Page 19 of Falling for the Forbidden
“Lauren,” he warns, but I can already tell I’ve won. The anger that was in his eyes has been replaced by something else entirely.
Lust.
His gaze stays on mine for a few more seconds before dropping to my lips. I wet them in preparation and I’ve barely got my tongue back in my mouth before he’s on me. His lips press against mine and his tongue sweeps into my mouth. His hands slide up my waist and around my back, holding me tight and bringing us even closer together. My curves mould against his hard, muscular body and I melt under his touch.
Groaning into his kiss, I find the bottom of his t-shirt and run my fingers up the warm, smooth skin of his back. When I start to drag my nails down, he moans and starts to harden against my stomach.
Excitement flutters in my belly that I have this power over him. He’s the bad boy that every woman I know lusts after. All my friends want him and the women at work wish they had the chance. But I’m here, in his arms, with his lips pressed against mine.
All the reasons why this really shouldn’t be happening are far from my mind as I lose myself to his touch. My skin burns wherever he touches me, and my body aches for more.
Shifting his hands to my thighs, he grips and lifts me so I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. His hardness presses against me. A wave of sensations I’ve not experienced before explode from my centre. Pulling my lips from his, I suck in a surprised breath. His hooded eyes lock on mine as he rolls his hips. The same thing happens again, only it’s stronger this time. A sexy and determined smirk tugs at his lips, making something unfurl inside of me.
“Ben, please.” I’ve no idea what I’m asking for, but whatever it is, I need it. I need it badly.
Dropping his lips to my neck, he kisses the sensitive skin below my ear. Goosebumps spread across my body and heat plumes in my belly.
Holy shit, I want himis the only thing I can think as he lowers me to the bed.
But instead of continuing, he stands and goes to walk away.
“What are you doing? Come back.” My words come out in a rush. My need for him has heat hitting my cheeks and spreading down my neck.
“Patience,” he says with a chuckle.
The second he flips the lock on his bedroom door, something heavy settles in my lower stomach.Oh my God, this is happening.I probably should be scared, but that’s the last thing I’m feeling as I watch Ben cross the room, scroll through his phone, and then turn on his speaker. Before turning back to me, he reaches behind him and drags his t-shirt over his head.
“Holy cow,” I whisper, more to myself than him, when he turns towards me. Not only are his eyes so dark they’re almost black, but what I always knew to be a muscular body is so much more than I ever imagined. I didn’t think bodies like that existed in real life. The dark tattoo I didn’t know he had wraps around his ribs, a stark contrast to his lightly tanned skin.
“You know it’s rude to stare.” Amusement fills his voice as he slowly stalks back over to me, his eyes never leaving mine.
“S—sorry, I just…” I stutter, not really sure what I should be saying in this situation.
“I’m joking, Lauren. I don’t want anyone else’s eyes on me but yours.”
I’m not stupid. I know he’s been with plenty of women. I’ve even had the pleasure of bumping into a few after he’s kicked them out. But it’s easy to put all of that to one side when he’s looking at me with longing in his eyes like he is right now.
“I shouldn’t be doing this. I think we both know I don’t have the right to take anything from you.”
“I’ll give you everything you want. I’m yours.”
The muscles in his neck and shoulders tense, but his lips stay pressed into a hard line.
“You’re not mine to take. But I can make you feel so fucking good.” With those words, he wraps his fingers around the waistband of my shorts and drags them and my knickers down my legs.
I gasp, embarrassment filling me momentarily, but no sooner has he dropped them to the floor, he sits me up and pulls my lips to his. His kiss washes away any concern and embarrassment I have. And by the time he’s kissing down my neck and curling his fingers around the bottom of the hoodie he gave me, I’m panting for more.
The sweatshirt joins the rest of my discarded clothes before he peels my vest from me. My breasts feel heavy, my nipples peaked painfully, and it only gets worse when his eyes drop to take them in.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. Too fucking pure and innocent for the likes of me.”
Pushing me back to the bed, he kisses across my collarbone and then down over the swell of one breast.
I’m not totally innocent. I’ve done things with guys in the past, but each encounter was a rush job just to get them off. I’ve never experienced anything like this—being adored and worshipped. Having my own pleasure matter.
My back arches as he sucks one of my sensitive nipples into his mouth.
“Oh God, Ben.”
