Page 61 of Forget About Me

His waggling eyebrows make me laugh again. Somehow, goofy Ben is even sexier than the broody Ben of the magazine photos. Maybe because I know this Ben is all mine.

Giggles evolve into moans again as he expertly fulfills his promise. It’s not long before I’m on the precipice, teetering for a deliciously long time until he drives me over the edge. Quake after quake roils until I’m nothing but a puddle of melted flesh and aftershocks.

Drunk with pleasure, I rock my head back and forth on the pillow with a long sigh. “Let’s do that again,” I say, sliding a hand down ridged abs to find an even harder muscle. “But this time, this guy gets to play.”

He rolls to his back. “I’m ready whenever you are.”

Straddling him, I let all my soft parts nestle between us as my thighs squeeze a groan of pleasure from him. When he looks over at his bedside table, however, he frowns. “Shit. I’m not prepared for this.”

Turning his chin back to face me, I whisper, “Lucky for you, I am.”

He laughs, smacking my thighs lightly. “You little minx. You knew you were going to get laid.”

Rising slowly so that his hands drag deliciously over my heated skin, I shake my head. “It’s not like Iboughtcondoms.” One at a time, I snug his palms around the part of him I’m more than ready for. “Hang onto this for me, will you?”

As quick as I can, I swing off the bed, kick off my heels and run to the front door, where I’m pretty sure I dropped my handbag. Seconds later, I’m astride him again, opening the purse’s clasp and pulling a string of condoms from a pocket in the silky, red lining.

Holding it up, I say, “They came with the dress.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Got to Get You Into My Life” - The Beatles

Lucy’s Right On Rock On Mixtape, Song #4

BEN

“So, what do we do now?” I ask Lucy the next morning. She’s tucked into my shoulder and it’s so perfect I don’t ever want to move from this spot. At the same time, not having to hide our relationship opens up a world of possibilities. “You’re not training Puck. I’m not driving you to work in the van. That’s pretty much been how we’ve spent our time together in the past.” The hills and valleys of tangled sheets shift as Lucy stretches. “Besides what we’ve been doing, of course.”

She stretches her arms over her head, revealing tempting territory. “Is there really anything else of importance?”

“I suppose you have a point there.” As I kiss my way over the silky skin her stretch has exposed, my body clearly agrees. We made love multiple times last night before collapsing into a deep sleep. Suddenly, I’m ready to go again.

She purrs with pleasure, arching into my hands and mouth. “I can probably suffer through another round.”

A stomach rumble sounds between us. “Was that you or me?” I look down at my belly.

She pokes my side. “Are you allowed calories?”

“No tickling, missy.” I try to sound stern, but laughter overwhelms the attempt.

Dodging away from my hands, she pokes and prods and pinches away. “Where do you put them? In these muscles, I guess.”

Unable to capture her busy hands, I slide on top of her, our bodies fitting together with an ease that belies the seven years of distance between us.

Some time later, she collapses on top of me with a final shudder, her body covering mine like the coziest blanket I can imagine.

Until her stomach rumbles. “That’s definitely you,” I say.

She rolls off of me, laughing. Suddenly energized, I jump up to whip the sheets away, taking a good long moment to admire the sight of her lush body filling my bed before holding out my hand.

“Quick shower and then let’s get some food.”

“And coffee,” she demands with a Boston accent.

“And coffee.” I take the “aw” in “coffee” even further.

As I tug her the short distance from bed to bathroom, she says, “Thank god you don’t drink that Morning Thunder tea or some other Californian nonsense.”

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