Warrior (First to Fight #1)(53)
He seals this proclamation with a drugging kiss. The first time we were together, it was like we were ravenous, trying to fit in all the taste and touch we could into the short time we had. Now, we have all the time in the world to explore.
And based on the meandering way his hands have begun to map my body, Ben plans on making use of each and every second.
His fingers inch up my stomach, taking my shirt off as he goes, all the while being careful of my arm. He dips down my body to press kisses to each new section of exposed skin. Baring myself this way to him makes me feel vulnerable and exposed.
As he slips my shirt over my head and looks down at my naked body, I’m hit by the sudden irrevocable realization that once we go down this path, there will be no turning back for me.
I can’t believe I’m in this place again. Fragile, vulnerable, and essentially at his mercy. They were right when they said only fools fall in love, because that’s what I am for this man. A fool.
“Stop,” he whispers.
“Stop what?” I manage through a gasp.
His hands slip between my body and the bed to loosen the clasp of my bra. “Stop thinking so much.”
“I’m not—” His lips close over my nipple and my sentence is drowned by my own moan.
I’ve been ready for this ever since he had me undress to change my bandage. Hell, I’ve been ready since the first time, if I’m being honest.
Now I’m naked from the waist up. He sits up so he’s on his knees between my legs. Then he crosses his arms in front of his body and grips his shirt, sliding it up, baring his beautiful body like a veritable feast for my eyes.
I rear up and wrap one arm around his back, cupping his head with the other to pull him down to me. Part of me is screaming that I need to think this through. Is he still upset with me? Is it smart to stir the already-muddy waters? The other part of me completely submits to the kiss, surrendering control to his every whim. I need this, need it so much that I give myself over to his kiss.
It helps that Ben is a phenomenal kisser. That he can, with one press of his lips against mine, make me forget everything but the soft rub of his tongue or the simple taste of him. Bad decision though it may be, I can’t summon the strength to complain.
His hand curves around my jaw and the other trails down my neck, tickles the skin on the undersides of my breasts, then brushes the marred skin of my stomach with the backs of his fingers. My breath catches in my throat at that simple touch.
He breaks the kiss and looks me straight in the eye. The hand that was cupped around my jaw presses against the bed as he uses it for leverage to hold himself up. The one on my stomach slips down to the button on my jeans and his nimble fingers unbutton and unzip, then slip underneath.
My lips part as his fingers slide over my folds. I hear the rumble of his growl in my ear and I whimper, “Ben.”
“Are you wet for me, baby?” His fingers delve between my legs and the sound of his satisfaction makes my * clench in anticipation.
Then he presses against my clit with his thumb and moves in such ways that causes my breath to catch in the back of my throat. If I learned one thing after our night together, it was that Ben knows me almost better than I know myself. He understands from the pitch of my sighs and the restless way my fingers grip the sheets that I’m about to come. He watches as I twine the material around my hands and undulate against the play of his fingers. My desire reaches a fever pitch and he catches my low moan with his lips, his fingers flicking an insistent rhythm until I tremble against him in relief.
My muscles are so deliciously relaxed that I don’t realize Ben has even moved until I feel the rasp of my jeans sliding down my legs and the cool air curling around my now-exposed skin. My panties disappear along with my pants, and I don’t have a moment to adjust to my complete nakedness before his hands are spreading me wide and his mouth is on me.
The wet slick of his tongue against me sends a shock of pleasure along my nerves, short-circuiting any second thoughts I may have had. He presses against my legs as the flat of his tongue devastates me. He places one leg over his shoulder and uses his free hand to add the thick length of his fingers.
My hips lift, unbidden, and I moan through my second orgasm. I nearly scream through it, but Ben lifts and kisses me as his fingers help me through the aftershocks. His taste and mine mingle through the kiss, and I shudder underneath him.
His breath becomes ragged and a sense of urgency now underlies each of his movements. His fingers tremble as he undoes the button and zipper on his pants, so much that I knock his hands away to finish the job. I push his pants down his thighs with impatient fingers, dragging the cotton of his briefs along with them. He’s still wearing his customary black combat boots, so I don’t even consider shucking them the rest of the way off. That will take way too long, and I want him inside of me. Now.
His legs are pinned by the confines of his jeans, so his range of movement is significantly limited. The thick length of his cock springs free, and my mouth waters at the same time my * tightens. It’s been so long since I’ve even wanted to make love to anyone that my sudden and significant response to him surprises me. Though, it shouldn’t. The few moments it takes for him to slip on a condom feel like an eternity.
I scramble to pull him on top of me, needing the heavy press of his weight to assuage the need burning inside me. He spreads my legs and settles between them in a smooth movement, his lips taking mine for another kiss as he drives inside me.