Page 71 of Let Me Love You (Excess All Areas 5)

Ben shrugged. “Depends. If you add pegging and join a book club to the list, they’d be the first to go.”

Chaya laughed. “I think I’d prefer it if you did the whole…”

“Whole, what?”

Pink tinged her cheeks as she pointed down to his dick. “The whole penetration thing. Pegging isn’t something I want to try.”

He ran a knuckle down her cheek. “Good. Because the whole penetrating thing is what I prefer.”

She held his gaze before looking away coyly. “More physical sex.”

“Expand on that.”

Chaya took in a deep breath. “Just more…Urgh. What I said in the car. I think I want sex where I don’t feel fragile. I don’t want to put a label on it beyond that, I don’t think. I want playfulness and heat and downright desire. I want to be stripped raw of worry and just taken. It’s not making sense, is it?”

The rational side of his brain said he already had her trust.

He pulled her down onto the bed and kissed her with no restraint. He caught her gasp in his next breath, swallowed the moan that left her lips, and grabbed a fistful of hair on the side of her head. Nothing could stop him.

Except her.

But she didn’t. Her hands wound around his neck as her tongue met his. His fingertips scorched her skin, and her body caught fire beneath him. He rolled over her, settling between her thighs, and placed his palm on her cheek. “It makes perfect sense, Chay. But I think it’s time to use actions instead of words, yeah?”

Chaya nodded.

“Good. So go get ready for dinner. Take a shower, touch yourself but don’t come. Save that for me, for later. Do whatever it is that makes your skin this freaking soft.” He kissed her shoulder gently. “Then, get dressed, but don’t put any knickers on. I want to know you’re bare beneath whatever it is you’re wearing.”

“Ben, I can’t go to dinner without—”

“You can and you will. And it’s going to be hot. All dinner, we’re both going to know. All dinner, I’m going to sit there in a suit and eat the amazing food that’s put in front of us, knowing that none of it will taste as good on my tongue as your pussy will when we’re back in our room and it’s just you and me. I’m hard just thinking about it. And I want you to think about what it’s doing to me…knowing that I know. And I want you to see howyoufeel doing it. Yeah?”

Whilst a nervous glint teased her eyes, she smiled. “Yeah. Can I add have dinner with Ben with no knickers onto the list, so we can tick it off later?”

Ben grinned. “You are the only person I know who adds things they’ve already done to their to-do list so they get the satisfaction of crossing it off.”

“If you ever wrote a to-do list, you’d understand why I do it.”

Ben kissed her neck and nibbled behind her ear. “The only thing on my to-do list is you, babe.”

Two hours later, Ben was regretting his life choices. Well, not so much regretting them, but his dick had ached through most of dinner, having been up and down like a yo-yo. When he’d gotten out of the shower and found Chaya slipping into a floaty navy-blue dress, he’d caught sight of her arse, unclad. Which was obviously an instant boner.

She’d caught him looking, glanced down at the obvious erection beneath his towel, and bit her lip.

It had taken everything he’d had to not fuck her right then and there. Then, there had been the walk to the restaurant, his palm on her back, sliding lower knowing she was naked beneath the dress. As they’d found their seats, he’d taken a moment to look around. Floor-to-ceiling windows, stone, shades of dark grey, and texture from wood.

But as soon as he’d looked back into her eyes, the heat was still there. It was basic and complex. A high-octane level of lust and desire. They were going to have sex tonight and they both knew it. Anticipation doing its thing, making the need deeper. There was also a heady power to telling her to do something and her not only doing it but enjoying it.

Her leg brushed against his beneath the table. With her eyes on him, he knew it was deliberate.

When the food came, it was impossible to take his eyes off her lips, the way they gripped her cutlery as she ate. Or the way her chest rose and fell, her eyes fluttering shut, as she tasted some of the most delicious food he’d ever had.

Suddenly, the romance of a long tasting menu dinner became an exercise in self-control. After the third course, he’d been ready to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to their bedroom.

“You’re quiet,” Chaya said, before putting another mouthful of dessert into her mouth.

“Just thinking,” Ben said, eating the last bite of his own.

“About what?” She leaned forward a little over the table, enough that he could see the rise of her breasts beneath her blue dress. If the fabric shifted just a couple of inches, he’d be able to see her nipples. Nipples that were already erect.

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