Page 53 of Coming Home

I yelped in surprise when he lifted me easily into his arms and carried me to bed. He was so gentle when he laid me down, letting my legs hang over the side at my knees. He dropped to the floor and gently nudged them apart as he stared up at me with an evil grin.

I obeyed and closed my eyes, allowing myself to simply feel. The brush of his day-old beard against my thighs made me wiggle, but he pinned me down and diligently set about to pleasure me until I was seeing stars dancing behind my eyelids.

Satisfied, he began kissing a path up my body leaving goosebumps along the way. I opened my eyes to see the cocky smirk on his face. I knew he was proud of the fact that he’d made me melt into a puddle of goo.

With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pushed him to the side so he landed with a thump on the bed next to me, and I forced my Jell-O like legs to move across the room. I retrieved the bag of my earlier purchases and blew him a kiss as I disappeared into the bathroom.

Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized my flushed complexion, wide eyes, and swollen lips. I pulled out the lingerie I’d bought and shimmied into it. I felt sexier than I ever had before. I chose to leave the matching panties in the bag. They were too pretty to risk being destroyed in a moment of passion.

I stood in the doorway of the bathroom leaning up against the frame as I waited for him to see me. His head slowly turned, and his breath hitched as his eyes drank in my sight. It gave me confidence as I slowly walked over to the bed and climbed up to straddle him.

He immediately reached for me, but I deflected his advances easily. I had already had two massive orgasms and needed a little break to recover. Besides, it was my turn for a bit of foreplay.

“No hands,” I warned him, holding his arms above his head as I lowered myself down to kiss him.

I didn’t know how a simple kiss could already begin to turn me on once more; then again, there was no such thing as simple where Ben was concerned.

I left his lips and kissed a path along his jaw, down his neck, stopping with an evil smirk to nibble on the place I planned to someday mark him. He growled and abandoned my no-touching policy quickly.

I sat back up and shook my head. He closed his eyes and groaned but obeyed once again as he bent his arms behind his head. I left his neck with one final kiss and continued my explorations of the various textures and planes of his body.

When I reached my final destination, one lick had him nearly jumping out of his skin and no longer able to keep his hands to himself. He threaded his fingers through my hair and stilled my actions.

“Shelby,” he growled in warning.

I looked up and grinned at him. I loved seeing him so undone and on the verge of losing control. There was something so powerful in knowing I was his kryptonite.

Already hot and ready for him, I abandoned my mission and straddled him once again. His hands moved to my hips to help guide me in a show of control I knew he didn’t feel. I threw my head back and welcomed the sensations of joining as one then took what I needed quickly, knowing the state I had worked him up to already.

“Ben,” I cried as I found my release.

He grabbed my hips and aggressively stilled my movements as they triggered his own orgasm. He was practically vibrating and had broken out into a sweat. Combined with the wild look in his eyes, it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.

I sat there staring down at him for what felt like an eternity before leaning down and kissing him. He repositioned us to spoon me from behind as we cuddled and talked late into the night about anything and nothing at all, both of us still avoiding any discussion of a future together.

The next morning when I awoke, I was still safely tucked in his arms. It was a surreal feeling and one I never wanted to let go of. He kissed my shoulder, letting me know he was awake as I rolled to face him.

“Good morning,” he said. “I could really get used to this.”

I grinned but knew he couldn’t commit to that yet. If he could, he would have already claimed me. I wasn’t sure what was holding him back. I kissed him, morning breath and all, just to distract me from that line of thinking.

There was a knock at the door. Ben wrapped the blanket tightly around me and ensured I was fully covered before he hit the dampener on the nightstand and told them to come in.

It was a little awkward as the twins walked in as I lay there with nothing but a tiny negligee covering me under the thick blanket.

“Sorry. We didn’t want to bother you, but there’s someone here looking for you, Ben,” Troy said.

“Trust me, we did not want to disturb you,” Will said dramatically.

I laughed. “It’s okay. Who is it?”

Troy shrugged.

“A Patrick O’Connell?” Will said.

“Patrick’s here? Why?” I asked looking to Ben.

He shrugged, looking like an older version of Troy.

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