Page 102 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

She threaded her fingers through his hair. “Thinking about what it would be like has kept me company in bed for years. But it’s nothing compared to the reality of it.”

Ben grinned and disappeared beneath the fabric of her skirt, circling her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Arousal soaked her and his tongue, the taste of it making his balls ache.

When he slid a finger into her, he heard the sound of her fists hitting the door. The idea that someone outside might know they were fucking had his dick leaking in his pants.

She clenched around his fingers, and he sucked and licked harder. Within seconds, she detonated, his name a cry that ricocheted around the room.

He couldn’t wait any longer. Freeing his dick, he stood and lifted Chaya into his arms. She grabbed the hem of her dress and he bodily held her to the door while he used one hand to guide himself swiftly into her.

“Fuck,” he gasped, slamming his palm against the door.

And suddenly, any restraint he had was gone. He crushed his lips to Chaya’s as he hammered into her.

Her arms tightened around his neck as she clung to him. Grabbing her thighs, he held her open to him. It was likely ungraceful, but the rawness of it released something wild inside him.

A feralness that had nothing to do with anything but the two of them, and the pounding in his head that told him she was his everything.

“Oh, Ben,” Chaya groaned, her voice shaking with the violence of his thrusts.

He should slow down, be more considerate, but he could no more stop a freight train with his bare hands. The door rattled loudly, and he briefly imagined someone on the other side of the door getting turned on, imagining what he and Chaya were doing.

Chaya pressed her lips to his neck. “Fuck me hard, Ben,” she whispered, her words sending him over the edge.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he muttered as his orgasm picked up speed, hammering down his spine, tightening his balls until he barked out a gasp as he came. A glorious explosion of release, heightened by the fact Chaya came too, squeezing him in an incredible death grip.

He gentled his thrusts, easing in and out of her slowly as they both regained their breath.

His legs shook, but he wasn’t ready to put her down just yet.

Softly, he kissed her.

“That,” Chaya whispered as if the word were a complete sentence.

“That, what, babe?”

“That was everything I’ve been missing. That was what I was scared of but wanted. Just that, Ben.”

He slid out of her carefully and lowered her to the ground so he could cup her cheeks. “When you let me love you like that… Your trust in me and us devastates me, babe.”

Her smile was the only response he needed. “Let’s go to bed.”

It took a few minutes to get ready, but once they were in bed, Chaya snuggled against him and fell asleep quickly.

He’d thought he’d follow.

But for all everything he’d said was true, a little voice somewhere deep inside told him it still wasn’t enough.

Night shifts were a royal pain in the arse for the body clock, but marginally less frenetic than the day shift. By Chaya’s highly inaccurate and poorly measured estimate, she felt the actual severity of conditions increased versus day shift.

“My fledgling hypothesis is that time wasters and people who aren’t that sick can’t be arsed to get out of bed at three in the morning to present at casualty. Which means, they don’t trickle up here as admissions,” she said to Amber.

They’d become even firmer friends after the whole press incident.

“I totally concur. As a mum to a three-year-old, I also prefer nights because it reminds my husband what it’s like to have to take responsibility for her. He has to get her up and dressed and fed and to daycare. Not that he complains. It’s just, I see some of my friends, and everything to do with their baby falls to them, rather than their husband, just by default.”

Chaya wondered how that would work for her and Ben. They’d be equal partners. She knew it for sure.

She saw how he was around Zale. He was the best uncle, happy to change nappies, and have the little guy hang out with him. While she was here, he was babysitting for Luke and Willow at their apartment. She found it funny that, out of all of them, Willow, the wealthy American, had originally been the one with grand designs on living in a big house. And between her and Luke, they had double the wealth of the band, yet they enjoyed the anonymity of living in their small two-bedroom apartment.

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