Page 29 of Fighting for the Forbidden
“Wait. I need you to help me out.”
Her shoulders drop as she lets out a giant breath. “Of course you fucking do,” she mutters, and I can’t help but smile. “Come on then.” She stands over me, waiting for me to shift so she can help.
Once I’m sitting, she puts her hands under my arms and does very little to help me, but it’s not her help I really want.
I hold back the groan that wants to rumble up my throat as I try to stand, but knowing she’s here helps.
“Slowly, Ben,” she soothes when I go to step out and catch my toe on the edge of the bath. Her gaze drops, but I’m pretty sure she doesn’t make it down to my toes, because my cock is still jutting out in front of me.
Once I’m back on two feet, I reach my good arm out and wrap it around her waist, pulling her up against me.
“Ew, Ben, you’re wet.”
“I bet you are too,” I whisper in her ear. She fights gently to get away, aware that she might hurt me, but I hold tight. “See, you’re not even denying it. You know as well as I do that if I were to run my fingers up your thighs, you’d be desperate for me.” My cock twitches between us at the thought.
Lauren’s eyes darken as she stares up at me, her breathing becoming heavy.
Slowly, I lower my hand. It runs over the curve of her arse until I find the bottom of her dress. My balls ache when my fingers connect with the hot and smooth skin of her legs. I just get to the juncture of her thighs when reality hits her.
“No,” she says, jumping back, but she doesn’t sound all that convinced.
“Spoilsport.” Reaching for a towel, I make a show of rubbing it over my head and across my chest. I make no attempt to cover myself up, because even without looking at her, I can feel her eyes burn into my skin.
“I’m going to look at the room service menu. I’m hungry.”
She leaves the room to the sound of my laughter. I’m getting to her, and she knows it. I fully intend on her being mine once again by the time we leave this hotel, and so far it seems to be going exactly as I’d hoped.
The moment she slips from the room, I lean forward against the basin and suck in a few deep breaths. Getting in and out of that bath was much more painful than I tried to let on, and it’s still coursing through my body now.
Once everything’s eased a little, I wrap a towel around my waist but fail to make it stay put, so I end up holding it.
“Where are you going?” Lauren’s standing with her handbag over her shoulder when I walk out of the bathroom.
“I don’t fancy anything on the menu. I saw a little deli down the street so I thought I go and get us some sandwiches.”
“Okay, sounds good.” Walking past her, I go to the bag she left on the sideboard earlier.
“A-are you going to be okay?” she stutters, a little taken back by my dismissal.
“I’m a fully grown man, Lauren. I think I’ll be fine.”
She hovers for a few seconds before eventually turning and disappearing.
I don’t get a chance to pull out one of the new pairs of boxers she bought for me this morning, because my phone starts ringing on the bedside table. Shuffling over, I pick it up and smile when I see Liv’s happy face looking back at me.
“Hello.”
“Hey, how’s it going up there?”
“I’m in Rome.”
“Rome? As in Italy?”
“The one and only.”
“What?”
“It’s kind of a long story.”
