“How about we finish up the bus tour then? You want to see the bedroom?”
My eyes widened. “We can’t use his bedroom. That’s, that’s just…wrong.”
And kinda gross.
Ben sighed. “Fine. Bunk then? It’s not like this booth is exactly roomy.”
He wasn’t wrong. My behind barely fit on my side of the table, and I had serious doubts that the small-ish recliner opposite us could support our combined weight. I bit my lip as his question hung between us, but there was really only one answer.
“Do you think the sheets are clean?”
Ben grinned. “I’ll change them myself if you’re worried about it.”
“Fuck it. Show me the bunks.”
Chapter 7
My heart pounded so loud in my ears as Ben grabbed my hand and pulled me up from the booth. He all but ran down the hall, pulling me behind him. We passed a door on the left then stopped in front of what I had assumed were closets, but were four bunk style beds, two on either side.
Ben pushed the curtain aside on the top right and inspected the bed. “Looks fresh and smells like clean sheets to me. But I can dig around for new sheets if you’re worried.”
Oh, I was worried, but not for the reason he was thinking.
Was this too soon?
Could I really have a weekend fling?
What was I doing?
“Emma? You okay?” He tilted his head, and I lost myself in his golden gaze again.
It should be illegal for a man to be that attractive.
“Did you change your mind?” He stepped back from the bunk. “We could head back to the festival. I don’t know who’s playing right now, but we’re missing someone’s show.”
And it definitely should be illegal for a man that attractive to be so caring.
Fuck it.
I had to start living sometime.
I looked at the bunk and cocked my head at Ben. “Give me a boost?”
That sparkle came back into his eyes. He stepped around behind me and held my hips. For just a second, all of him pressed into me from behind, and I had to close my eyes. It felt like pheromones were pouring off of him. The man was potent.
And then he stepped even closer, his hips brushed against my butt, and his erection pressed insistently into me.
I groaned. Why was that so freaking hot? I might’ve dropped my head back on his shoulder as I arched back into him. I wanted to feel him. Above me. On top of me.
Inside me.
“Just step here.” His rock-hard chest brushed against my back as he leaned forward to gesture at something. I couldn’t see it because I wasn’t currently capable of opening my eyes.
Maybe we should head for the bedroom after all. That wouldn’t require any crazy, Olympic level movements on my part. I was lucky I was still standing, considering how weak my knees currently felt.
“You with me, baby?”
Gah. Hearing that endearment from him in that super sexy, mellow voice? My sex clenched, and I wished we were already horizontal.
