Wanted. Hot xxx Brushing against him. He sat up, scowling, wiping himself off with a T-shirt from the floor. She stayed there for two, maybe three seconds longer than she needed to. Like some ancient instinct, it pulled him forward. He closed the door, pressed his back to it for a second, like that might hold everything in. It wasn’t gentle. Her body was wrapped around him, arms, legs, heat. “Ben… Ben… don’t stop…”
He couldn’t have stopped even if he tried. Just once. Ben stepped into the living room, still shaken, heart thudding, the aftermath of what he’d just done in his bedroom still clinging to his skin. Ben shifted in his seat. You shouldn’t be doing this. He’d told himself again and again that it was wrong. Her nipples were tight from the cool air. Desired. Nails biting into his skin, not
