Frayed (Connections, #4)(60)

I shake my head no because I can’t speak. The feel of his skin on mine causes my breath to catch in my throat and I’m rendered speechless.

“Good.” He peppers light, soft kisses up my neck and back down.

I toss my head back.

He pushes my straps farther down and his dips even lower.

“This?” he asks as his lips touch my nipple and circle it while his hand cups the other one.

“N . . . n . . . no,” I stammer.

He licks and sucks one nipple while he rolls the other between his thumb and finger.

I press my hips forward. “Oh God, Ben.”

I can feel his lips tilt up into a smile. He looks up at me from underneath his lashes. “You like that?”

I feel my legs start to tremble from just the look he’s giving me.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“You know I do,” I pant.

Both of us are breathing loudly and I’m not sure whose breath is whose anymore. His grin grows wide as he drags his hot mouth up my chest to my jaw. He nips my lower lip with his teeth and presses his very erect penis against me. I whimper at the contact.

“You want this.” His voice is husky.

“Yes,” I say more quickly and more clearly than I have answered any of his questions since coming into the kitchen.

He groans, almost roars in response. In a beat he lifts me and sets me on the counter. His palms press down on either side of me and I feel his closeness even with the small distance between us.

I stare at him, drinking in the sight—hooded lids, parted lips, chest rising and falling.

His deep blue eyes sweep me. “You know I think you’re hot as f*ck.”

I love his dirty mouth and his commanding tone. His forcefulness turns me on so much. I’ve never been with a guy like him. Something about him makes me want to give myself over to him in any way he wants. I want to be anything he desires, everything he needs—I want to be his dream girl.

I lean forward and begin to undo his buttons. “I think the same thing about you. Yesterday after I left the beach, all I could think about was your cock inside me. I might have had at least three mini orgasms at the thought.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, biting down on his lip. His hands slide to my breasts and he cups both of them. Feeling almost dizzy, I press myself into his palms and drop my hands from his shirt, letting the sensation of his touch slide through me. My nipples pebble into hard peaks as he squeezes them and I can’t help moaning even louder.

He pushes the spaghetti straps of my tank farther down my arms to uncover my handful-sized breasts. His breath hitches as his mouth dips to mine. “Did you wear this to drive me crazy last night?”

I shake my head and try to catch his lips with mine, but he maintains a slight distance between us.

“And without a bra to kill me.” This time it’s not a question.

But I shake my head no again.

His hands move up my thighs and his fingertips dance under the flimsy cotton of my bottoms. “Fuck me, you’re not wearing any underwear.”

Again I try to press my lips to his, but he keeps drawing back. He lets his fingers only lightly graze over me and I brace my palms on the counter to keep steady. When he presses them a little harder I moan, but he pulls his hands away. He covers them over mine, lightly caressing his thumbs across my skin. “Tell me and I’ll put my fingers inside your sweet *.”

I’m tingling everywhere as I mumble, “No, I didn’t, I promise. I was trying to keep anything from touching my sunburn and besides, if I wanted to drive you crazy I would have worn that.” I lift my hand from underneath his and point to the skimpy swimsuit I laid out perfectly yesterday before I left for Ivy’s release party.

The wickedest grin crosses his lips. “Put it on now.”

I bite my lip. “Whatever you say, Mr. Covington.”

He catches my mouth with his and finally kisses me again. I rub my naked chest against his and I think he might be panting. I clutch his shoulders under his shirt and scoot off the counter. He presses his fingers into my hips and guides me down.

I saunter across the room, pick up the suit, and hold it in front of me. “Is this what you want to see me in?”

He bobs his chin, but his smoldering eyes stay locked on mine.

“I’ll be right back,” I say, sashaying toward the bathroom.

“No, don’t leave the room. Show me a little of that striptease you said you learned.”

I shrug as if it’s no big deal, but really I want to be as sexy for him as I can be, and the thrill of being able to give him what he wants makes my stomach flip. I pull the straps of my tank top back up and turn around. Just as I glance over my shoulder and start to slowly lower the straps back down, his eyes shift from ocean blue into midnight sky before me.

“But just know I’m f*cking you in your bed—all day,” he growls.

A sudden throbbing expands from my heart to my fingertips to my core but just as suddenly dissipates when there’s a knock at my door and I hear the jangling of my mother’s keys and very familiar voice.

“Bell, honey, are you up? Jack and I went to the market this morning and brought you a few things,” she says as she tries to open the front door, but the chain prevents her.

“Fuck, not how I want to meet your parents,” Ben mutters under his breath.