Page 63 of The Heat of Us

“I know you have been dressing yourself without any assistance for many years now, Hazel. So no, I’m not going to help.”

I couldn’t help pouting at that a little.

“I’m done.”

Ben came out with his hands over his eyes, in an almost identical get-up to me. But his T-shirt was filled by broad shoulders instead. And just enough of his thighs were revealed that I could clearly see that he had been diligently attending the gym for non-stalking purposes.

“Seriously? You thought I was lying?” I crossed my arms.

His fingers parted slightly so he could peek, only dropping his hand once he was satisfied. “Not lying but definitely prone to fibbing to get what you want.”

“Maybe I don’t want you,” I sniffed.

“That’s a lie.” Ben smirked. “Now get on the bed.”

“What?”

“Sitting. On the edge,” he clarified. “I’m going to give you a massage.”

“Oh.”

Then instead of playing smooth RnB and promising to rock my world, he turned on sounds of the ocean and began to gently coax the tension out of my head and neck with his fingers.

Ben had some sort of wizardry in his hands because after a few minutes of this, I felt my eyes grow heavy. My body felt loose, on the verge of sinking into a puddle.

“Up we go.”

He threw his covers back and laid me down on the bed, his fingers continuing their rhythmic, pressured circles. His body was very warm as he slid in next to me.

“Good night, Hazel.”

I slipped into a dreamless sleep.

There was a cock in my ass.

Not in in. Just laying there, like a hot dog in a bun.

I had no idea what time it was but this was probably the most refreshed I had felt waking up in a long long time.

It was very likely due to the fact I was encased by a peppermint chocolate smelling alpha I wanted to eat right up. I wiggled my bum against him and his breath hitched slightly, the palm on my stomach jerking involuntarily.

Oh, this was dumb. I couldn’t let my horny brain take over again. We hadn’t talked about anything — what I did for work, if it was safe to forgo protection. But then, even if he did have a condom, the idea of him coming into latex instead of in (or on) me made my omega hiss.

His hand slid up and cupped my breast.

“Hazel.”

His sleep-roughened voice melted down my spine.

“We can’t fuck,” I said immediately.

Ben nuzzled his nose against the curve of my neck and shoulder and the sensation went straight to my clit. “Ok, we won’t,” he said, sounding unbothered.

“I’m serious.” I tried to put a bit more steel into my words but his thumb was so far away from my nipple it was absolutely aggravating me.

“Do you see me putting my cock in you?”

I groaned. “Don’t say that.”

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