Page 26 of Falling for the Forbidden
“Yep. It’s just me and you, baby.”
A thrill rushes through me and I reach for him again. Twisting the fabric of his t-shirt in my hands, I pull him flush against me, desperate to feel his hard body against mine.
We stand and kiss on the decking for the longest time. I can’t get enough. When he pulls back, my lips are swollen and sore, but I can’t think of anything better.
“We’ve got all weekend; we don’t need to rush,” he says with a laugh when I refuse to let him go. “I should feed you first, anyway. I’ve got a suspicion you’re going to need sustenance.” His eyes drop to my necklace and my exposed cleavage, and I watch them darken even further as his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip. My entire body throbs with my need for him, but nowhere more than between my legs. It’s bordering on uncomfortable.
“Stop looking at me like that or I’ll forget all about the dinner.”
“Would that be such a bad thing?”
“Lauren,” he half moans, half laughs. “I’m trying to do this properly. Treat you right.” For the first time ever, he seems so unsure of himself. It’s just another reminder that the bad boy image he shows everyone is just an act. Underneath it all is a kind and gentle man who wants to be loved like everyone else.
“You’re doing perfect,” I say, dropping a kiss to the side of his neck. Intertwining our fingers, I pull him back over to the barbeque. “So, what are we cooking?”
“Whataren’twe cooking? I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I went a little crazy.” Lifting the lid, I see that he’s not lying. Everything you could possibly want at a barbeque is laid on the bars beginning to cook. “And I made mojitos. That’s what you drink, right?”
“Stop worrying. This is perfect.You’reperfect.”
Twisting us around, he pulls me in front of him and wraps his arms around my waist. I look out at the garden beyond as Ben breathes me in. “I’m far from that.”
“Not to me.” I feel his smile against my head and my heart beats that little bit faster. Mum’s words from last night hit me.“I remember what it was like to be young and in love.”
Was she right? Is this what falling in love feels like?
Turning me once again, he walks me backwards until my back bumps against the railing. His hips press against mine, and his arousal is impossible to miss. My eyes widen in surprise. I’ve barely touched him.
“You’ve no idea how badly I need you.”
“I think I do. How long until dinner starts burning?”
“Probably ten minutes. Why?”
With the railing at my back and him at my front, I manage to lower myself to my knees. Ben’s eyes follow my every move. The blue turns almost black and his lids hang heavy with lust.
“Lauren,” he moans when I reach out and undo the button on his jeans. I’ve no idea if it was meant to be a demand to stop or words of encouragement, but now I’ve got the idea in my head, there’s no way I’m not tasting him right now.
I feel his stare as I pull his jeans and boxers down his thighs, but I can’t tear my eyes away from his cock as it springs free.
His body shudders as I wrap my hand around him. “Fucking hell,” he groans. His pleasure spurs me on. I lean forward slightly and gently lick at the end of him. His hips thrust forward with his need for more, but I continue teasing him. “Jesus fucking Christ, Lauren. Shit. Argh,” he moans when I suck him as far into my mouth as he’ll go.
His taste fills my mouth as I pull back and slowly flick my tongue around him once more.
I start to smell burning coming from the barbeque behind us when I reach up and cup his balls in my hand. He moans loudly above me once again before his warning comes. Ignoring it, I suck him harder. His cock twitches and his entire body stills as his cum lands on my tongue.
Once he’s finished, I sit back and lick my lips. I can still feel his stare burning the top of my head, and when I look up, my breath catches. The desire in his eyes, his parted lips as he pants out his increased breaths—it all has my thighs clenching.
“Our first time’s going to be everything you deserve, but fuck if I don’t want to bend you over that railing right this fucking second.”
Standing back to full height, I allow my lips to brush his. “Ben…” His lids lower once again, expecting me to say something sexual, but instead I whisper, “Put your cock away. The dinner’s burning.”
Barking out a laugh that fills me with warmth, he quickly does as I suggest.
Sitting down on one of the chairs, I pour myself a mojito from the jug and enjoy watching him cook. Music softly plays on a speaker set up on the table, the birds sing in the trees above, and the evening sun warms my skin. I can’t think of a better way to spend tonight.
“What?” Ben asks when I look over at him with a smile on my face.
“Thank you for this.”
