Page 44 of Crave

“God.” His voice is hoarse. “Kate…”

“The way you say my name, baby.” I pull him down for another kiss.

He jerks as I caress his cock. His hand is still tight in my hair, and his lean, beautiful body is pressed against mine. We’re half-sitting, half-lying down on the bench in the back of the bus.

A sudden bump in the road makes us jump.

I peek through the crack in the curtains. Jules is stretched across two seats, snoring softly. Amanda has her hood pulled over her head. Mikki curls up with her lucky stuffed dinosaur that she hauls along on every tour, peacefully asleep. Jett, who’s driving, has music playing on low and is either oblivious to what’s happening back here, or pretending to be.

I turn back to Ben, whose green eyes are luminous in the dark.

“Now where were we?”

I’m cut off when he pushes me down onto the seat. When I bounce from the force of his eagerness, he immediately lifts his hands.

“Was that too hard? I’ll be more careful—”

I put my finger to his lips. “I’ll tell you if it’s too hard.”

His smile is gorgeous. He traces the edge of my black lace halter top.

“Don’t hold back,” I plead.

He seizes my breasts, squeezing them like he’s been starving for this all his life. I stifle a moan as he rips off my top, pushes my tits together, and buries his face in the soft curves. Sucking, leaving love bites. His beard is soft, but it scratches my tender skin.

He’s an animal right now. But I say he’s an angel too.

My nipples ache with pure need. My pussy throbs beneath my short skirt in time with the pulse in Ben’s neck. I’ve got my thumb on that pulse and my hand on his head like I can contain the inferno that’s blazed up between us.

I grasp the hem of his faded T-shirt.

“Let go, baby,” I whisper. “Let me see you too.”

He straightens, helping me strip off his shirt. I take the opportunity to undo my bra and toss it away.

He’s lithe and beautiful, dappled with soft dark hair. As I explore his chest, teasing his nipples into hard little nubs, I know my mouth’s hanging open. I’ve seen a lot of bodies, but I’m in awe.

His palms are warm and a little rough. He runs them over the tattoos on my shoulders and stares at the silver barbells piercing my nipples.

“You’re the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispers.

I twist my fingers in his curls. “And you’re a perfect song.”

The girls would shit themselves laughing if they heard me say that. But they aren’t listening. Only Ben.

“Not perfect,” he whispers. “Not a song.”

He keeps tracing my tattoos until he gets up the courage to return to my breasts. Cupping them in his warm hands, he rubs his thumbs over my tight, puckered nipples and explores the silver piercings.

His shifts between shy and raging are driving me crazy. When he pinches my nipples hard, I gasp.

He looks up, green eyes filled with concern. “Did that hurt?”

“In the best way, baby,” I assure him. “Keep going.”

My panties are fucking soaked. I want him — Ineedhim. I urge him to straddle me on the seat, and as he fondles my tits, I tug at his zipper to open his jeans.

He jerks toward me. His hands tighten on my breasts in excitement, trapping the soft curves. His cock pokes through his boxers, greeting my palm eagerly.

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