CHAPTER SEVEN
BEN
THE DRIVE TO HER HOUSE is excruciating. More so because of the faces she makes, when her eyes dart from me to the road. I know what she’s thinking. What she’s picturing. Because I’m thinking the same.
The kiss isn’t something I planned. It was something I needed. It was the kind of kiss that told me everything I need to know about the woman sitting next to me and the dynamite night we are bound to have. I can still taste her cherry-flavored lip-gloss.
She directs me to her house with ease, and it surprises me to find out how close we live to one another. The world keeps getting smaller and smaller. Her bungalow is similar to my own.
“This is me,” she breathes, and I pull into the driveway. I put the truck in park and look over at her. She’s nervous. More than she was earlier at the restaurant.
“We don’t have to do this, Cami.” I turn toward her, reaching for a hand and giving it a little squeeze. “I’ll take you back to your car.”
Her brown eyes soften on me before fire begins to slowly burn in their depths. “I’m not going to change my mind.”
She opens her door and slides out of the truck, leaving me at a loss for words. The timid Cami I know is suddenly a smoking-hot vixen. I scramble out of the truck, quick to follow her lead. We stop on her porch as she fishes through her purse for her keys. Her bright yellow door glows in the dark of the night, its color reflecting her friendly personality. I like it.
She opens the door, and I follow her inside, kicking it closed behind me. I’m no longer able to keep my hands to myself. I reach for her and press myself against her back. She responds by pushing her ass harder against my cock, moaning loudly when my hands cup her breasts over her dress. Her nipples harden under my touch.
“Fuck, babe, you’re responsive.” I slip my hand into the top of her dress, finding her nipples instantly. She arches into my touch. My lips find her neck, and I run my tongue along the column up to her ear.
“Ben…” she purrs, letting me hear the need in her voice. She grabs my thighs tightly. Her fingernails bite through my slacks, making me harder. “More…”
I grip her shoulders and turn her quickly before pinning her against the nearest wall. Pictures fall from the force of our bodies knocking into them, but we ignore it. I push her skirt up and lift her, cupping her ass. She wraps her legs around me like a vise, and I press my throbbing cock against her core.
I nearly come in my pants. The heat of her body makes me spin. Having her like this, sandwiched between me and the wall, is a dream come true. Everything about her—her scent, her taste, the feeling of her body pressed against me—is better than anything I can dream up. Our lips meet in a hurried but deep kiss. I send up a silent prayer of thanks to whatever fate put us together tonight.
Her hands are warm on my chest, and her fingers push and pull at the buttons on my shirt until it’s open and off my shoulders. Her hands touch my bare skin, sending a bolt of electricity shooting through me, making my cock throb.
“Babe,” I pull back, holding onto her like my life depends on it, “as much as I want to fuck you against the wall, the first time I have you, I want to take my time.”
“Ben,” she moans, her eyes half-lidded with desire. She snakes her arms around my neck, kissing and licking along my jawline.
“Bedroom?” My hands grip her ass tightly when I move away from the wall, and I carry her down the hallway.
“End of the hallway,” she murmurs. Her heels hit the floor as we go, and her legs tighten around me.
I push open the door at the end of the hall and enter her bedroom. The scent of vanilla and lavender surrounds me, and I note the neutral tones covering the walls, her furniture, and bedding. After laying her down on the bed, I push her skirt up around her waist, and I groan loudly at the sight of her blue lace panties. They barely cover her pussy. I’m not a man who likes lingerie, but for this woman, I’m willing to change that aspect, especially if her closet is filled with items like these.
Looking up at me with lust-filled eyes, she reaches for me, but I grab her wrists and pin her hands above her head.
“Don’t move, Cami.” I capture her lips with my own and swallow her husky moan. My hands travel down her body, and when I reach her legs, I brush my fingertips along her inner thighs.
“Please,” she begs, thrusting her hips up, but I continue on course, teasing her soft, silky skin. I trail my lips down her neck and pull her top down with my teeth, revealing two dusty pink rosebuds just waiting for my mouth to claim them. I flick my tongue over one of the sensitive buds, once, twice, before sucking it into my mouth. She arches her back, giving me better access to them.
I slip one hand in-between her legs, and I trace the line of her pussy through the delicate lace, groaning loudly at the way my fingers slide along the material. She’s fucking soaked. I kiss and lick her creamy skin, stopping at the top of her panties. I pause and meet her gaze. She’s holding her breath, waiting and watching me. I breathe in deeply, inhaling her sweet scent.
Mine.
She opens her legs to me, the anticipation too much, and she thrusts her hips forward. I know what she wants.
“Patience, beautiful, I’ll get there.” I chuckle and kneel on the floor beside the bed, pulling her to the edge and spreading her legs even further. After hooking a finger in the delicate material of her panties, I pull at it, ripping them from her body. Her pretty pussy glistens up at me, and I lower my head and kiss along her inner thigh, biting her flesh.
“Ben,” she pants, tensing each time my lips move and don’t make contact where she needs them most. I smile, loving the power I hold over her. It’s intoxicating.
I pull back for only a moment before placing my mouth over her clit, flicking it with my tongue before sucking the swollen bud into my mouth. Her body quivers from the pressure, and she lets out a hiss as I release it from between my teeth. I slide a finger into her tight warmth and continue to lap and tease her bundle of nerves, until she’s gasping for breath.
“Don’t stop,” she pants. Her fists grip the sheet above her head like it’s her lifeline. Sensing how close she is to the edge, I slip a second finger inside her, stretching her tightness. I groan, wishing I was already plunging balls-deep inside her.