Need Me (Broke and Beautiful #2)(50)

Somewhere in the middle of his speech, her chest had started to rise and fall rapidly. Reminding him she was topless. Naked. While this had to be the only circumstance under which he’d ever forget Honey was naked, he was now being neatly reminded. So was his body. Eyes up, Dawson. Don’t look. Don’t look. You just spilled everything out on the table, and what she says next is important.

“Ben?”

“Yeah?”

She cupped and squeezed her breasts. “Fuck me again, please.”

Christ. He dove for her, sending them both down onto the grass. Honey’s mouth opened on a gasp, and he was all too happy to take that opening with his tongue, kissing her with everything he felt. Lust, frustration, possessiveness. Yeah, possessiveness. Big, bad, and encompassing. The hot little whimpering sounds she made every time his tongue stroked hers became an instantaneous addiction. So he did it over and over, f*cking her mouth like he’d do with his body soon.

He tore away with a curse, inhaling the scent at her neck. “You know I’m going to give it to you, Honey. Probably two more times before we leave this field. But tell me what you’re thinking first, though. About what I said. Okay? I’m going crazy here.”

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Blond hair spread out behind her on the grass, face flushed, eyes full of life. His life. It was all right there when she looked up at him. “I’m thinking I kind of want you to take me for granted in some ways. I want you to know I’m coming back with you. That I’m going to be with you. Stay with you.” Her voice fell to a whisper. “I’m sorry I let you wonder for so long. If you’d asked me to come home with you last night when you walked into Calhoun’s, I would have said yes. Even though I wanted to scream at you.”

Relief made him dizzy, so he dropped his head into the crook of her neck. She tilted to the side, and he grazed her skin with his teeth, making her suck in a breath. “Please don’t get into any more cabs or airplanes for a while. Not unless I’m with you. Okay?”

“Deal,” Honey whispered before wrapping her legs around his hips, arching beneath him so her sexy tits pointed straight up toward his mouth. God, she was going to have him walking around the streets of New York in a constant state of arousal. Already his cock felt full and heavy, as if he hadn’t just come like nobody’s business fifteen minutes ago. She bit her top lip while sliding her fingers into his hair. When she fisted it and pulled, Ben groaned. “You like when I pull your hair, don’t you? When I did it that day in the classroom—”

“Yes, I f*cking like it,” he growled, nipping at her mouth. “I bet you think that’s funny.”

She shook her head. “No, I think it’s hot. I think everything about you . . .” She tugged on the strands again, harder this time. Fuck. “ . . . is hot. Every time you walked into class and lifted your bag over your head, a little bit of skin would show right above your belt. I wanted to lick it.” Turned on even more by her confession, he slid his cock up through her wet * to rest on her belly, moaning when she started circling her tight, little body against it. “The way you push your glasses up with your middle finger. I used to imagine you pushing it inside me. All the way.” Her heels dug into the small of his back. “One thing you do, though, is by far the hottest.”

“Tell me. Tell me now. I’ll never stop doing it.”

Honey’s lips twitched. “When you talk to me in that professor voice.” Her eyelids fluttered, as if just saying it out loud was enough to get her going. Sweet hell. This girl. “You do it all the time, you know. Out of nowhere, your tone changes, and it . . .”

“What?”

“It makes me so wet,” she murmured, hitting him with the full impact of those big eyes. “For you.”

“Like maybe you want to please your professor? By being nice and ready?” His voice was strained. Everything about him was strained. With every word out of her mouth, his dick swelled thicker and became harder to ignore. Every instinct inside him demanded he thrust into all that snug heat and bang her into the ground, but she’d asked him for something in her own way. And he’d give her anything. Everything. Ben leaned down and placed his mouth over her ear. “Ms. Perribow, you’ve been squirming around in your seat for my entire lecture. In that ridiculous piece of fabric you refer to as a skirt. Is it your life’s intention to distract me?”

Her energy snapped beneath him like a live wire. She threw her head back into the grass and moaned, thighs inching even higher around his waist. Fuck, he was going to give it to her so damn hard. She was going to feel it for days. But he wasn’t finished yet.

“It seems there is something you’d like to share with the class, Ms. Perribow? Or is it just for your professor?” He leaned down and swiped his tongue over her hard nipples. “Come stand at the front of the class and lift up your little skirt. Let your professor see what’s been warming your seat.”

“Stop. Enough,” she breathed, attempting to lean up and kiss him. “I need you now. Please.”

Ben kept her pinned with his body, continuing to speak in the voice he usually reserved for lectures. “That’s a good girl, Ms. Perribow.” He rotated his hips, grinding the base of his cock against her clit. “Now take down your panties and bend over my desk. Stay that way until I’ve dismissed you. Not a moment sooner.”