Page 25 of Pillow Talk

“Of course, the more we talked, the more I realized how intelligent you are. Then, when you touched my arm the first time, there was a current of something that passed between us.” He gently touches me with his finger, tracing the curve of my neck from my chin to my collarbone. “And I know you felt it, too.”

I nod and lean into his touch, needing it as much as my next breath.

“It scared me, but it also intrigued me. So much so that I knew I had to see you again. The proposition was a way to ask you out I guess. I didn’t really think it through; it just came out. I knew I would be here, and you would be there.”

I reach up to wrap my arms around his shoulders as he drags his hands slowly down my body, coming to rest on my waist, griping the white cotton of his shirt that is barely covering my hips.

"Alexa." My name falls from his lips in a sigh. There is a slight hint of tension in his voice. A tremble I almost miss, but I feel the hesitation mirrored in his body.

Flinging my hands around his neck, I tip my chin up to kiss him. "Ben."

A gentle brushing of lips. "Alexa." Running my fingers through his hair, I pull him closer to me, and the kiss deepens before he pulls away.

"We shouldn't." He takes my hands into his, our fingertips intertwine, and even the simple gesture of holding his hand is turning me on.

My forehead falls gently against his in protest. "Okay."

"It might only complicate things further." He releases my hands, his arms reaching around my back, pulling me up to him.

"I know," falls breathlessly from my lips as I step onto the floor and into his arms.

"I don't want to hurt you." His nose tickles my neck, and his peppers kisses from my ear to my collarbone.

"You won't," I say, arching into his kisses to be closer to him.

"This changes nothing?" He pulls back and looks into my eyes, his weighted question hanging heavy in the air. Yet, a thrill races through me at the thought of spending the night in his arms.

"Nothing," I reassure him, placing my palms on his chest.

"Okay?" He asks, one last time, holding my face in his hands.

"Okay," I confirm, injecting as much confidence as possible into my voice. For tonight, I can just be a girl allowing myself to feel something for a man. One who isn't mine to keep.

A girl who isn't analyzing every single little thing…who isn’t so busy making plans and charts she forgets to live.

Tonight is about letting go.

I just hope I can find my way back. That's the last thing that crosses my mind before I feel the lush bed brush the back of my knees and Ben, lowering himself on top of me.

*****

Ben

There is no point in fighting it anymore; I’m tired of trying. I know I said this changes nothing, but for me, it’s everything. Because, after this, I won’t be able to let her go.

Waging a war with myself, my body instinctively grinds into her, needing to be closer. I grow hard, feeling the heat from her core, and her moans fill the air.

I drag my tongue up the side of her neck and kiss her underneath her ear before pulling the lobe into my mouth. Lick. Suck. Bite.

Her legs part, opening wider, and her arms snake around my back, pulling me to her. Sitting back on my knees, I look into her eyes one last time to make sure that she’s sure… and I have my answer when she sits up, knee to knee with me, and slips the white cotton of my shirt down around her.

My hands go to her breasts, freeing them from the lace of her bra. The zing, as she calls it, is ever present and jolting me, heightening my senses. I can’t get enough of the way she sounds… breathless, her taste… divine, her smell… sweet, her touch… satin. And of course, the way she looks, spread beneath me like a feast, those cherry red lips begging to be kissed.

We become a tangled frenzy of hands and legs, desperate to be closer. Wanting to draw this out, I try to pull away, slowly pulling her panties with me, as she arches back on her elbows.

Testing her with my finger, I find that she’s already wet, and I grow painfully hard.

“Now! Please! Ben.” I wish I could take my time, but I’m barely hanging on by a thread. When she reaches her hands between us, that thread snaps, and I lay her back on the bed, standing to rid myself of my pants.

I climb back between her legs, a place I could spend days and never leave. I roll on the condom and in a swift motion, I’m inside her, and it feels like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Her wet heat surrounds me, possessing me.

Everything else, but the feel of her wrapped around me, disappears in a blur, and our bodies move in unison until I feel her release, and a blinding orgasm shatters through me.

Opening my eyes, I see her sated smile, and her arms move up above her head as she stretches like a cat. Before I can even pull out, I’m growing hard again. The smile widens, and the arms find their place back around my neck.