Page 54 of Wine Whiskey & Lipstick

“Ben . . . I’m hot.”

He didn’t feel her body tense like it did when she was about to have a panic attack. He murmured against her lips, “You want me to stop?” It would kill him if she did, but he would.

“No. Don’t stop.” Dillyn leaned deeper into their kiss, snaking her arms around Ben’s neck. “Not that kind of heat but the kind that makes you wet.” Dillyn pressed her thighs together, hoping to ease the building ache.

Ben got the message loud and clear. Dillyn was turned on enough that she might not shut down when he filled her. She was almost ready to trust him with her body completely

He tore his lips away from hers. “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” Her response came out on a gasp.

Gently, Ben pulled Dillyn down and onto the mattress. He lay down beside her, not sure if Dillyn was ready for him to settle between her thighs. “I didn’t say where.”

Dillyn squirmed. “I don’t care.”

“You sure?”

She was lost in the feeling of him—his touch, his kiss, his voice, hiseverything. “Yesss...”

Ben grinned as he quickly removed the last barrier of clothing separating their bodies. He slipped a hand between her thighs. “Mmm . . . You are wet, but not wet enough.”

Ben dragged a single finger down the center of her sex and then back up.

Dillyn’s back arched up into his hands. Her breathing became uneven. “Ben,” she said his name in a breathy whisper. “I’m . . . I . . . ache.”

“Good,” Ben repeated the same motion over and over until he had Dillyn squirming uncontrollably. He was rewarded with the evidence of her arousal. Her cream covered his hands.

It was a miracle Ben hadn’t already exploded from the sheer anticipation of being inside her, and that was before he inserted a digit into her opening. Slowly, he pulled his finger out only to reinsert it.

Dillyn lifted her hips off the mattress, searching for more, wanting and needing more.

Ben inserted a second digit.

Dillyn’s head turned from side to side on the pillow as she bit down on her lower lip.

Ben watched Dillyn’s face. Her eyes were closed, but she looked like a woman ready to take the next step. He continued to make love to her with his fingers. He pulled them out only to thrust them back inside, alternating between slow and gentle, harder and faster.

Dillyn cried out when Ben found her g-spot.

She was ready.Ben moved in between her thighs and positioned himself just outside her opening. “Dillyn, look at me.”

Her eyes had been closed but fluttered open.

“I want you to watch me. To look into my eyes when I enter you. I want you to know who it is inside you when we become one, and you become mine.”

Dillyn nodded.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Ben asked one last time. If she said no, he’d be crushed but would respect her decision.

Dillyn lifted her legs, tenting her knees, and caressed the side of his face. “You said you would chase away the ghosts. I trust that you will, but more than anything, I want you to show me how it feels to make love.”

Ben didn’t take the amount of trust she gave him lightly.

Dillyn was nervous that she wouldn’t be able to give Ben what he needed, but she wanted to try. She wanted to give him everything.

They held each other’s gaze as Ben guided himself into the warmth of her body until he was fully seated.

Her heat surrounded him. His own eyes closed from pure pleasure. It had been so long. Dillyn was tight.So tight.She felt so damn good. Ben’s natural instinct was to pound into her, but he had to reign those feelings in.

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