Page 54 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

“Tell me, Chaya. You are so what?”

“Fine. Turned on. Is that what you needed to know?”

He took her hand and placed it over his erection. “Same, babe.” But then, he dropped her hand and stepped back. “Doesn’t change the fact that we need to do this properly. Slowly. Trust me, Chaya. We have all the time in the world. Now, jump in bed and drink your water.”

Knowing that any further resistance would be futile, she did as he said. She climbed into bed and her only satisfaction came when she turned around against the pillow and saw he’d been watching her arse as he bit down on his lower lip.

With highly capable hands and arms, he turned the bedding down while she wiggled her legs beneath the covers.

“I have an idea,” Ben said, tucking her in.

“What’s that?”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“I want you to take care of yourself once I’m gone.”

Her heart stopped beating for a moment, then jolted back to life. “You want me to what?”

His eyes turned dark. “I want you to masturbate. However works best for you. I want you to do it. Ease the ache between your legs for me because I want you to. Because I’m going to walk down the hall, get in the shower, and get off thinking about you and where your fingers are and what you look like when you come.”

Okay.

“Jesus, Ben. You’re…”

“Horny? Hard for you?”

“You sound like one of the guys in Zoe’s books, and I like it.”

Ben kissed her.

Hard.

“Just do it, then send me a picture of your pretty face when you’re done.”

“Really?”

“Yes, babe. I want to know what you look like when you’ve just come.” He pressed up on his arms and lifted off the bed. “Then go to sleep, yeah? Be ready by eleven for brunch.”

And with that, he left her room, letting the door click shut behind him.

10

Ben headed straight to his room, stripped, and stepped into the shower, hoping Chaya would do as he’d suggested. He cranked the water to steaming hot and reached for his dick.

It was hard and heavy and primed. Ever since she’d arrived, shocking the hell out of him, he’d been turned on by the very thought that things were now different between them.

His body was fully aware of her.

And his heart was ready for the all-in.

But his mind?

It was still wrapped up in plotting worst-case scenarios. What if she changed her mind? What if her family convinced her over time to marry someone Jewish?

Then his mind would remind him of how soft her skin was, how the scent of her perfume was strongest just behind her ear, and how her lips had felt sinful against his.

He palmed himself, squeezing firmly from base to tip, easing his hand over his head and back again, savouring the memory of how good it had felt to have her in his arms, to see the look of shock on her face when he encouraged her to do exactly what he was doing right at that moment.

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