Page 20 of Falling for the Forbidden
He looks up at me and another pool of lust explodes between my legs.
“Oh, please…oh…oh,” I chant as he kisses lower.
The music in the background barely registers in my head, but as I continue whimpering, I understand why he put it on. This house might be massive, with our parents’ bedroom at the other end of the L-shaped corridor, but neither of us needs to risk being heard. I tell myself to keep it together and get control of my volume, but the second I feel his tongue gently lick at me, I cry out in pleasure.
I fist the sheets beneath me when he adds a little more pressure before sliding a finger inside me. I’ve no idea if the words and cries falling from my lips are intelligible or not, but I don’t really care. What he’s doing has taken over ever inch of my body, and I never want him to stop.
My body coils tighter and tighter and I know that, at some point, something’s got to give. When I feel him slide another finger into me, that something inside me snaps.
White light flashes behind my eyes as my entire body explodes with a sensation beyond anything I’ve felt before. I feel it in the tips of my fingers and all the way to my toes.
It feels like it lasts forever, but as I come down from my high and lock eyes with Ben, who’s still between my thighs, I realise it wasn’t nearly long enough.
There’s pride in his eyes, but the overwhelming emotion is sadness. My initial thought is that I’m about to be sent on my way when all I really want is more of him.
When he sits up, I’m just about prepared for what’s to come. Without words, I know that’s as far as he’s going to take this.
I prop myself up, ready to do the walk of shame back to my room, but, to my surprise, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he stands, drops his jeans to the floor, and pulls the covers back beside me. Sliding under, he looks at me with anticipation. There’s a vulnerability oozing from him, something I’m sure he doesn’t allow many people to see.
Jumping into action, I lift my arse and climb under the covers with him. The second I stretch my body out, he rolls onto his side and pulls me to him.
“Why did you—”
“Shh…I won’t take any more from you than that. It’s not my place,” he says, repeating his earlier words.
“But I said—”
“That doesn’t matter. I need to do what’s right. Well…some of it, at least.” A sad laugh passes his lips.
“Please, let me in.” I press my hand to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath. “Please, I could help make things better.”
“It’ll only make life harder for you. Promise me you won’t say anything to your dad. Don’t try to fight for me.” The look on his face has me agreeing, even though it’s the last thing I want to do.
I fall asleep in his arms.
When I wake the next morning, he’s gone.
Chapter Seven
The momentI realise I’m alone, I pick up my discarded clothes and run back to my room. I can still smell him on me and the last thing I want to do is wash it away, but I know I have to put last night behind me. I have a nagging feeling that last night was the beginning and the end of anything between us. The most sensible thing to do would be to put it behind me and try to move on.
“Lauren, is that you?” Dad asks the second I step foot downstairs.
“Yeah,” I call as I make my way towards the kitchen.
“I’m sorry if I was angry last night. It’s just that Ben isn’t someone I think you should be spending time with.” The vicious tone has gone, replaced by one that sounds a little like regret. “He’s bad news. You’ve got plenty of other friends I’m sure you’d enjoy being with much more.”
“He’s not bad news, Dad. I think you’ve got him all wrong.” Something darkens in his eyes, but it’s gone again in a flash.
“Just trust me on this, okay?”
Ben’s words from last night about not fighting for him come back to me. As much as I want to do just that, I trust him more than I do my dad right now, so I swallow the words on the tip of my tongue and instead whisper my agreement.
“Jenny and I are going away this weekend. I suggest you go and stay with your mother.”
“Dad, I’m more than capable of staying here without you.”
“This isn’t up for discussion, Lauren. Don’t you want to spend time with your mother?”
