Page 122 of Between the Blue
Ben hesitates for a moment, so I press down against him, making both of us gasp.
“Fine,” he agrees, his voice husky.
“I want you to take your shirt off,” I tell him.
His brows raise, like that’s not what he expected me to say, but he doesn’t hesitate, gripping the back of his black t-shirt behind his neck and pulling it straight over his head in the way only guys do. He discards the dark fabric somewhere on the floor, and instantly my eyes fall down to his chest, my mouth filling with water.
I don’t think before I reach out, running my hand down his torso. His abs flex against my cool touch, and I can’t help the way I automatically bite my lip. Between the dark ink covering most of his body and his muscles that could only belong to an elite athlete, it’s becoming more evident to me by the second that, unfortunately, I’ve never been more attracted to a man than I am to Bennett James.
My eyes fall to the necklace he’s wearing. I’ve noticed the silver chain poking out of his shirt collar before, but now I’m seeing the small gold coin pendant that hangs from it, falling perfectly in the dip of his chest. I tilt my head, and it catches the light just right, showing a little sun engraved into the gold.
“I want to touch you,” Ben suddenly says, making my gaze snap up.
His hands slowly slide up my thighs, gripping the bottom of my t-shirt, and he looks up at me in a way that sends warmth flooding to my core.
“Can I?” he asks.
I nod quickly, raising my arms above my head. Ben takes a steady breath before he lifts my shirt off of me, his eyes never leaving me as he tosses it aside.
I’m completely bare before him from the waist up, and I don’t shy away from his gaze. In fact, something about it makes me feel even more confident. Because, as much as Ben may have been trying to deny it for the last week, I know now, without a doubt, that he wants me.
Badly, by the looks of it.
And there’s just something about seeing emotion like that on the face of a man that so rarely shows any.
He reaches out for me now, wrapping both of his large hands around my hips. Then, slowly, he slides them around so that he’s cupping my ass.
“This okay?” he asks.
“Yea–”
I barely get the full words out before Ben is yanking me forward on his lap and sitting up with the pure strength of his core.
My breath catches in my throat as his hands span across either side of my ribcage, slowly rising until they rest just below my breasts.
“Can I–”
“I’ve already told you,” I blurt out, breathy. “Whatever you want.”
“Mmm,” Ben hums. “You should be more careful with your allowances.”
“What do you–”
I break off into a whimper as Ben suddenly pulls my nipple between his teeth.
Just as the pinch of pain starts to set in, he swirls his tongue around it, soothing the ache. I don’t even have time to catch my breath before he’s moving to my other nipple, palming the first breast in his hand now.
“Oh my god,” I stammer, shuddering against him. My eyes fall shut, and, even though I somewhat register Ben’s hand sliding down my belly, it still shocks me when his hand slips straight into my panties, cupping me. And if he thought I was all wet before, I’m absolutely soaked now.
“I would’ve asked if that was okay,” Ben mutters, “but you said whatever I want.”
My eyelids feel heavy as I meet his gaze.
“Now,” he says, “tell me what you want.”
My lips part, but the words die on my tongue as Ben slips two fingers inside of me, his thumb circling my clit in a way that makes my vision go blurry.
“I… I…” I stutter, trying to speak but finding it nearly impossible as Ben continues to thrust his fingers in and out of me in a way that feels perfectly in sync with the pounding of my heart.
