Page 79 of A Good Book

He dragged his lips toward my ear. “Let’s go upstairs,” he whispered.

I was too intoxicated from that one kiss to think of a reason not to go with him. He took my hand and gathered the bags with his other hand. Then he led the way, closing his bedroom door behind us. In the next breath, he kissed me again, holding my face and retreating toward his bed, kicking Legos out of our way.

He pulled me on top of him, as his back hit the mattress, and gripped my legs to straddle him as we kissed a little deeper.

“Can I remove your shirt?” he whispered.

My hair brushed his face as I hovered above him and nodded. He pulled it over my head and tossed it onto the floor. My breaths quickened as he teased his fingertips along my back. He started to unhook my bra, and I shook my head. So he kissed me instead while his hand cupped my breast over the bra.

It felt good. Too good.

He broke the kiss again and teased my earlobe with his teeth. “Can I take off your pants? We’ll leave your underwear on.”

I swallowed hard before trying to slide his shirt up his torso. He grabbed the hem and shrugged it off. I sat up and stared at his chest as he used both hands to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing along the soft material over my nipples. My heart raced, and my mind swam with confusion because I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. His hands drifted to my hips, guiding me to rub myself against his erection. It was good, but I wanted a little more.

When we did it over Thanksgiving, he had on his gray sweatpants and I had on leggings. This time, we both had on jeans, so I climbed off him and started to remove mine while eyeing him and rubbing my shaky lips together. Ben scanned me from head to toe and relinquished a tiny grin.

Standing next to his bed, I nodded toward his jeans.

“You want them off?”

I nodded, feeling a full-body blush spread along my skin.

“Just my jeans?”

Again, I nodded.

Ben removed them, and I stared at his erection straining against his briefs. He guided me to straddle him again.

Oh my gosh …

Two layers of cotton between us wasn’t much. I could feel the heat between us as I leaned forward to kiss him. His hands tangled in my hair as our tongues shared space. I hummed and he lifted his hips. I wasn’t sure if it was in response to feeling me hum, but when I did it again, he repeated his tiny thrust. It was better than Thanksgiving because I knew what to expect, and right or wrong, I couldn’t wait to experience another orgasm. That’s when I realized I was doing exactly what Olivia said. I wasgrindingagainst him.

With one hand on my butt and his other pressed to the mattress, he rolled us so I was on the bottom.

“Slide your hand down the back of my underwear,” he whispered in my ear before kissing and sucking the sensitive skin along my neck. His beard kind of tickled.

I hesitated, resting my hand on his lower back for several seconds before slowly sliding it beneath his waistband. As I curled my fingers into his taut flesh, he groaned and squeezed his butt muscles on a hard thrust.

My eyes drifted shut because his erection rubbing against me felt so good. Ben rocked into me over and over before lifting his head and shoving my bra over my breasts.

I gasped, feeling exposed and insecure, but he quickly sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. There were no words to describe all the sensations firing along my skin and into the most intimate places.

Why did something that feltsogood have to be a sin?

“You’re beautiful and perfect, Gabriella,” he murmured over my lips before kissing me. When he released my mouth, he continued, “Don’t ever let any man make you think otherwise.”

Other man?

I was nearly naked with the person who I trusted more than any other human. Why was he imagining me with anyone but him?

I clawed at his back, and when his hips shifted a fraction, I felt him—the head of his erection brushing the top of my inner thigh. It was no longer completely covered by his briefs.

Oh, God …

Not only was he exposed, my panties were bunched up and only partially covering me.

And then it happened. I felt his warm, wet flesh touch mine. My breath caught and he groaned, stopping for a few breaths and lifting his head to look into my eyes. His lips parted, eyelids heavy with slow blinks, as he ever so slowly moved a fraction of an inch, touching me in the most arousing way. I thought I might die, feeling himinsidethe crotch of my panties. It was wrong—sowrong. But I felt certain damnation was worth it because nothing had ever felt so good.

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