Page 69 of Rebellious Hearts
His fingers moved faster, and my body grew warm, pleasure building slowly.
The car stopped, and when I looked up, we were in front of the hotel.
I cleared my throat, and Ben tugged my panties back into place, a mischievous grin on his face.
He opened the door and got out first before he held out his hand for me. I stepped out after him, my legs jelly and my body aching for the release after Ben had left me hanging.
He held my hand and led me into the hotel and toward the elevator. When the doors slid shut, he nuzzled my neck, and shivers ran down my spine. I moaned when he pinned me against the elevator wall, the length of his muscular body pressed against mine, and he grinded his erection against me.
When the doors slid open on the penthouse floor, Ben pressed his mouth against my ear.
“Come to my room,” he breathed.
I swallowed hard and nodded.
Ben led me to his door, opened it, and we stepped inside. He kicked the door shut and pushed my blazer off my shoulders. His head dipped into my neck again, and he kissed a line toward my collarbone, and then onto my shoulder. Goose bumps spread around my shoulders and arms, and he pushed the thin spaghetti straps of my dress off my shoulder.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Ben murmured, his other hand doing the same with the other strap.
I took a shuddering breath as the dress fell to the floor, and I stood in front of Ben in my heels, bra, and panties.
His gaze slid down my body, filled with need, but there was something else in his eyes, too. Affection. Warmth.
I wasn’t going to call it love because that wasn’t what this was.
It couldn’t be.
Ben kissed me again before he lifted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him, my arms wrapped around his neck, one hand in his dark blond hair. Hecarried me to the bed, laying me down. He unbuttoned his shirt to where it was loose enough and he pulled it over his head. His eyes burned with desire as he crawled onto the bed.
Ben’s muscles rippled as he moved, and the light danced on his skin.
He settled between my legs and kissed me, his tongue stroking mine. He pinned me down, kissing me, his hips gyrating against my crotch until my panties were drenched and I ached for him.
“Ben,” I moaned.
He chuckled and rolled to the side, allowing himself room. His cock was hard in his pants, straining against the material, and it had created a wet patch of need that echoed my own.
He hooked his fingers into the band of my panties and tugged them down. I shivered when they slid over my hips and he pulled them down my legs.
I was exposed to him, and I shivered when he looked down at me. His gaze was intense and dark. He leaned down and kissed me again.
“Sofia,” he breathed in response.
Ben trailed his fingers down my body, and I moaned when he stroked his fingers between my folds.
He dipped a finger into me, and then two, and when he found my spot and brushed his thumb against my clit, I shuddered. The orgasm he’d been building in the car came back fiercely, and I whimpered when the waves crashed over me.
Ben worked me through it, his eyes darkening when he pulled his fingers out.
He reached over and opened his nightstand, pulling out a condom. He stood, tugged his pants off. His cock sprang free, and he ripped the foil packet open. I watched him as he rolled the condom onto his hard shaft, and the way his abs clenched made my mouth water. I lifted myself enough to undo my bra and pull it off. I wanted to be naked with him.
My nipples tightened in the cool air of the room, and Ben looked at me with the same hunger that I felt for him.
He crawled back onto the mattress, and I slid my fingers into his hair and my other hand down his muscular back as he settled between my legs. His sex lay against mine, pressing against the entrance, and his eyes met mine as I whimpered.
“This is real,” he said. “I didn’t lie about that. I’m falling for you, Sofia.”
“You are?” I asked, my voice a whisper.
