“I’m leaving Ben. I have a long day ahead of me.”
“A long day? Do you have any idea how long the night was without you next to me? And the waking hours were almost worse because I didn’t know if you’d deign to grace me with your presence again.”
My instinct was to whirl around and give him a piece of my mind. But I figured that was exactly what he expected from me. No. I could do cold civility.
He braced both his hands on the door on either side of my head, and I didn’t have to squeeze my thighs together to know that my panties were soaked.
I bit back a whimper and clenched my thighs together as a tingle of awareness made me clench.
No. No. No.
He did not get to turn my life upside down, keep things from me, and then be mad that I’d kept something from him.
Yes, he does. You said you wanted honest and simple.
Okay fine, he did have a right to be pissed. But being pissed while making me want him against my will, that was low. With fury making me clench my jaw tight, I angled my head so my gaze could meet his. The prison of his muscles kept me from escape. I frantically fought the pull of need.
A lock of hair had fallen over his forehead, and his brows were locked in the down and furious position. His lips slightly parted as if in anticipation, but it was his eyes, as always, that got me. Equal parts fury and desire, his gaze was a war zone of all the shoulds and shouldn’ts running through his mind.
Ben leaned forward as he caged me between his body and the door. His chest rumbled with a groan just before he leaned closer and buried his face in the crook of my neck.
With a shuddering sigh, I angled my neck to give him better access. What was it about his touch that made me so desperate for more? My skin was practically on fire. I’d only been gone a day, but it felt like he hadn’t touched me in a century.
“Do you have any idea how much I have worried about you?” he rasped against my throat in between hot kisses to my bared skin. He began kissing his way up my jawline until he buried his hand in my hair and turned me toward him so he could cover my mouth with his.
I didn’t fight it, just melted beneath him and allowed him to direct how I moved. My thighs opened of their own accord, and he moved right in between them like he belonged there. When he settled against me, everything inside of me woke up and flared to life. Nothing else mattered but this.
I could fool myself that I’d come back to keep the drive from falling into the wrong hands or that I needed his protection, but there was no denying that a part of me had come back because I couldn’t stay away. Everything inside me wanted to be where Ben was. Always. I’d known it in Paris. There was no denying it anymore.
“What are you doing?” I choked out when his hands went to the button on my wide-leg trousers. I’d worn them deliberately because they made my ass look fantastic. That’s right, I was a tease and I couldn’t find a fuck to give about that fact.
I gasped again when he practically ripped the zipper off while tugging it down.
So… This was happening.
“Reminding you.” Ben yanked off his vest and tugged at the buttons on his shirt before he ripped it off.
“Of what?” I croaked out.
I gasped as his hand slipped inside my trousers and between my legs, the heat of his fingers branding me as they lit me on fire.
With the first glide of his fingers, I bit back a harsh moan. He knew what he was doing. I’d be damned if I’d give him the satisfaction of letting him know how desperate I was for his touch.
But I was the one being played… like the most delicate of violins played by a master. The harsh groan that tore out from me felt inevitable as those talented fingers parted my slick folds and found my clit with startling accuracy. I ached for him to fill me. To remind me of his stupid nickname. When he dipped his fingers inside my velvet sheath, I automatically clamped around him, my aching flesh feeling too empty.
“Of who you belong to. Who this belongs to.” Ben kissed me again, our tongues tangling wildly as we each fought to take control. There was something about Ben that made everything feminine and soft inside me wake up and melt under his hands.
I couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but every single time we kissed, I turned into a puddle of hormones.
Is that all this is? Are we pretending Paris didn’t happen?
This time was no exception. Within seconds, I was whimpering and canting my hips, trying to get more of his deft fingers. Trying to rock against him, desperate for what I knew he could give me.