Page 28 of Falling for the Forbidden
It’s just the two of us. No worries or concerns, no outside influences. Just me, him, and this explosive thing between us.
“Lauren,” he breathes, running his eyes down the length of me. Tingles that had started to disappear suddenly hit me full force once again.
Stepping up to me, he takes my hand and pulls me over to the bed. I lie down and rest my head on my pillow at his encouragement. Our eyes meet and our breaths mingle, our bodies just inches apart.
I flinch when his warm hand lands on my cheek where I’m so lost in his eyes. I wasn’t expecting this. I had visions of him stripping me bare the second he entered the room and doing wicked things to me. Instead, his face is full of emotion, almost to the point where I’m concerned.
“You make all of this so much easier, Lauren,” he whispers, and my breath catches at the honesty in his words. “You make everything seem worthwhile again. I’ve been walking through life in a haze for a long time, but for the first time in years I’m suddenly seeing things clearly. I feel like I have a home again, I feel like I belong.” Tears burn my eyes. Until now, I had no idea if this crazy connection I felt with him was one-sided, but, if anything, it seems like it means even more to him.
“You make me want to do something about this bullshit life I’ve been living. You give me a reason to fight. To fight for what’s right. To fight for what I deserve.” He pauses and his eyes run over every inch of my face. “I had no idea I was looking for something, and I really had no clue that I was going to find what I so desperately needed in my own house. But here you are, like a guardian fucking angel. I promise you, I’m going to do whatever it takes to prove I’m worthy of you, to protect you, to keep you…to be yours.”
The strength behind his words renders me speechless. He must sense it because nothing more is said as he closes the space between us and presses his lips to mine.
He kisses me for hours, his hands running over every clothed inch of me, but he never pushes for more. I thought I’d be disappointed, but I can’t have imagined anything more perfect. It was exactly what both of us needed after his confession.
Chapter Nine
I wake up feeling hot.I soon understand why when I feel the soft brush of Ben’s lips across my collarbone.
“Good morning,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a breathy moan.
“It sure is, baby.”
Tearing my eyes open, I find him staring down at me, lust filling his eyes. Gone is last night’s emotion, only to be replaced by a hunger I recognise well. It causes my insides to clench.
I go to sit myself up but his hand on my ribs stops me. “Lie back. I’ve got things I want to do to you—and trust me, they can’t wait.”
“Okay,” I breathe, but I’m not sure he hears as he drops his lips back to my skin. He kisses down my chest and over the swell of my breasts. When he gets to the fabric of the dress I’m still wearing, he tucks his finger under the edge and pulls it back.
“Jesus,” he moans when he sees the lace bra I chose especially for him. Lifting his hands to my shoulders, he slips the straps of my dress down my arms before pulling it down my body. His eyes feast on every bit of skin he reveals.
After dropping the fabric to the floor, he stands back and stares. Tingles follow his eyes as he runs them over every inch of me. My chest heaves, my breasts strain against the lace covering them, and my core aches.
“Sweet Jesus. You look fucking sinful. What are you doing to me?”
If he’s waiting for a response, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, followed by his jeans and boxers, allowing me my first look at all of him. Suddenly, I understand his fascination with my body a few seconds ago, because my eyes are glued to him. I follow the definition of his abs, down his v lines to his hard cock bobbing in front of him. My mouth waters.
He doesn’t allow me any longer to appreciate the view because, after dragging my knickers down, he crawls back onto the bed and starts kissing down my leg. My thighs quiver when he makes it to my core.
“So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, running his nose against my sensitive skin.
“Please, Ben. I need—” My words are cut off when his tongue connects with my clit.
It’s like he can read my body and knows exactly what’s going to have me racing towards my release. He sucks hard on my clit before sliding one, then two, fingers inside me.
I pant and moan his name, my hands twisting in the sheet beneath me as I reach the point of no return. He does something with his fingers and I’m falling. I cry out as my orgasm races through me, every part of my body pulsing with pleasure.
He looks smug when he pulls back and stares at me. “I don’t want to know how you got so good at that,” I say with a laugh.
His face pales slightly before saying, “I’m only going to get better with all the practice I’m expecting to have.”
My thighs clench despite the fact that he’s just shattered me into a million pieces.
After reaching down to his discarded clothes, Ben drops a little silver square to the bed and kisses his way up my body.
“You ready for this?” I swallow my nerves and nod. He can see right through my act because his palm lands on my cheek and his soft eyes hold mine. “If you’re not, just tell me. We don’t have to.”
“No. No, I want this. I want you. Please, Ben. Just be…just be gentle?” I feel ridiculous asking, but I can’t help the words falling from my mouth.
