HIS STRONG ARMS CARRIED me as if I weighed nothing, before he set me down in front of his bed. “I should say no to you right now, but I’m selfishly not.” His lips landed back on mine.
I was lost. Lost in him so deep, I didn’t want to ever surface, because nothing in life felt this good, or smelled this incredible. I never knew sex had a perfume. Musky and sharp, full of swirling nerves and heady thirst, the scent of our two bodies together had marked me as sure as my initials were permanently etched into his flesh.
I wanted Ben Stark.
I wanted him inside me.
I wanted him beside me.
I wanted him to be my savior.
And I wanted to be his every desire.
I wanted him to play me like he played his drums, but mostly I wanted to feel his desire for me days after he left.
That need, sharp and painful, was what drove away any and all shyness over my inexperience and had me pulling my shirt over my head and discarding my bra as if it’d offended me.
His intense gaze cut to my breasts, and my nipples hardened to the point of pain.
“Make love to me,” I whispered.
For one heart-stopping second, his eyes closed. When they opened, they were full of a determination I didn’t want to see. “Your back.”
Out of words and out of my league, I did the only thing I could think of. I pushed my pants and underwear over my hips and down my legs, then I lay back on the bed.
Determination bled into hunger as his heated gaze swept the length of my body, but he didn’t move. Not until I spread my legs.
His hard length pulsed, and he pulled his shirt over his head one-handed as he stepped out of his jeans. With a featherlight touch, the tips of his fingers coasted over my ankle and up the inside of my calf.
He didn’t say words of encouragement or even love.
He didn’t have to.
His body told a story I would reread for years.
His chest heaving, his nostrils flaring with each inhale, the blood rushing to his cock, he dragged his fingers to my core and touched my desire like he was in pain.
“So beautiful,” his usually quiet voice rasped as a single finger slid inside me. “And mine.”
“Yours,” I agreed, because I’d never belonged to anyone else.
Slow, torturous, he stroked a finger in and out of me as he gripped himself and matched his rhythm. “Tell me how sore you are.”
I bit my lip and moved my hips into his intimate caress. “Not sore.” Needy, achy, pulsing, my mouth watered to taste what his other hand held, but my core wasn’t sore, not like my back.
“So wet,” he absently whispered as his gaze roamed over my breasts.
My hand fell to my aching nipple as if his gaze commanded it, and I rubbed, but it did nothing to alleviate the need now pounding at me from the inside. Despite his finger, I felt empty. I wanted more. I needed more. “Please,” I begged. “I want you inside me.”
His finger left my body, then his hands landed on my thighs, and he was pushing my legs wide. Hot lips landed on my clit, and I was coming before I could even process what’d happened.
His sharp intake of breath told me he knew how embarrassingly quick I’d orgasmed, but then his intense gaze was watching my empty pussy constrict over and over at nothing, and he did something I’d never heard him do. He swore. Religiously. “Jesus fuck, you are so goddamn beautiful.”
A deep heat, so beyond embarrassment, flushed my cheeks and obliterated the seconds-old release. New, sharper need erupted like a volcanic fury, and I wanted to thrust my core into his face and claim more.
But I didn’t have to.
His body rose like a phoenix out of the ashes as his hand gripped his cock so tight, the head swelled deep with rushing blood.
He brought himself to my entrance and plunged into me.
My mouth opened, my back arched, and I was flying.
He was growling.
And thrusting.
Oh my God, was he thrusting.
Marking me, claiming me, surging toward a release he needed as badly as I needed him, he took me, over and over, driving into me like a man possessed. Hitting a spot deep inside my body that only he knew, it hurt, and it burned. But it was the most incredible feeling I’d ever felt. Crossing a threshold between pleasure and pain that I never knew existed, I savored every second.
Flesh slapped against flesh as the sweat of two bodies mingled, filling his room with the scent of raw sex. A new orgasm built on the tease of the last, and I wanted to come so bad, but I never wanted this to end. Gooseflesh crawled across my skin, warning me of what was about to happen, but I wasn’t ready.
Gripping his biceps, watching the fierceness in his eyes as he watched me, I felt my heart fracture even more. I couldn’t come back from this. I didn’t even want to. But if I was going to watch him leave again, I needed to take something more with me than what he was offering.
“Come inside me.” I didn’t question the primal need to have him release everything he had to give. I just demanded it like I had a right to own it.
If I’d thought he’d growled when he’d first entered me, I was wrong.
The sound that struck from his chest and crawled up his throat eclipsed a growl.
He roared.
Pumping hot possession into my womb, Ben claimed an irrevocable ownership as my body exploded around him with release.