Page 53 of Give My Everything
It’s that same fun connection Ben and I always seem to share when we’re just trying to enjoy ourselves, when we aren’t putting so much pressure on things.
It’s a good night. A good time.
Even though I know Ben is adamant that nothing happens between us, I can’t help but take advantage of the situation before me.
Lingering touches. Long glances. Flirtation on high.
It’s enough to twist me up inside in the best ways.
Maybe nothing will come from it, but I know how to make a man beg for my attention. I’ve been capable of doing it my entire life, even before it should have been something on my radar.
And if I were ever going to try to use that power of mine? Ben is the perfect candidate.
When an announcement comes over the speakers that the movie is going to start soon, we wander over to where I laid out Ben’s massive picnic blanket a little while ago.
“Take a seat. I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he says. “I just have to grab something from the car.”
I plop down, using my towel to wipe as much sand off my feet as possible so I can keep my blanket space as sand-free as I can.
Glancing around, I can’t help but let my mind wander to what Ben told me earlier in the car, that he’d love nothing more than to throw me down on his bed.
I close my eyes, allowing myself just a moment to play out that fantasy in my mind.
A night after we’ve moved in together and he comes home from work to find me wearing nothing but a semi-sheer tank top and some lace panties, eating chocolate ice cream in the kitchen.
No. Too cliché.
Eating Nutella straight from the jar.
Yeah.Long licks on the spoon as he walks in to find me.
He loves the hazelnut spread as much as I do and decides to taste it from my lips. We don’t even leave the kitchen as he begins to build my desire, to fan the flames that want to burn straight through my body.
A shiver races through me.
“Getting cold?”
My eyes fly open and I look up to where Ben is standing before me, his head tilted to the side as he assesses me.
I shake my head, both in response to his question and as a way to shove off the daydream I momentarily lost myself in.
Nutella and kitchen sex. That’s new.
“I brought us a little something,” Ben says, placing a small cooler down next to me before he also takes a seat and brushes off his own sandy feet.
My eyebrows rise in surprise at the charming gesture.
“Mr. Calloway—you packed a picnic?”
He grins.
“I couldn’t let us come all the way out here and not experience a true beach picnic, could I?”
I lift the lid, peering in. “I wish you’d told me. I would have saved my appetite for this instead of wasting it on popcorn.”
He packed some cheese, a little loaf of bread, and a bottle of Martinelli’s.
I pull the cider out first.
