Need Me (Broke and Beautiful #2)(43)

“Ben.” Her tone held a warning. “You shouldn’t be looking at me like that.”

Damn. If she hadn’t licked her bottom lip and shifted in her boots right after she said it, he might have listened. Might have. “What are we going to do with five minutes, babe?” Before she could answer, he closed the door as quietly as possible and flipped off the light. The only sound in the room was her little gasps of breath. He wanted to feel them against his stomach. Which couldn’t happen. Not tonight. Not until she forgave him.

Ben hooked an arm around her waist and walked them backwards toward the bed, seating her in his lap. “I don’t like knowing you’re sore,” he murmured against her ear. He placed his thumb at the base of her spine, applying firm pressure all the way up to her shoulder. Honey gasped at the unexpected treatment of her tight muscles, but it quickly turned into a moan. “Ah, babe. You can’t make noises like that, or they’ll think I’m f*cking you in here.”

“Okay. Okay, I’ll be quiet,” she panted. “Please keep doing that.”

He wanted to laugh, but he didn’t, for two reasons. One, that moan had made his dick hard enough to break through a block of ice. Two, they weren’t in a place where he could laugh at her without damaging her pride again, and he wouldn’t risk a setback. Instead, he dug his thumbs into her shoulders and neck, moving them in a circular motion, biting his lip when her head fell forward and she jerked it back upright. “If we were alone, I’d keep this up for an hour, Honey, but I want to get to the rest of you before my time is up.”

“The rest of m—” He dropped his hands to her thighs and kneaded the flesh just beneath the hem of her skirt. “Oh . . . yes. There. Oh wow.”

Hell, she was purring now, and he only had about another two minutes. He could feel the heat between her legs. It would only take him moving his hand two inches higher, and he’d be touching her *. God. Damn. In a move that seemed unconscious, she’d started rotating her hips in time with his fingers. “Keep that up and I’m going to give you more than a massage. I’m hard up for that *, Honey. Enough to forget where I am in order to get some.”

Her hips didn’t still. “Ben, I can’t . . .”

She couldn’t stop, either. He knew instinctively that was what she was trying to tell him. Which made the situation his to get a handle on. With a tortured curse, he clutched her around the waist and pushed her to her feet. But they were so close that the back of her skirt brushed over his mouth. Jesus. Nothing could stop him from sliding his hands up the backs of her thighs to glide over the flare of her bottom. No material existed between his palms and her firm flesh, telling him she wore a thong. “Tell me this is sore, too, babe, so I can rub it.”

“Yeah.” Her voice shook. “It is.”

He molded her ass with his hands, once, twice, before pressing his thumbs into the very tops of her thighs. Then he stroked his thumbs over her cheeks, pushing her tight flesh up in the process. Her answering whimper made his cock throb all the more. “I remember what this ass feels like against my stomach. That’s right where I had it when I f*cked you. Huh, babe?” He gave in to the urge to lean in and plant a kiss on her right cheek. Then the left. “Next time, it’ll be bouncing on the tops of my thighs. You know why?”

A sucked-in breath. “Why?”

Hating the time constraints they were under, Ben pushed to his feet behind her, giving himself the satisfaction of dragging his ruthless erection up the center of her backside. She stumbled forward a little on a moan, but he laid a hand on her stomach and kept her pressed to him. “Because next time, you’re going to ride me. You’re going to throw those thighs on either side of my hips and work me over.” He circled his hips while humming into her hair. “I’m going to be so hard inside you, Honey. You’ll be able to slide up and down me however you want. Take me deep or ride the tip. Whatever it takes to get you there.”

Her stomach shuddered against his hand. “Ben, please . . .”

Must step back. Taking this too far. His intention at the outset had been to remind her of their unbelievable chemistry, how amazing it felt when they touched, but he hadn’t taken into account how easily she stole his logic. Which is what had landed him here in the first place. He needed to get his hands off her before he did something stupid. He planted a kiss on her smooth shoulder and stepped back. “See you in the morning, Honey. Sleep well.”

He tried not to be insulted when she lunged for the door like a prisoner during a jailbreak.





Chapter 15



HONEY WOKE UP feeling oddly well rested. Strange, considering she’d returned to her bedroom after the massage mindf*ck with Ben, only to toss and turn for hours. Something felt different about the way she was waking up, but it took her a second to fight through the sleep-induced grogginess to put her finger on it. Shit! Daylight! She’d never woken up in the bedroom of her youth and encountered the sunlight currently filtering in through the gauzy white curtains. Enough to make her squint and hold up a hand to ward it off like a grumpy vampire.

Her family owned a farm. And when you owned a farm, waking at the crack of dawn was considered sleeping in. Especially now, when they were under a time crunch and her father needed all the help he could get. Honey snatched her Tweety Bird alarm clock off the bedside table and stared at the digital numbers. Ten o’clock in the morning? Why hadn’t it gone off at five? She turned the device over and gaped. No way. Someone had turned off her alarm. Her parents sure as hell wouldn’t have done it. Meaning . . . it had to have been Ben. Ben had been in her room while she’d slept.