A Mess of a Man (Cruel & Beautiful #2)(61)

“I didn’t know you took this.”

“I know. I should’ve said something. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I hand his phone back, a little surprised yet impressed he went to those lengths.

“You looked so perfect, sitting there, I guess I couldn’t resist.” Then he reaches behind me and unhooks my bra. “You have the most gorgeous tits in the world.” His head drops down and he pulls a nipple into his mouth.

A short time later, after his tongue and lips work me into a quite a frenzy, I say, “I think I need to lie down. My legs won’t support me much longer.”

He lifts his head up and says, “Don’t worry, babe, I’ve got you.”

In one clean motion, he lifts and walks me to the bed and asks, “Have I told you I’m a tits guy?”

“I think I’ve already deduced that.”

He shifts his focus away from my chest and starts to shimmy down my body. “And now you’re going to experience what else I fantasize about.”

Our lovemaking that night is slow and languorous. Ben touches me in all the right places, making my body come alive like a sparking wire. After he’s given me two orgasms, one with his hand, the other his mouth, he tears into a condom packet, rolls it on, and slowly enters me. Our eyes never leave each other’s as he slides in and out, seating himself to the hilt every time. His hips rock into me at just the right angle so they press on that certain spot, and soon I’m erupting in yet another explosive climax. He follows as he takes my mouth in a searing kiss.

“I wish I could sleep like this,” I say. His eyes are soft and I run my hands through his hair.

“So do I. But I’d better get rid of this to be safe.” He gets up and takes care of things.

When he returns, I say, “Ben, I’m on the pill.”

He acts like he wants to say something as one corner of his mouth turns up. Then he slides his teeth over his bottom lip. “Spell this out for me, Sam.”

“You’re the only one I’ve been with since the last guy I dated, and I’ve always been monogamous. I’m a safe bet, if you follow. He used protection, even though he wasn’t faithful.”

“I’ve never had sex without a condom. Ever. In my life. Except that one stroke slip up with you.”

“So what I’m saying is if we’re going to be exclusive, and I know I am, and I’m on the pill, then …” I let my voice trail off.

“You trust me?”

“Yes. Shouldn’t I?” I ask.

“No. I mean, yes. But that’s not what I meant. What I meant is that I’m surprised that you trust me enough to offer that, especially considering my past. But I won’t betray your trust. I swear, I won’t.”

“Then I don’t think we really need condoms, do we?”

“No, maybe not. But not until after I get tested. I usually do every month. Drew made me start doing it a long time ago and I never stopped.”

“Even with condoms?” This worries me a bit.

“Yeah. Nothing’s a hundred percent, according to him.”

“I guess I should get tested too, then.”

He flashes me a smile. “We could go together?”

“Why not? I should’ve done this a long time ago, but I thought I was good since we used condoms.”

“I’m sure you are, but no use in taking chances. Now let’s get some sleep, yeah?” he says with a damn sexy smirk.

“Yeah, I’m beat.”

I hear his chest rumble as he says, “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”

He pulls me against the wall of his chest and his arms find their way around me. I’m cozy as I’ve ever been and float away into the land of dreams.

My ringing phone wakes us both up hours later and I jump out of bed to shut it off. I shake my head when I see it’s Nick. “Oh, crap!”

“What?” a deep hoarse voice comes back to me from the bed. I smile, remembering all the delicious things from last night.

“It’s ten thirty and Nick wants to know what time we’re leaving. I need to get downstairs to settle up with the hotel. They need my signature on some paperwork.”

Ben gets out of bed and I can’t help but stop what I’m doing and stare at the man. He stretches, and I’m not sure if it’s to give me the show I want or if it’s because he really needs to get the kinks out of his muscles that I now want to run my hands all over.

“You really shouldn’t do that, you know?”

“What?” he asks, smirking, knowing damn well what I mean.

I spin and sashay my way to the shower.

“Wait a minute. You can’t do that to me.”

I giggle as I hear him chasing me down. An arm snags me around my waist and I’m hoisted in the air.

“You can run, but you can’t outrun me.” He throws me over his shoulder and swats my ass. Next thing I know, I’m back in bed.

“Ben, I need to go downstairs.”

“And you will. Right after I f*ck that smile off your face and have you screaming my name.”

Thirty minutes later, I run out of the room with wet hair pulled back in a ponytail, wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and flip flops. I don’t know if I want to laugh or kill him.