Page 60 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

“Third?”

“Last night at the bar. Today. Now. Third.”

Chaya grinned, wishing she could see his face more clearly. “I thought you said last night didn’t count, that today was our first date…and seeing today isn’t over, this is just one long continuous first date.”

“Maybe I’m beginning to think that my idea of waiting is a supremely stupid one.”

“It wasn’t my bright idea. You could have stayed last night so I wouldn’t have had to—”

“Fuck, don’t make me think of you touching yourself,” he groaned before kissing her again. Firmly, this time, as he slid one hand down her body to squeeze her bum before reaching for her thigh and pulling her leg over his hip.

Which led to only one thing.

The delicious feel of his growing erection exactly where she wanted it.

“Ben,” she cautioned.

“I know. A plane full of people. We’re not doing anything but getting comfortable.”

A slow vibration of need filled her core. Her clit throbbed with it. Ben kissed her again. Slowly, in a way that only made the ache worse. “You are being so unfair,” she muttered when he shifted to kiss her neck, licking and sucking on the spot behind her ear that always had the power to make her shake.

“Want me to stop?” he asked.

She should say yes. “Not yet.”

“Good.” He dipped his hand beneath the waistband of the joggers he’d suggested she’d be comfortable travelling in.

“Did you tell me to wear these for this very purpose?”

“Obviously.”

His fingers slipped a little lower, tracing small circles over her mound, inches from where she needed them most. But it felt so good. So reassuring. Comforting, for some reason.

“Are you going to let me go lower?” Ben’s voice in her ear caused her to shiver.

Every part of her wanted him to. Quickly, she peeked out over the covers. As Ben had promised, everyone who could possibly see the sofa was asleep.

“Yes,” she said, sliding the cover back over her head.

Confidently, he slid his fingers lower. “Ah. So wet, babe.”

He stroked her. Gently, at first, easing her arousal up over her clit, making it easier to slide against it. There was no doubt he knew what he was doing. There was no awkward fumble. Just the highly capable movement of his fingers against her that made her abs flinch.

“Ben,” she gasped.

“You like that?” he whispered.

“Yes.”

He resumed his efforts before first one, and then two of his fingers slid inside her. “Don’t wiggle about so much if you don’t want them to know what we’re doing.”

She needed to move. She wanted to roll her hips against his. Wanted to ease him too.

She slid her hand to his cock, so hard and long beneath his joggers, and he groaned. “Chay,” he warned. “You coming is a bit more discreet than me, babe.”

“You don’t want me to?” she asked as he slid his fingers back inside her a little more ruthlessly than he had been.

Ben placed his lips next to her ear. “I want your hands on me almost as much as I want your orgasm. But when I come, it’s gonna be messy. So, let’s just focus on you.”

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