Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“I need to use the bathroom,” I mutter when the kiss ends. As if he knows why, he nods and steps into the shower to give me some privacy.
After I’m done, I join him in the shower. It’s not a big area, but there’s enough room for us to fit comfortably. I stand under the spray, wetting my hair and body, and then move over to wash my hair. Before I can grab the shampoo, though, he stops me.
“Turn around,” he says, pumping some shampoo into his hands. I do as he says, and then a second later, his fingers land on my head. He massages the soap into my scalp, and it’s probably one of the best things I’ve ever felt in my life.
When I sigh into him, my back hits his front, and he presses an open-mouthed kiss to the top of my shoulder, sending a spark of desire through my body.
“Rinse,” he tells me in a soft yet demanding tone.
Once my hair is soap-free, he squirts the conditioner into my hair, then proceeds to massage my scalp all over again. My eyes close as I get lost in the relaxing feeling of his fingers. All too soon, he finishes, though, and I rinse my hair out.
As I’m reaching for the bodywash, he grabs it first, his eyes locking with mine, making his intentions clear. I consider telling him that’s too intimate, too… much, but he’s already squirting the rose-scented liquid into his palm and rubbing his hands together.
Not needing to be prompted this time, I turn around on my own. His hands start on my neck and shoulders, kneading the tension knots out. Then he descends, massaging my arms and back. It’s so relaxing I damn near fall asleep standing. While he works his way down my thighs, avoiding the apex between my legs, I wonder if other men are like this… this attentive and caring. Neil sure as hell wasn’t.
Ben turns me around, so we’re facing each other. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his brows dipping in concern.
“How did you know…?”
“I could feel your entire body tense.”
I sigh. “Sorry, I was just thinking about my ex-husband.”
His brows fly up to his forehead, so I quickly explain. “You’re being so nice... and I was wondering if this is how it’s supposed to be. When I got my period, Neil would complain I wasn’t pregnant and that he’d have to deal with days of my emotional roller coaster. A lot of times, he would work late…” I flinch, realization dawning on me. He would come home late... He was probably screwing someone else during that week.
“Neil’s an asshole,” Ben says flatly. “I don’t know what other men do, and to be honest, I’ve never done this with another woman before, but…” He swallows thickly. “I’ve also never felt like this before.”
Before I can question what he means by that, his mouth is on mine, kissing me, devouring me. It’s not sweet or soft, but hard. As though he’s trying to tell me something he can’t voice through words. His tongue plunges past my parted lips, tasting, caressing.
My hands slide up his wet chest and snake around his neck. His hands grab my ass, lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist, and my back hits the cold wall, sending a chill up my spine.
Ben reaches between us and finds my clit. He strokes and massages it, and my body bows against his, grinding and silently begging for the relief I know is coming. With a couple more strokes, I let go, flying high as my entire body trembles in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Fuck yeah, come for me.” He doesn’t stop coaxing my orgasm out of me until I’ve completely come down.
He gently sets me onto my shaky legs, which feel like Jell-O, making it hard to even stand. But when I glance down at his erection, all thick and veiny and protruding outward proudly, my wobbly legs are forgotten as I drop to my knees so I’m eye level with his dick.
“Savan—” he begins, but his words are cut off the moment my mouth wraps around his shaft. I take him all the way in, sucking and licking, working to get him off. It doesn’t take long until he’s coming down my throat, his fingers tangled in the back of my hair and his head thrown back as he groans through his climax.
Once I’ve milked him completely dry, swallowing every last drop, I stand. His eyes pry open, looking hazy and satiated, and he pulls me into his arms, crashing his mouth against mine for a quick yet punishing kiss.
“That is not why I wanted to shower with you,” he says, a boyish grin splayed across his lips.
Chapter Eighteen
Benjamin
We finish our shower, then get out and dry off. I get dressed in her room, leaving Savannah to handle her woman business in the bathroom. The shower didn’t go as planned, but I can’t lie and say it didn’t go better... Any time I’m with her, I can’t get enough. I just want to touch her and kiss her and fucking be with her. When she asked if other men treat their women the same way I was treating her, I couldn’t be anything but honest when I told her I didn’t know because I was never like this until her. It’s her—she makes me want to take care of her, be there for her.