He grins, and I can see the hint of a dimple on either side of his mouth. I wonder why I didn’t notice them last night. “I’ve done weirder things. What’s your last name?”
“Hanson.”
“Well, Milly Hanson, I’m Benjamin Michael Waterstone.” He bows deeply and flourishes his hand out in front of him before extending it toward me. When I slip mine into his palm, that magnetic feeling is there. The same kinetic energy that I felt last night when his arm brushed against my leg or when he spent a little too long fixing my backpack or when he kissed me so thoroughly last night. He lifts our entwined hands to his lips and kisses the back of mine.
“Fuck it,” he growls, before pulling me against him and devouring my lips. One hand wraps around my waist, his fingers twisting in the hem of my shirt while he presses his other hand to my back, helping to keep me firmly in place. My hands slide up his chest and then wrap around his neck. Our kiss deepens as the space between our bodies closes, and I find myself falling slowly into the magic of this moment.
Breathlessly, Ben pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “You should wear something warmer to bed tonight,” he says softly.
“Like what?” I ask, tugging at my shirt.
“Me,” he says with a smirk.
Ben
This is a bad idea, I think as I lift Milly into my arms and carry her back toward my bedroom.You barely know this girl. But her cherry red lips are too enticing, and I forget every single thought as I kiss them over and over, savoring Milly’s sweet taste.
With Milly below me, arching into me, I force myself to take a moment. “If this is too much, just tell me to stop, and I will. I promise.”
She nods her head in agreement but grabs the back of my head and pulls my face back down to claim me with her own heated kiss. One of her bare legs brushes along my side as she moans into my mouth. She squirms beneath me, grinding her body against mine.
You should stop, rational Ben says, worming his way back into my thoughts. I hesitate for a brief second, giving rational Ben more time to talk me out of fucking Milly senseless.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe out as I roll off her and onto my back. My cock strains painfully against my sweatpants, but I ignore it. I’m not about to become a selfish prick and take advantage of this girl.
“It’s okay.” Her voice is equally breathless. She turns her head toward me and smiles shyly. And then she’s gone. I feel like such a fool…kissing her senseless, bringing her to my bed, basically doing everything that would indicate I wanted to fuck her right until I chickened out.
“Way to go, asshole,” I mutter aloud to myself.
I hear Milly moving around my apartment, and it surprises me how much I like the sound of another person sharing my space. I am the perpetually single friend. All my mates are shacked up with fiancées or wives; a couple of them even have kids. Except me. The pub is my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife. It’s everything to me, but maybe it’s time to change.
Maybe it’s time to chase the girl.
Milly looks beautifully frazzled pacing my living room a few moments later. With her cell phone plastered to her ear, she’s explaining to the person at the other end how she was scammed. Her cheeks are red, and she works her bottom lip between her teeth as she listens and nods, providing information as needed.
“I just want my money back,” she wails. “How long do you think that will take?”
The sound of her distress guts me, and I walk over to her and place my arm around her shoulders. She leans into me, and I feel her start to relax. She sighs heavily and ends the conversation with, “Thank you for your help.”
“Was that your bank? What did they say?” I ask softly.
“They’ll investigate my fraud claim, but it could take a while to get the money back.”
“Anything I can do to help?”
Milly looks up at me with her big blue eyes and bites her lip. “There is one thing,” she whispers. Those twin glacial pools staring up at me have me completely transfixed, and I barely register the movement of her hand as it slips under the waistband of my pants.
“Are you sure?” It’s the last chance that I’m giving her and myself.
“You started something, and now I want you to finish it.” Her voice is low and full of lust and need. Her hand slips a little farther inside my sweats and grips my fully erect cock, and she smiles in satisfaction. Or maybe triumph?
I look around the room. The living room isn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I’m not about to let this moment pass. My cock is aching after all the teasing it’s endured.
“Take off that fucking T-shirt,” I growl. It’s been a goddamn temptation, teasing me with little glimpses of her shoulder or a peek of her ass. Her hand slides up and out of my pants before she takes a step back and, with one hand, pulls the offensive garment over her head. I suck in a sharp breath because standing before me in nothing but a plain pair of cotton panties, Milly is absolutely flawless. Her skin is creamy and pink, and her breasts are perfect handfuls with rosy nipples made for my mouth.
I reach out and palm one of her breasts while wrapping the other hand around her waist to drag her forward. I place my nose along the ridge of her collarbone and inhale her fresh, clean scent.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur across her skin, placing light kisses up her neck and across her cheek. “Absolutely stunning.”
