicity would be heartbroken. I’ve been following her posts on Instagram, and the two of them are glowing in every picture as she documents their trip.
“Hey, it kills me when you look so sad.” Ben’s face falls as he grabs my hands. “I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay?”
I nod, fighting back tears I know I have no right to cry. I should be happy. He’s talking about something in the future. That means tonight isn’t the last time we’ll be together. It’s safe for me to ask for what I want.
“One request?”
“Name it and it’s yours.”
My excitement overpowers my nerves. “Will you fuck me in that dress?”
His eyes flare with hunger and my stomach coils. I try to summon the energy to do something about it, but another yawn tears through me.
“Not tonight—I want to, but—” I yawn uncontrollably.
He smirks, tucking my hair behind my ear. “I will fuck you however you want, wearing whatever you want, anytime you want.”
My body flushes with heat before another yawn overtakes me.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
I wake up and remember the night before. The way Ben twirled me on the dance floor, shutting down the place with a slow dance between just the two of us.
I didn’t have the energy to do anything more than pass out last night, but this morning, I’m wired.
A smile tugs at my lips before I roll over to find the bed empty and cold. A note is sitting on the pillow where Ben’s head should be.
My sleeping beauty—I tried to kiss you awake, but my lips couldn’t break the spell of sleep you were under. Next time. X Ben.
I clutch the note to my chest, and my heart swells as heat fills me. He wants me. I want him. We can make this work.
Sliding my phone over to me, I take a huge breath and send him a message he won’t see until he gets home.
Phoebe: What are you doing six weeks from now?