And then he was so close to me that his musky, potent scent filled my nose. It was like spice and mint rolled into one. Hot and cold at the same time. It washed over me, it fell into me, and oh my fucking god did I like it. No one who had just run for over an hour and a half should smell as good as Ben Lancaster did.
For one frozen moment in time I stared up into his eyes and waited for something to happen. His thick lashes were moist, beads of sweat pebbled across his forehead, and his breathing was as ragged and broken as mine.
I opened my mouth to say something. Anything.
We can’t do this.
We’re so wrong for each other.
Matt will kill us.
“Do you feel this?” he whispered hoarsely. “You have to feel this. It can’t just be me. There’s no fucking way it can just be me.”
My mouth was open but nothing came out. I felt all of it. Every. Single. Bit of it.
And then his hand slid behind my neck, cradling me just above my shoulders, his long fingers moving over my body with a hunger and an urgency that I matched. I might have moaned, in fact, I’m sure I did because his eyes widened, and his lips parted.
I felt…I felt crazy but without the crazy.
It was the anticipation. It was all the moments and seconds and minutes that had passed between us over the last few days. It was that first time I’d glanced over my shoulder and spied him in Matt’s loft. It was his breath at my cheek the night before. It was want.
It was all of that and so much more.
“I feel you,” I whispered.
And then his hot, demanding mouth was on mine, and that so much more, became suddenly clear.
It was everything.
Chapter Seven
Ben
Georgia felt amazing.
Better than I’d imagined and trust me, I had spent most of the night lying in that pullout sofa that was about two sizes too small, thinking how good she would feel curled up against me.
Or beneath me. Naked. Preferably totally fucking naked.
I had been dying to wrap my arms around her and kiss her senseless ever since dinner the night before. It’s all I had thought about. How I would taste her, hold her, devour her. Christ, staring across a dinner table and watching her eat was too much. She made eating a meatball look like oral foreplay and the thing of it was, she wasn’t working it. She was listening to whatever bullshit I was saying and she was nibbling on that piece of meat and I was envisioning her mouth nibbling something else entirely.
It had been a long night.
And this morning, watching her run to the top of the museum steps, her sweet round ass and those trim dancer’s legs right there in front of me, was nearly too much. I’d been battling a case of the nerves ever since I’d laid eyes on her in the kitchen a few hours earlier.
Me. Ben Lancaster. A guy who had not gotten this worked up over a girl since my older sister Amanda’s best friend, Tiffany, took my virginity when I was fourteen. I’d been a wreck then, but shit, there was a hell of a lot of experience between the guy I’d been—a kid who had blown his load five seconds in—and the guy I was now.
I’m not boasting but in my world women were like candy, and I might have been a lot more concerned about the type of candy I ate than some of the guys on my team, but I sure as hell liked to dip my fingers in every now and again and taste whatever was there.
My point was that I knew my way around women, but this girl, this hot little package with eyes that felt as if they could see into my soul, she had me tied up in all sorts of knots.
And she felt fucking fantastic.
I groaned as her mouth opened beneath mine, it felt that good. Her tongue danced along the edge of my mouth before she sank deep inside. I heard her make a noise, a half wild kind of sound, and my dick sprang to life as my hands buried themselves into her hair. It had come loose from her ponytail and at the moment I was using it as an anchor to hold her head steady so I could taste every inch of her.
I felt her arms at my waist and as I let go of her mouth and slid my lips down the side of her neck she wrapped them around me and held on tight.
I couldn’t help myself. I let my hands wander down her back until I cupped her butt and pulled her in as close as I could. My erection strained against her and for a moment I couldn’t think clearly. I was hot and tight and I felt like I was crawling out of my skin.