Need Me (Broke and Beautiful #2)(51)

Honey cried out, her body going bow tight beneath him before it started to shake. Ben watched her with nothing short of awe. Unbelievable. He’d actually made her come just by talking to her. He liked the power of that. A lot. Maybe too much, because his body was now thrumming with the relentless need to be inside her. Now. Immediately. He had no idea where common sense got a foothold, reminding him to put on a condom, but he reached for his jeans, slipping one out of his pocket and covering himself within seconds. Honey still looked shell-shocked, lying on her back and sucking in gulping breaths. Her body looked gorgeous and satisfied in the moonlight. Too bad he wasn’t quite done satisfying her. And after feeling the orgasm move through her body, he was pumped full of lust. Need her. Need her now.

Ben grabbed Honey by the waist and flipped her over, urging her onto her knees. He groaned at the sight of her ass in the air, just as he’d pictured it so many times. Perky and upturned. Asking for it. He led his cock between her legs and rubbed it through her wetness. “Just because I’m not going to be your professor anymore doesn’t mean you shouldn’t work hard for a good grade.” He drove himself deep inside her, keeping her upright with an arm under her hips. “Fuck. You get extra credit for being tight, that’s for goddamn sure.”

Honey’s back started to tremble, broken sobs falling from her mouth. “It feels so good this way.”

“I haven’t even moved yet, babe,” Ben said through gritted teeth. He should probably get around to that, huh? But her warm * clenched around him so perfectly that he actually needed a moment to calm down before he gave in to his body’s urges. “Tell me if I’m too rough, okay?”

She tossed her hair, looking back at him over her shoulder. “I’ll only tell you if you’re not rough enough.”

Jesus. That f*cking did it. Ben took hold of her hips, easing out of her on a groan before pounding back in. Honey whimpered his name, and that was the end of his control. He yanked her hips back to meet his as he started to thrust hard. It was insane how close he was already. She did this to him. Heightened his senses, made everything look, sound, feel better. More intense. He was f*cking her hard and she only lifted her ass higher, arching her back for more. Her hot little cries were like the best song he’d ever heard, one he wanted to put on repeat, endlessly. When she tossed her head, that blond hair became too much of a temptation, so he fisted it and drove into her with even more force.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Ben.”

Her hands slipped in the grass and she went down, landing on her belly. Ben went down with her, pushing her thighs open with his knees, not breaking his pace for a second. With her face turned to the side in the grass, he could see her eyes were squeezed shut, lips swollen from biting. Begging words fell from her mouth that only someone buried in her heat could understand. Ben wedged his hand between their bodies and stroked her clit, soft and easy, a complete contrast to his rhythmic thrusting. “Who’s a teacher’s pet?”

Her ass jerked up against his belly and she screamed. Ben went over the cliff right behind her, the unbearable pressure in his balls releasing, dragging his soul along for the ride. His mind went blank, void of everything but her and what she’d given him. Good. So damn good. No, better than good. There wasn’t a word invented yet for what it felt like to shoot off inside of Honey while her body climaxed around him. He buried his face in her back as violent shudders took him over, absorbing hers at the same time. There were words in his head, so many words. His throat ached with the need to say them, to express this f*cking tornado of emotion she whipped into a frenzy inside him. But he breathed her in instead, memorized the feel of her as he drew her up against his side in the grass. When he said the words, there wouldn’t be any confusion as to why he’d said them.

They were silent for a few seconds before she spoke. “Welcome to the Bluegrass State.”

Ben laughed long and loud. “I’d heard about Southern hospitality, but I had no idea. You really go above and beyond.”

“We want to make sure our visitors come back.”

The smile slipped from his face. He knew she was joking, but he didn’t even like the possibility of them being separated by seven hundred miles.

Honey seemed to sense his inner turmoil, because she tucked her head under his chin, nudged his neck with her nose. “I told my parents we were going to a movie. That gives us another hour or so before we should head back.”

Ben ran his fingers down her spine and back up. “What are the odds they bought that?”

“Pretty low.” She yawned against his throat, and his smile fell back into place. He liked knowing what she sounded like when she yawned. “Wake me up in forty-five minutes.”

“Okay, babe.”

But the warmth of her, his lack of sleep and the relief of knowing she’d be coming back to New York, was too much. He fell asleep two minutes after her.





Chapter 18



HONEY WAS HAVING that dream. The one where she was late, but no idea how late. Or for what. Usually school was involved in some way, but those dreams of being late for class usually made her anxious. Tied her belly up in knots. That certainly wasn’t the case here. She felt lethargic, warm. More comfortable than she’d ever felt in her life. As if she’d drunk just the right amount of wine before swan-diving into a pool full of goose feather pillows. Her body was molded around something hard, though. Very hard. And it was moving, albeit very slowly. A steady rise and fall. Something warm and firm—a hand?—traveled up the back of her thigh to cup her bottom, tug her closer.