Page 8 of Rebellious Hearts
“Because that’s why you have a private chauffeur,” I said sarcastically.
He cocked a grin at me. “As good a reason as any, right?”
I chuckled and got into the car, sliding onto the leather seats. Ben slid in after me and shut the door, and the smell of his cologne wrapped around me. I took a deep breath.
Ben’s size, now that we were inside a car, was prominent. He was tall and broad and I was suddenly aware of how close we were to each other, of what I was doing.
Ben turned to me, and he looked like he wanted to ask something. His eyes were drowning deep. Instead of saying whatever he’d meant to say, he leaned in, cupped my cheek, and kissed me.
His lips were firm but soft, and he kissed me like I was delicate and beautiful. His tongue slid over my lips, and I let him in, moaning softly.
Ben was a total stranger, but heat washed over my body and pooled between my legs, and something about the way he touched me and kissed me made me melt, made me feel like this was where I was supposed to be.
Stop it, I warned myself before I started thinking at all.
Ben was a stranger. Strangers weren’t soulmates. It didn’t happen that way, and besides, just because it felt good didn’t mean this was destined. All that fairy tale crap was just for kids, anyway.
Fate wasn’t a real thing, and Ben felt good… because he knew what he was doing, and I was driven by lust.
Ben slid his hand up my thigh, and my mind turned to mush. When his fingers grazed against my sex, I moaned again, and he pulled me tighter against him, one arm on the inside of my thigh and the other snaking around my shoulders. His fingertips brushed the top of my breast, and his tongue in my mouth worked wonders.
I ached for him in a way I didn’t usually ache for anyone.
It’s been a while, I told myself. That was why I craved him like this.
The car stopped in front of a tall building with mirrored glass thatreflectedNewport back at itself. The night lights danced as they shimmered off the building and bounced back to the road.
Ben led me into the building and lifted a hand to the doorman.
“Evening, sir,” he said, and we walked to the elevator.
When he pressed the top button, I realized that whoever he was, he had to be someone important. Maybe that was why he looked familiar.
Ben didn’t give me time to think about it for too long. As soon as the elevator doors shut, he pulled me close and kissed me. Histongue was in my mouth, hands under the hem of my shirt, and then the skin of my stomach, and then the edge of my bra.
I moaned, and he pulled back, kissed my neck down to my collarbone. His hands slid to the edge of my jeans, abandoning my chest just before he gave me what I wanted and touched me. He undid the button and slid his fingertips against the skin of my hips, hooked his thumb into the top of my jeans and my panties.
The elevator door pinged and slid open onto a foyer with just one door.
“Honey, we’re home,” Ben growled in my ear and took my hand, leading me to the door. He unlocked it and opened the door into another foyer, this one with double-height ceilings and a full-length window that made the cityscape look like a modern painting.
“Let me take your jacket.”
I shrugged out of the leather jacket, and Ben took it. I wore only my black top now, but it was warm in the apartment.
“Wow,” I breathed, looking at the view.
“That’s exactly what I said,” Ben said, but he was looking at me. His eyes sparkled with mischief before they grew darker, and he kissed me again. His fingers were in my hair, and he pushed me against the wall, kicking the front door shut. The foyer was dark save for the city’s twinkling lights, and Ben pressed his body against mine.
He was hard, and his erection strained against his pants.
I groaned and pushed myself against him, grinding. I wanted him so badly. I’d melted into my panties and I ached for him to finish what he started in the elevator. But Ben looked like he was set on teasing me.
Instead of ravishing me the way I wished for, he kissed my neck, drawing a line of fire with his tongue all the way up to my ear, and nipped my earlobe.
“You’re going to ruin me, Sofia,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “And I’m going to love it.”
He kissed my mouth, my neck, the space between my breasts, and I gasped. He cupped my breast with a large hand and planted one more kiss on my mouth before he dropped to his knees.
