Page 85 of Every Hidden Truth

Ben groaned against my neck, clearly unhappy with my movement, and I snickered under my breath as I settled once more.

“I’m still sleeping,” he grunted, nipping at a tender spot on my shoulder where he’d bitten me last night.

I jerked at the sting. “Ow.”

“Sorry.” He didn’t sound sorry at all, but I melted when he kissed away the pain. “I didn’t mean to leave a mark.”

Yeah, right! He’d littered my body with love bites and hickeys, and he’d enjoyed every second of it. To be honest, I didn’t mind it either. Apparently, I was a bit of a masochist because I’d enjoyed the subtle pain of his teeth sinking into my skin.

As his hand cupped my hip, I wiggled my ass against him, and he gasped, his fingers digging in. “You really want to tempt me right now?”

“Maybe.” My sly response cut off as he rolled on top of me, blanketing my back with his weight.

The drowsy lust froze over as a leaky faucet echoed in my ear.

“Wait, no,” I said, pushing against the mattress, and Ben rolled off me immediately.

“Sorry, I didn’t even think—” he said, but I cut him off as I sat up.

“No, it’s fine. I promise.” I crawled into his lap and kissed the worry off his face. “Don’t ruin the moment. I swear I’m good.”

It took several more kisses for him to relax, but eventually, he reciprocated. Our naked bodies tangled, and I shivered as his hands slid down my back and cupped my ass. His fingers dug in, and I bit back a moan.

Slowing our kiss, Ben eventually pulled back, his brows furrowing. “Wait, did our alarms go off?”

I scrunched my nose. “I don’t think so.”

“We are so late for school.” He wriggled out from underneath me and checked the phones we’d left charging on my side table. “Like, really late.”

We exchanged a look, and I shrugged. “Play hooky?”

Ben didn’t look entirely convinced, so I slid my hand up the inside of his thigh until a strangled noise escaped him. Then he nodded. “Yeah, hooky sounds good.”

Chuckling darkly, I pulled Ben back into a messy kiss.

Last night, he’d been shy and unsure, following my lead. This morning, he moved with more confidence, though he pausedoften, checking in to make sure I was okay, that he wasn’t going too fast.

I lost patience first, practically demanding that he fuck me like he meant it. He proceeded to do just that, proving once and for all that I was, in fact, a screamer. Thank God Mrs. Kolkowski was mostly deaf.

Sweaty and gasping for oxygen, we collapsed onto the bed minutes or possibly hours later. I couldn’t tell; I was too blissed out.

Ben wrapped me in his arms, securing me to his side, and I hitched my leg around his hips, my calf resting between his thighs.

“Holy shit.” He panted as he threw an arm over his eyes. “That was… I think I died.”

With a chortle, I kissed his chest, sucking a nipple into my mouth. He whined like a baby, tugging on my hair to stop me.

“I don’t think I can walk.” I pecked his collarbone and snuggled into him, and he tightened his embrace.

“Did I hurt you?” His genuine concern warmed my chest, and I shook my head.

“No, I’m fine,” I said, even though my ass was definitely going to be sore now.

Sensing the lie, Ben tilted my chin up and arrested my gaze. “Silas, was I too rough?”

“I’m pretty sure the whole, ‘God, Ben, fuck me harder,’ was a clear indication that you werenottoo rough.” I arched an eyebrow as he looked away, flushing to the tips of his ears.

He hid his embarrassment beneath his forearm, but his lips tipped in the corners. “Always so crass.”

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