Deep (Stage Dive, #4)(58)
“Hmm.”
“And obviously, we’d be exclusive.”
A grunt.
“If you decide it’s what you want, then we take it slow and figure it out as we go, I guess.”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the heel of his hand gently up and down my back, smoothing out the tension.
“Ben, I don’t want to take your freedom. I just want a place in your world. An important one.”
He craned his neck, tipping my chin up to make me look at him at the same time. “Sweetheart, you’ve been important since day one. Only girl I kept coming back to. Didn’t matter how far I ran, I couldn’t get you off my mind. Never been this way about another woman.”
“No?”
“No.”
Fingers rubbed at my neck, working out the kinks. Silence fell between us for a while.
“I want to be your boyfriend, Liz.”
I couldn’t have held back the smile if I’d tried. “I’d like that.”
He brushed the hair back from my face, gazing down at me. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
CHAPTER TEN
I slept well that night. Tattooed, bearded, bass-playing males easily outdid hotel pillows in terms of comfort. We slept in our underwear because of the whole taking it slow thing. I’d never spent the whole night with a man before, sexually active or no. But what could have been awkward, Ben made right. He fit himself into my life just like he belonged there.
My dreams were suitably pervy, though that was nothing new. The waking up with a man’s head between my thighs, however, was a rather dramatic and welcome change. A hot, wet tongue dragged through the lips of my sex, startling the hell out of me. My hips bucked, eyes were suddenly wide open.
“Ben. What are you doing?” I gasped, the brain still in sleep mode.
“Licking my girlfriend’s *,” he said. “Perks, remember?”
Hands held my legs spread open, fingers digging into the flesh of my thighs. Then he did it again, the licking thing. I groaned and twisted, trying to get away, but not really, because holy shit. Nirvana.
“Go you,” I happy-sighed.
The feeling of a man’s beard brushing against your private parts cannot be adequately explained in words. It’s a tactile delight. Soft and ticklish and amazing in all the ways. My muscles tensed, heels digging into the mattress. Where my panties had gotten to I had no idea. Nor any interest. What my boyfriend was up to, however, concerned me deeply. His tongue flicked back and forth over my clit, then his lips sucked at my labia. The man’s oral skills were off the chart. Such attention to detail. And the enthusiasm—the man was starving and I was his meal. I shoved my * into his face, needing and getting everything he was giving.
But the raw energy between my hips, low in my spine—there wasn’t enough me to contain it. The glorious sensation built and built, charging my whole being, lighting up my limbs. I came hard, calling his name. Pleasure tore me in two, my mind circling high. I was everything and nothing. Just floating around in the ether, enjoying the high.
But he wasn’t finished.
He climbed up my body, shoving his boxer briefs down with a hand. Once, twice, three times he pumped his hard cock, spilling his hot seed on my breasts and belly. His forehead pressed against mine, warm breath on my lips.
“Hey,” I mumbled, still trying to find my breath.
He kissed me, lips covering mine, tongue diving in. The rich taste filled my mouth as his fingers stroked over my belly, rubbing his cum into my skin.
“Morning,” he whispered, still suspended above me on one elbow. Those perfect cheekbones, the wet curves of his lips, called to my fingers. I could happily touch him all day.
“Ben.”
“Hmm?” Another kiss, this one softer, sweeter.
I lay beneath him, decimated. So many things I could say, that I wanted to say. But slow was the key word here. What he did to my heart and mind couldn’t be described. The way he filled my heart to overflowing scared the crap out of me. “Good morning.”
“No touching yourself,” he ordered in a low, gruff voice. “Getting you off is my job now. You need me, call. Get to you as soon as I can, okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
He kissed me some more, making my head spin. “Things moving slow enough for you?”
“Sure.”
He smiled, and good god, all I could do was stare. Had there ever been a more beautiful man in existence? I think not. His focus on me was complete, making for such a heady feeling. Dark eyes never strayed from my face, as if he was memorizing me.
“We’re doing good, Liz.” His hand covered my bump, lips brushing over my cheek.
“Yeah.” I had no words. Not when he was like this.
The edge of his lips picked up some. “C’mon. Shower time.”
*
I was still in the bathroom, fixing my hair and applying some concealer and mascara to up my glow factor, when I heard Ben and Sam chatting in the living room. No way did I mean to listen in. It just sort of happened.
“With Mal the way he is, the band’s already on tenterhooks,” said Ben. “I’m just not sure we should add her to the mix.”
Wait, were they talking about me? But I was basically already living and touring with everyone. That made no sense.