I could barely breathe at this point and hiked her legs around my waist, grunting in pleasure—or maybe pain—when she hooked them around me, her hot crotch pushed against my erection. I pulled her in, her breasts flush to my chest and her mouth on mine.
I don’t know how long we kissed. It could have been a few seconds or a few minutes. All I knew when the fog in my head finally cleared was that I needed to get Georgia into my bedroom and fast.
I carried her through the rain and into my house, not stopping until we were in my bedroom.
Until she was on my bed, her entire body wet, glistening from the rain. Those big eyes regarded me in silence, moving down my body until they rested on the huge bulge in my jeans.
“Ben, if we do this—”
“Oh we’re doing this, Georgia.” I unzipped my jeans and tore the wet denim off until I stood before her in a pair of white boxers that showed off every hard, engorged inch of my cock. I liked the way her eyes stayed there. The way her tongue darted out again and the way she moved her hips as if she was ready for me.
It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
“There’s no turning back now, Peaches. I can’t promise that I’ll fuck you nice and slow even though you deserve it, because babe, I’m already there. But I can promise that it will be hot. And you’ll be screaming my name before it’s done.”
I yanked on my boxers, suddenly free, and then I knelt on the floor beside the bed, hands reaching for her knees. “I want to see you,” I said gruffly. “All of you.”
She lifted her hips. I tugged on her panties.
And then every inch of her was mine.
Chapter Eighteen
Georgia
If you could die from anticipation I was there. I was there and I was in it and I was dying.
Ben Lancaster dressed in jeans and a T-shirt was hot.
Ben Lancaster standing at the end of the bed totally naked was a goddamn miracle. The man was beautiful. As if his wide shoulders, tapered waist and chiselled abs weren’t enough, there was his sexy tattoo—I was a sucker for tats—and well, his erection was impressive. Really, really, impressive.
His dark eyes glittered almost as if they were fevered and when he fell to his knees and placed his hands on my legs I wanted to cry because it felt so good to be touched that way. To have someone as amazing as Ben look at me as if I was special.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His voice was husky and deep.
His breath was warm along my thigh and it took a bit of nudging on his part, but my legs gave way and I was fully exposed to him. A blush crept up my neck and along my face, which was weird. I was no angel. I’d been in this situation before but it was different this time.
Ben was different.
I’d never felt this much raw need and desire to connect with someone. Never. It pressed hard, making it difficult to breathe, difficult to think. And I can’t lie. It was scary as hell.
This was different on so many levels. I didn’t just want to fuck. I wanted something deeper.
I wanted to matter.
His mouth moved slowly and I shuddered when his hands gripped my thighs, when he held them apart, and when he kissed me down there. I think I moaned—I’m sure I did—and I almost felt him smile against me.
And then his tongue and fingers were on me. In me. Stroking. Licking. Sucking. I was going crazy and the pressure inside was red hot. It was exquisite and as the ball of ecstasy widened and throbbed and then exploded, it was his name on my lips. His face in my mind.
His head in my hands as I held him there.
Ben.
And then he was kissing his way up my belly, his hands on my breasts, fingers rubbing my nipples.
“Oh God, Ben,” I whispered when he opened his mouth and sucked on my nipple, his tongue working it while he pulled and nipped.
I could barely catch my breath and he grinned up at me, “God has nothing to do with it, Peaches.”
Peaches. He’d called me that earlier as if it was his pet name for me. I fucking loved it.
Our eyes held each other and for one intense moment we connected—really connected—and I reached for him, coaxing him up because I had to kiss him. I had to show him how I felt inside because I knew there was no way I’d ever be able to explain it.