Page 81 of Reverse Pass
I’m lost in my thoughts when I feel the hairs go up on the back of my neck. A second later, I feel a body pressed against me and a hand goes over my mouth. I gasp despite it and turn abruptly to face the intruder when I recognize Ben in the dim light. I punch him softly in the arm as he relaxes his grip on my side and drops his hand from my mouth.
“Sorry, just didn’t want you to scream.”
“You scared me. I didn’t hear the door.”
“Good. Hopefully no one else heard.”
“Great to know anyone can sneak in my room. But you shouldn’t be up here.” I chastise him.
“Couldn’t sleep. And then you had to mention the view.” His hand slides down my hip.
“I meant this one. Isn’t it beautiful?” I turn around and pull on his arm to bring him over to the window.
“Yeah. It is.” His arm wraps around my middle, and his lips brush over the side of my neck. He’s barely even bothered to glance out the window.
“Ben…” It’s half warning and half sigh, and my voice sounds breathy even to my own ears.
He pulls me tight against his body, and his chin rests against my shoulder as he finally looks out at what I’m trying to show him.
“I’m looking. I’m looking. It’s just hard to care about that view when I have this one.”
His fingers slide under the hem of my oversized T-shirt, softly brushing over my stomach, and teasing against the band of my panties.
“I want you,” he whispers against the side of my temple, before he presses a kiss there.
“Someone could hear us.”
“Then I guess you’d better stay quiet.”
“That’s easier said than done when you’re touching me.”
“Fuck, see you say things like that, and I can’t help myself.” His lips brush against the shell of my ear, and his breath against my neck has me arching into him.
His hand slides down between my thighs, and he strokes me through my panties, making me spread my legs further. I lean back against his chest and kiss his neck.
“I want to taste you, here. Feel you come on my tongue.”
“Ben, fuck, you cannot say things like that…”
“Will you let me?”
“There’s no way I keep quiet through that.”
“So you won’t let me…” He nips at my earlobe and cups me through the cotton, bringing me flush against him, and I can feel him pressing hard against me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper through the darkness.
Except I do know already. I will give him anything he wants, and this isn’t exactly a hard ask. Other than the fact that being silent while he puts his mouth on me is going to be nearly impossible.
“Or I could just go back to my room.” He lets me go abruptly to prove his point, grinning as he does it. I’m caught off balance by the loss of him and stumble forward, catching myself on the desk in front of the window.
“Don’t,” I say finally, giving in as he pretends to walk away.
I can see the little look of self-assurance on his face through the dull light and where with most men it would irritate me that they know they have this kind of hold over me, that they were smug about it, with Ben, it makes my stomach flutter. He closes the gap between us again, and roughly tugs my panties off, letting me step out of them before tossing them back toward the bed and then lifting me up on the desk.
He slides the chair in between my legs and sits down, spreading them wide to accommodate his shoulders as he bends down to kiss my inner thigh. I immediately inhale on the brush of his lips against the sensitive and tender skin, pulling back slightly, and I’m thankful that the desk doesn’t bounce against the wall with the motion. If I can keep my mouth shut, we might not wake the whole house.
“I have a confession though.” His voice is deep, thick with want as he toys with me.
