Page 53 of Only You and Me

That has me practically salivating.

“Is that all you need, Trina?”

I glance up and Ben is now only six inches away from me.

“Huh?” I look up. I love that he’s significantly taller than me. Most men aren’t. Hell, at five-foot nine inches, it’s almost hard to find a man taller than me, especially if I want to wear heels. But at six foot four inches, even in my highest heels, Ben’s taller than me.

“I asked if that is all you need?” His voice is low, gravelly.

“Um…”

Almost as if in slow motion, giving me a chance to decline it, he raises his hand to my cheek and trails his knuckles down the sensitive skin and onto my neck. On instinct, I lift my head to give him better access to my neck. He moves sensually along my neck, to my chin, which he tenderly grips between his index finger and thumb, before taking his thumb and stroking the pad over my bottom lip.

A needy whimper escapes me.

“God, Trina, your sweet sounds have always been my downfall.”

He moves to pull his hand away, but I grab his wrist to stop him, and his eyes dart up to meet mine.

“What do you want? Tell me.”

I stare at him for several long seconds. I know what I want; the question is whether I should go there.

My body and my heart decide for me. “I want a better goodnight kiss than I gave you earlier.”

I’ve barely gotten the words out and Ben’s lips are on mine. Slow and softer than silk at first. On my first low moan, I part my lips slightly and he takes it for the invitation that it is, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

As he deepens the kiss, he fists a handful of my hair and uses it to tilt my head exactly how he wants it. I press my body in closer, suddenly unable to get near enough to him to satisfy me.

When he backs me up to the counter and grabs me under both sides of my ass, lifting me onto the countertop, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull his pelvis to mine. He growls his approval, and it only makes me hotter.

I’m suddenly frantic, my hands in his hair, digging into his back, gripping his face. I need this man. Holy shit, I remember that being physical with young Ben was hot, but Ben all grown up is a fucking fire in my veins.

I lean my head back on the cupboards, exposing my neck to him. He licks and nips and kisses my tender skin until I’m nearly falling apart.

“Trina?” he whispers.

“Hmm?”

“Do you trust me to give you what you need right now and to not take more?”

Do I? Yes. Unequivocally, yes.

“Yes, please. Give me what I need. Please.”

“I’ve got you, baby.” He moves his hands down to the hem of my sleep shorts. “Lift,” he commands.

Damn if I don’t love take charge Ben. I do exactly as he says, and my panties and sleep shorts are both off me in an instant.

“You tell me if it’s too much. Okay?” His voice is soft and reassuring.

I expect him to touch me with his fingers, but he bends down and brings his mouth to my pussy. I cry out in a mixture of shock and pleasure as he runs his warm tongue along the full length of me.

“God, your pussy is drenched. And you taste so fucking good. I’ve missed the taste of you.”

He lifts each of my legs over his shoulders and buries his face in me. Within seconds, I’m squirming and writhing under his expert tongue as he brings me nearer to climax.

I grip a handful of his hair, pulling his face even closer to me, if that’s possible. He moans his approval against my clit, and I nearly come undone.

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