Total pages in book: 230
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1089(@200wpm)___ 871(@250wpm)___ 726(@300wpm)
“Do you see him?” Amir asked as we looked at the team, running back and forth on the field. When Ben caught my eye, I pointed and jumped up.
“There!” I laughed and turned to Amir. “Take a picture of me. I have to send it to Eli and Aramis.”
When he gave me my phone back, I sent the picture and typed: I’m pretty sure I have the best seats in the house.
Aramis: NO WAY
Eli: WHY DIDN’T YOU INVITE US?
Me: You never invite me when you come. So there.
Eli: Not fair
Aramis: Tell Ben we’re no longer friends
I laughed as I read their responses aloud to Amir, who laughed along with me. When Ben was finished playing, he introduced me to some of his friends. I’d already met Alex in Ibiza, but I was giddy at meeting the rest of them, not only because I was a fan, but because Ben was obviously making it clear that this wasn’t temporary.
CHAPTER 25
Pilar
I loved being in his house. Everything about it was so…him, from the neutral walls to the library filled with memorabilia and trophies he’d won. I’d caught a quick glimpse of his bedroom during the tour he gave me, but our food arrived before I could explore much else. Now, we were on the floor around his coffee table, having sushi and drinking wine. It was the most glorious date I’d ever had.
“Are you in pain?” I watched as he finished chewing the roll of sushi he’d just put into his mouth.
“Do you mean am I sore?”
“Yes. I’m sore just from watching your drills today.”
“I think I’ve forgotten what not being sore feels like.” He chuckled. “I’ve been playing since I was three. I guess I’m just conditioned to it.”
“That’s pretty amazing.” His stamina was pretty amazing too. I felt myself blush as the thought crossed my mind and tried to hide it by looking away, but Ben reached for my hand. I couldn’t help but meet his gaze, which was slightly amused, a bit turned on.
“What are you thinking about?”
“How much I want you.”
“Ah.” He chuckled lightly as he brought my hand to his lips and nipped my thumb. “That’s a nice thing to think about.”
“I also can’t help but think that you’re much more experienced than I am.” I fought to keep my gaze on his.
“You’re perfect.” He tugged my arm and pulled me closer to him, searching my eyes. “Hey, you’re perfect. I couldn’t imagine a more ideal woman.”
His hands grazed my torso as he pushed them under my shirt, stopping at the elastic of my bra.
“Is this okay?” he whispered against my neck, breathing me in as he kissed me.
“More than okay.” I pushed out my chest, inviting him to do more.
He didn’t work his hands under my bra the way I thought he might. Instead, he brought his hands behind me, unsnapping the clasp. Ben pulled back and looked into my eyes. There was so much more than lust in them, and I didn’t know what that meant. Regardless, my heart galloped with such force that I thought he might hear it. Bringing my hand up to touch his face, I caressed his jaw, the five o’clock shadow tickling the tips of my fingers. Even as I touched him, I couldn’t quite believe that I was with him, with the man I’d crushed on for years and pictured doing this with more times than I cared to admit. He watched me for a long while, his hands still just under my breasts as he seemingly savored my hands on his face.
“You’re entirely too beautiful for me,” he said, and the way he looked at me made me believe it.
“You’re entirely too handsome for me.” I smiled, leaning into him and kissing his lips.
I gasped as he brought his fingers to my jaw and deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with mine, his erection pressing into my pussy so hard through our clothes that I had no control over myself when my body began to move, seeking the pleasure he promised. His hands finally cupped both of my breasts, his fingers pinching my nipples so hard I had to stop kissing him and throw my head back to moan. He pinched them again, his hands quickly working to rid me of my shirt and bra for his mouth to latch on to each of them, nuzzling, kissing, sucking. With his lips, his hands, he made me feel a sense of abandon I’d never experienced before. He brought out a sexually starved version of me I hadn’t even known was in there.
I continued moving against his cock, even though we were still both wearing jeans and I knew I wouldn’t find the release I needed. As if reading my thoughts, Ben pulled away. Suddenly we were both standing, rapidly taking off the rest of our clothes. He brought me back to his lap with me straddling him and continued marking my skin with his lips. His hand moved south, his gentle nips turning to bites as his fingers began moving against me.