Page 67 of Behind the Bench

I hang my keys and vest up on the hooks that line the entryway wall and grab Ellie’s coat to do the same. Like I said, I can be a gentleman when I want to be.

She slowly makes her way to the living room where you can see the kitchen and a hallway that leads to two bedrooms and bathroom. There’s also a set of stairs that lead to the upper level, which is where I sleep and have a full-size en suite bathroom as well. Ellie does one last turn before meeting my gaze. I haven’t taken my eyes off her since we walked in here.

“This place is really incredible, Lincoln. I’m kind of jealous,” she says before biting her lower lip.

My eyes don’t leave her mouth as I take a couple of slow steps toward her. I’m within inches when I finally respond, “I’m glad you think so. I can’t wait to give you an up close and personal tour of my bedroom. Specifically, my bed.” I whisper the last statement before running my hands through her hair and cupping her head. Gently, I start rubbing the back of her head and upper neck.

Ellie leans her head into my hand and closes her eyes, letting out a quiet moan. “That feels so good.”

I spend the next minute continuing the gentle massageand then lean down to kiss her forehead. “Come on, let’s sit on the couch so I can give you a proper massage. Do you want anything to drink?”

I have a small bar set up in my living room which is generously stocked with mostly whiskey but I do have a few bottles of wine. There may be a couple bottles of vodka and tequila hidden in the back as well.

“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”

A girl after my own heart.

I opt for the bottle of Woodford Reserve that I opened last night and pour us both a glass. With the glasses in each hand, I turn to find Ellie staring at me.

“Like what you see?” I ask with a flirtatious wink.

Ellie shakes her head and laughs as I hand her a glass. She swirls the glass a couple times before taking a slow inhale of the copper liquid. “Mmm, whiskey?” she asks before taking a slow sip. Most women I’ve met would shudder or grimace after a sip of whiskey neat, but not Ellie. No, Ellie continues to surprise me as she licks her lips, searching for an aftertaste.

Eyes locked on those beautiful lips, I almost forget to respond to her question. “Yeah, it’s the double oaked Woodford Reserve. It’s one of my favorites.”

She takes another sip before reaching over to set it on the wooden coffee table that sits at the center of the room. “I like it. But, I’m more interested in that massage you mentioned.”

I take one more sip of mine as well before placing it next to hers on the table. “Your wish is my command, Coach. Turn around and scoot back so I can show you how it’s done.”

Ellie does as I say, and it doesn’t take long before her scent invades my space which has me fighting an erection before I’ve even so much as touched her. The effect this woman has on me is maddening.

Brushing her hair over her shoulder so it sits in front of her, I let my fingers slowly glide down her arms. It’s small, buta shiver works its way through her body and has me asking, “Are you cold?”

She shakes her head and a quiet “nope” follows.

So maybe she’s just as affected by me as I am by her.

Chuckling to myself, I start rubbing her neck and shoulders. She tilts her head to one side and a small groan escapes her. “Oh my god, Lincoln, that feelsso good.”

The erection I was fighting earlier is no longer a match for my self-control. My jeans tighten around my zipper but I don’t bother adjusting myself.

Her shirt keeps bunching as I massage her back, so I slide my hands underneath. The feel of her silky, smooth skin sends another jolt of desire straight to my dick. Working my way down her back, I continue to massage. I splay my hands out wide and work the massage further away from her spine. My fingertips inch closer and closer to the swell of her breasts until I finally brush them against the outside of her bra. I give her an opportunity to shake my hands off or tell me to stop, but she does neither of those things. Instead, her breathing starts to speed up and she turns her body in invitation. My one hand is now covering her thin lacy bra and my fingertips are ghosting the outside of her nipple.

“Is this okay?” I ask before taking it any further.

“Yes, touch me.Please,” she begs.

She doesn’t have to ask me twice.

I move my hand and start rubbing her breast. “I love it when you beg for me, Ellie,” I whisper in her ear. She’s practically panting now, and I push her bra down to free her breast. I take her nipple between my thumb and finger and give her a little pinch. She moans my name so loudly I almost paint my jeans again right then and there.

Taking it slow is no longer an option. I need this woman like I need air.

Removing my hand from her breast, I bring my hands down to the bottom of her sweater and start sliding it up herbody. She raises her arms in the air and I pull her sweater off and throw it across the room. I make quick work of removing her bra next and toss that somewhere across the room as well, leaving her in only her leggings.

This is the first time I’m seeing Ellie’s tattoo in full and it is stunning. Violets wrap around a vine stretching from the base of her neck all the way down to her tailbone. My eyes trail the tattoo and I fight the urge to run my tongue along its entirety.

Ellie leans back into me and my hands make their way back to her breasts. I start to tease her by tracing a circle around her nipples. She arches her back so her breasts are pushing into my hands.

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