“Ben,” I breathed.
“Feel good?” he whispered, his voice hitting low and intimate in my ear.
“Yes.” I was awash in sensation and god, it had been so long since I’d felt alive.
He picked me up, laid me on the bed and then stood back a few inches, his dark eyes staring down at me, while he raked his hands through that long tangle of hair at his nape.
“Georgia, you’re…”
A day’s worth of stubble shadowed his jaw and chin and I wanted to run my fingers across him, taste him again. I wanted to feel more.
My dress was bunched high on my thighs and when his gaze rested there briefly, the ache between them erupted and I squirmed, needing more.
“Where’s your sister?” I asked breathlessly.
“She won’t come back here if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Good, take your shirt off.” My voice sounded low and throaty and a thrill shot through me when he reacted instantly and tossed his T-shirt onto the floor before crawling onto the bed beside me.
This man was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.
I rolled over and pushed him onto his back, my eyes on his as I lifted my dress just enough for him to catch sight of my baby blue panties, and to allow my legs enough room to straddle him. I had no idea where this was leading too—scratch that, of course I knew where this was leading to, but I didn’t know how far we were going to go.
Was I really going to sleep with him tonight? Could I give in and do it? Would I regret it? Would he take what I offered and then end this? Whatever this was?
His hands settled on either side of me, his fingers caressing my bare thighs as my gaze rolled over every indent and muscle that I could see. He was hard, I felt his erection against my crotch and an almost pained expression crept across his face when I bent forward.
“Jesus, Georgia,” he said harshly when I reached down and licked a nipple.
I kissed my way over to the intricate tattoo that graced his left pectoral, my breath hitching when his hands claimed my hips, his fingers digging in as he held me against him. He thrust upward and I knew he could tell how turned on I was.
“What’s the tattoo mean?” I barely got the words out.
His eyes glittered and my heart skipped, it fumbled and took off again. “Courage.”
My fingers traced the outline of it, taking a moment and trying to get a hold of myself. “I like it.”
“Take your top off,” he rasped.
My eyes flew to his and a low, sexy grin spread across his face, though his gaze remained intense. “It’s only fair, don’t you think?”
Slowly I reached behind my neck and undid the ties of my halter dress. Once they were loose I let them fall forward and then tugged on the ends, inhaling sharply as the material rolled over my erect nipples, until I was exposed fully.
I had been naked with guys many times before. But he made me feel as if this was the first time that mattered. And I couldn’t believe it, but I was nervous. Damn nervous. And this was coming from the girl who had doffed her top in public more times than she could remember.
“Holy fuck, you’re beautiful.” He sounded as if he was in pain and he shifted abruptly, his hands traveling up my waist as he righted himself. No longer was he on his back, but now he was sitting, facing me.
The look in his eyes was something fierce and I think I forgot to breathe because when he dipped his head and slid his hot, wet mouth across my nipples I exhaled sharply and grabbed his shoulders for support.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured.
His hands were on my ribcage and I couldn’t move if I wanted to. He kissed every inch of my breasts and when he closed his mouth over one of my nipples and suckled, hard, I nearly lost it. Each pull shot through my body and hit me hard in gut, churning everything hot with need. A need that traveled lower.
A need that burned.
“Ben,” I whispered, my hands now in his hair, holding his head in place because I didn’t want any of these sensations to end.
I wanted more.
I moved my hips suggestively, grinding my body on him. Loving the feel of his erection pressed into me.
More.
“We gotta stop.”
Wait. What?