Page 23 of Inked Devotion

“Benjamin?” I whispered.

“Hey,” he whispered back.

“I really shouldn’t,” I said, more to myself, but I hadn’t realized I’d said the words aloud until he leaned forward.

“We really shouldn’t,” he said, and then his lips were on mine, and he was holding the beers in his hand. He set the beers down on the table, and then he was over me, kissing me softly, his body warm and hard over mine. I groaned, unable to hold myself back as he settled between my legs, his lips on mine. I was a little too drunk to care, but not enough to forget that I could push him off if I wanted to.

I didn’t. Why not? We were friends. We could do this. It would just be one night, and so I kissed him again and ran my hands up and down his back. He slid one hand up my shirt to cup my breast, and I groaned, leaning into him.

“Are you sure?” He pulled back, both of us breathing heavily.

I didn’t see a single ounce of drink in his eyes just then, he was just pure Benjamin, and I nodded.

“Just tonight,” I whispered.

“Okay then.” And he kissed me again.

We were both too buzzed, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was to kiss him. To feel him.

My shirt was off then, and his lips were on my skin, the softness nearly sending me over the edge. The scruff of his beard rasped against my nipples through my bra, and I groaned, needing more. I pulled on his shirt, and he sat up, stripping it off him, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. He was all hard lines and muscles, and I reached out to slide my fingers over the ridges of his abdomen.

“Dear God, working outside is good for you.”

“I try,” he whispered, and then he kissed me again before he trailed his lips down my chest. I slid off my bra, and he held my breasts together, lapping at my nipples, kissing and sucking. I squirmed on the bed as he continued his leisurely stroll down my body, and then he was kissing the top of my pants before he slid them down, and I was wearing nothing but a smile as he looked down at my pussy, and I nearly groaned.

His dark head was between my legs, and I put my hands on my breasts, playing with my nipples as he sucked at my clit, spreading me as he ate me out. I shook, my whole body on the edge of a precipice, when he speared me with two fingers, sucked on my clit, and I came. I didn’t remember how it happened.

I was coming, my whole body shaking as I whispered his name, and then he was over me, and my hands were on his belt, both of us frantic in stripping him down.

The tequila was burning through me, but I wasn’t drunk just then. This was all Benjamin. All need and heat and something that had been burning for too long or had come out of nowhere. I didn’t know, and I didn’t want to think about it. I just wanted right now.

Maybe it was just a dream, but I didn’t think so.

When he freed himself from his boxer briefs, I palmed his erection, both of us groaning at the sight of my hand on his thickness. He was so wide, my fingertips didn’t touch, and I pumped him once, twice, and he licked his lips.

“You keep doing that, and I’m going to fucking spill all over this pretty breast before I’m even inside you.”

I sat up slightly as he knelt above me and I licked the tip of his dick, just the saltiness making me want to squeeze my thighs together even though he had me spread.

“Okay, enough of that,” he growled, then he tugged on my hair and kissed me again.

He leaned over and rummaged through something, and I wanted to know why he had a condom on him, or maybe he did all the time. I didn’t know, but I was just grateful because I wasn’t about to have sex with him without one.

He slid the condom over his shaft and I licked my lips, then he was between my legs again, his hand working me again to make sure I was ready, and then I met his gaze as he slid deep inside. He was so big, so thick, I could barely keep up, and he was stretching me.

He took his time, sinking into me inch by inch as we both shook, sweat-slick, the smell of tequila and heat burning between us. He had his lips on mine, and then he met my gaze as he pushed in the final inches to bring him deep inside to the hilt.

“Brenna,” he whispered, and then he was moving. I wrapped my legs around his waist, arching myself thrust for thrust as we both succumbed to each other. It was too much, this was everything, and when he slid his hand over my clit again and then reached up to cup my face, kissing me hard, I came, clamping around him. It was frantic, hard, a brutal pace that left us both panting and in need, and when he came, he groaned my name deep into my neck as he shook, holding me close.

And then he fell to the side, both of us moaning, and I slept, falling deep from the drink, from him, and told myself I would deal with it in the morning. I would deal with him in the morning. I didn’t want to regret this. I couldn’t.

It was only a dream. Perhaps this hadn’t happened.

Let my body rest, and there were no more thoughts—only him.

Only heat. Only sleep.

Chapter 6

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