Page 189 of Burn Bright
This is stupid. I shouldn’t be freaking out. It’sBen.He’s put his fingers inside of me already. This shouldn’t be any different.
Still, my heart hammers in heavy thumps as I open the door. Ben has an elbow propped on the frame, filling the space in a casual confidence that is way too hot for this room.
I’m going to sweat.
His concern fills his blue eyes as he stares down at me. “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t prepare for this,” I tell him. Honesty just pours out of me because he makes me feel comfortable enough to release the truth.
Realization washes over his face. “Do you…need to prepare?” His gaze does a full body examination, and I’m too turned on to even think clearly.
I just say, “I wore the wrong underwear.”
His lips lift into an amused smile. “What about them is wrong?” He’s staring at my crotch like he has X-ray vision.
Why is that so attractive? Why am I glowering? “They have holes,” I admit. “I was contemplating ditching them in the trash so you wouldn’t see them.”
His brows rise. “Holes in your panties sound convenient for tonight, Fisher.”
My lips part in arousal. “As enticing as thatdoessound, I’m really not looking forward to being fucked in the ugliest panties I own.”
He nods once. “Then take them off.”
His eyes don’t leave mine, and the way he says those words like they’re such a simple request quickens my breath in a heady need.
“Now?” I ask.
He nods again. “We have the entire apartment,” he reminds me. “Take off your ugly panties, Friend.”
I lick my dried lips. He’s going to watch me do this? That turns me on even more. Still filling the doorway, he watches me as I unbutton my red plaid pants.
Slowly, I shimmy them down, hooking my thumbs in my panties to lower them with my pants. It’s one movement, then I’m standing in nothing but my cropped tee and a pair of socks.
Ben doesn’t glance at my bare pussy. His eyes are on mine. “Better?” he asks.
I squeeze my legs together, wetness building between them. “Problem solved.”
“Good.” He crosses the threshold and grabs me by the ass, lifting me up around his waist so swiftly and effortlessly. Spreading my legs around him is different this time now that my lower half is nude and he’s shirtless. Can he feel how wet I am? My whole body thrums when his large palm slides against the back of my neck, his fingers threading my hair, and he cups myhead in a protective, assertive grip. Then his mouth plants on mine in a scorching, ravenous kiss.
He has to be the world’s best kisser. It’s unreal how each one sends shockwaves through my whole body and stokes a fire in me.
His tongue slips into my mouth in a sensual beat, and he brings me to the edge of the sink, resting my bare bottom on the cold marble. His kisses are devouring and hungry, and I’m equally starved. My hands slide against his back, feeling his warm skin.
His lips move to the edge of mine, then to my cheek, then down to the nape of my neck—then he drops to his knees.
I let out a rasped breath. “Ben.” My knees knock closed, and he places a large palm against my inner thigh, gently spreading me back open.
His gaze meets mine. “I’ve been dreaming of this for months, Fisher. Ineedto go down on you.”
I’m so wet I worry I might be dripping on the marble. “Will you still put your dick in me after?”
He frowns. “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?”
“I don’t know…the order of things…this is a first…so…” I nod a little and tuck some of my blonde hair behind my ear.
“Your first time being eaten out?”
“Yeah.”
