Page 100 of Lacey's Fight

“We do this any way you want, sunflower. Hard and fast, slow and sweet, you in control, both of us in control, me in control, it’s up to you.”

She knew he meant that.

Whatever she needed he’d gladly give her.

Which was why she was able to answer the way she did.

“I trust you, Ben. Make me feel good, make me fall apart, help me be free.”

Ben growled and hauled her closer so she was plastered against him. “Do you know how hot it is to know how much you trust me?”

He nipped at her lips as he kissed her, his hands moving to grab the hem of her tank top. Tearing his lips away from hers, he pulled the top over her head, baring her chest to him. Since she hadn’t had plans to go anywhere today, she wasn’t wearing a bra and she liked the flare of arousal in his eyes.

Large hands gripped her hips, and he lifted her, placing her on her feet in front of him, and when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her leggings, she almost begged him to hurry up and touch her.

There was no way she could stand the throbbing pressure building inside her much longer.

But she’d promised to step back, not fight for control, just be in the moment.

Slowly, Ben eased her leggings down her legs. “These are absolutely you.”

“Got them while we were in Australia last year. Great company, they make all these brightly colored leggings, so cute, and they have some with pockets.”

“I knew you were a sunflower,” he said as one of his hands grasped her ankle and he lifted it so he could pull her foot through. “Tall, beautiful, bright, standing up so tall and straight. My beautiful sunflower.”

Aww.

His words were the sweetest, and made her heart go all warm and mushy.

When she put these on today, she’d been thinking of him and the nickname he’d given her. Wearing them had been like having a piece of Ben with her.

Once he’d pulled her other foot free, he picked up her clothes and tossed them aside before leaning back against the couch. “Spread your legs and let me get a good look at what’s mine.”

It shouldn’t turn her on that Ben had already claimed her even though technically she hadn’t given him an answer when he asked what she wanted, but it did.

The throbbing inside her grew exponentially.

Lacey had always enjoyed sex, but never had it been anything like this. The emotional connection was making every nerve ending extra sensitive, each feeling so much stronger.

It was exhilarating.

Spreading her legs, she let her hands hang at her sides as Ben’s appreciative gaze roamed over her. Each place his eyes touched seemed to spring to life, heating as though his eyes were shooting small arrows at her.

By the time he pushed up and moved closer, she felt like she would combust if he didn’t do something to put out the raging fire burning inside her.

“Hands don’t move,” he warned as he touched a kiss to the sensitive pulse point behind her ear.

Barely able to breathe now his lips were finally touching her, she might have nodded or uttered an answer, Lacey really had no idea.

With excruciating slowness, but equally as much care, he trailed kisses down her neck and along her collarbone before he captured one of her nipples and tugged it between those full lips of his.

As he suckled, he flicked her nipple with his tongue, making it pebble and it took everything Lacey had not to grab his shoulders, urging him to give her other breast the same attention.

But she didn’t.

Because she’d promised.

Because she didn’t have to worry about anything with Ben.

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