Page 30 of Falling for the Forbidden
“I hope that’s a good sigh.”
“Mmm…it is. I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed.”
“Every morning should start with orgasms, don’t you think?”
“As long as they’re delivered by you.”
He goes silent behind me. I can feel the sudden tension in his muscles. Sitting up, sloshing water everywhere, I turn and straddle him. I hate not being able to see his face.
“What’s wrong?” He tries looking away, but I bring his face back to me. “Ben?”
“I’m sorry; it’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. You can tell me, whatever it is.” Sliding my hand around the back of his neck, I tilt and drop a quick kiss to his lips.
“It’s just…this is so incredible.” My breath catches when he places his hand over my heart. “You’re so incredible. But…” He lets out a pained breath.
“What happens when we’re caught?” I finish for him.
“Yeah,” he agrees sadly.
“Enough,” I snap, a little too harshly if his wide eyes are anything to go by. “We’ve got plenty of time to worry about that. But right now, we’ve got an empty house all to ourselves. The most important thing to worry about is what we’re going to do for the next twenty-four hours.”
“Or how many times I can make you come.”
“Hmm…that, too. What did you have planned?”
“Nothing past last night. What did you want to do?”
“Nothing sounds perfect. Well, maybe not totally nothing.” Sitting back between his legs, I slide my hand up his thigh, giggling to myself when it makes his cock twitch. Taking him in my hand, I slowly slide it up and down, all the while watching Ben’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Yeah, I think this could be the perfect way to spend the weekend.
Once the water’s cold, we both climb out of the bath and set about with whatever we’re going to do. Ben walks over to the window and pulls the curtains back. “How about just chilling out in the garden? I’ve got plenty of food left over from last night. We could barbeque again later.”
“Sounds perfect.” Pulling open a drawer, I rummage around for a bikini.
“What’s that for?” he asks, eyeing the small bit of red fabric in my hands.
“Sunbathing?” The look on his face as he stares at it makes the word come out like a question.
“Not necessary.” The fabric is snatched from my hands and shoved back into the drawer.
“Ben, I’m not walking around all day naked.”
“Why not? No one will see you but me.” I try to come up with a reasonable argument other than I don’t want to, but the moment I see the fire in his eyes, all thoughts leave my head. Running my eyes down the chiselled planes of his abs, I realise it’s not such a bad idea. “And it means I can have you any time I want.”
We don’t leave my bedroom for at least another hour, and I have a feeling today is going to be exhausting in a very, very good way.
Thankfully, he relents on me wearing clothes, so as we walk hand in hand into the kitchen, I’m wearing my bikini and a pair of hot pants and he’s looking like a freaking swimwear model in his low-hanging board shorts.
“What do you want for breakfast?” he asks after kick-starting both the kettle and the coffee machine.
“Hmm…cake.”
“Cake?” he asks with a laugh.
“Why not? This weekend is about indulging, so what’s more indulgent than cake for breakfast?”
“Good point. I’m pretty sure there’s no cake in this house.”
