Bring Me Back(10)

He reaches for my hand. “Don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m not.” I am.

He chuckles. “What else turns you on?” he asks again, going after me the way I did him.

I shrug. “You. Everything about you, really.”

He smiles and his eyes twinkle. “Elaborate.”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but even when we’re doing simple things—like cooking dinner together—I find myself so turned on and just…lucky to have you.”

He sits up and takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I’m lucky to have you, too.”

I lean my head on his chest and listen to the steady pounding of his heart. My eyes close and I breathe in the unique scent that is Ben—clean laundry and hints of oak. I feel his fingers smooth through my hair and I inhale a small breath.

I pull away and Ben slides the plate in-between us. He picks up a chocolate-dipped strawberry and holds it out to me. Opening my mouth, he feeds it to me.

I moan—I totally don’t mean to, but I do.

When I open my eyes and lick away a bit of the juice, I find that Ben is staring at me with darkened, lust-filled eyes.

Before I can blink, his lips are on mine and the food is scattered around us.

We both move frantically, tearing at each other’s clothes like maniacs. We’re a clash of hands, teeth, and quiet gasps. His skin is heated beneath my palms, and his lips taste like the wine. He kisses his way down my body and rids me of my jeans. They join the pile with my shirt and bra and his shirt. Luckily, even in our haste, we remember the candles and didn’t toss our clothes around haphazardly.

He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and slides them down. He stares at me with wide eyes, like he’s never seen anything more beautiful, and what’s more is he makes me feel beautiful.

His large hands settle on my legs and he bends his head, kissing my inner thigh. I mumble something unintelligible. I’m not even aware of what I’m trying to say.

He makes his way back up my body, paying special attention to my breasts and his fingers find their way to my *.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he growls.

“Kiss me,” I beg, tugging on his shoulders. He obliges.

The kiss starts out slow and then deepens. His tongue swipes against mine and he makes this rumbling sound in his chest that makes me clench around his fingers.

He slides his fingers out and rids himself of his jeans and boxers.

When he slides into me I have a brief moment of panic that he forgot a condom, and then I realize that’s the whole point. Trying to have a baby equals no condom.

He holds my hips up at an angle that allows him in deeper. I moan so loud that the whole neighborhood probably hears me.

“Yes, right there,” I plead, my fingers sliding weakly down his abs.

He leans forward and kisses me. “So good,” he murmurs.

“Oh God,” I moan. I feel like a firework about to go off. “Almost there.”

When I come, my nails dig into his back, like I’m trying to hold onto him to keep from floating away.

He presses his lips to my neck. “Beautiful,” he whispers so low that I wonder if I imagined him saying the word.

He cups my breast and rolls his thumb over my nipple. I can already feel myself building back up when he pulls out. I’m pretty sure I whimper like a kicked puppy.

But then he flips me over and slides in from behind.

“Yes,” I pant, “f*ck yes.”

He rumbles at the word f*ck.

“I-I’m gonna come again,” I breathe out each word.

When I do, Ben comes only a moment later and we both collapse onto the pillows. He pulls my spent body on top of his, and I drape my limbs across him, my eyes growing heavy. That was amazing, albeit exhausting.

I feel his fingers skim over my arm. “Do you think we made a baby?” he asks softly.

I force my tired eyes open and peek up at him. “I don’t know. I guess we’ll know soon.”

He nods. “I hope we did.” He kisses me quickly.

I nod and snuggle closer to him. “Me too.”





I’m late. Only by a few days, but my period is never late.

Ben is sitting on the bed when I walk into the room with the plastic-wrapped box. When I told him my period was late this morning he nearly jumped out of his skin for me to take a test. I’d been putting it off, waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop—in this case, for my period to start. I didn’t feel pregnant, but then again maybe you didn’t feel any certain way this soon. It wasn’t like I’d ever been pregnant before and none of my friends were having babies.

“Hurry up,” he says, bouncing on the bed like an excited kid.

“I just got here,” I remind him, walking into the bathroom. He follows me and I mock-glare at him. “Back to the room with you, buddy. You’re not watching me pee.”

He pouts. “Please, this is a monumental moment in our lives.”

“Out.” I point back at the bedroom. “We won’t see any results for a few minutes so there’s no reason for you to be in here.”

He sighs and leaves me alone.

“You know,” he says through the door, “if you’re pregnant, that would be the best Christmas present ever.”