“Are you getting drinks?” I called out.
“Yeah,” she yelled back as the sound of the movie starting filled the room.
I turned to Ben “Are you still hard?” I whispered.
“Painfully.”
“Undo your fly.”
“I already did.”
“Really?” I lifted his shirt and had a peek. Black jocks barely contained what he was packing. In fact, if I tugged on the waistband, I’d get to see. Oh, my God. There’s the head of his cock. I raised my eyes, finding his smoking-hot stare aimed at my mouth.
Bree came back in the room and I quickly put the blanket back in place, feigning innocence. Sweat broke out along my top lip.
She placed three glasses and a bottle of lemonade on the coffee table before frowning at us. “Are you guys cold?”
Ben coughed. I half whimpered, half hummed.
“Do you want me to turn off the fan?”
“Nope,” I yelped.
At the same time, Ben barked, “No.”
“Okaaay.” She raised her brows and twisted one corner of her mouth like she thought we’d gone cuckoo.
Turning off the light, she finally came back and lay on the couch, facing her feet away from us.
My gaze was trained on Ben as the flickering light from the screen played across his tight features. He returned my stare, the flare of his nostrils evident even in the dim room. I kissed the corner of his mouth. The poor guy. Two hours of this was going to be excruciating. I wasn’t exactly comfortable myself.
I leaned forward, preparing to move seats, but his grip on my hips pulled me back. I shot him a questioning glance. He pressed his lips to my ear. “Don’t move.” My shoulder jerked towards my ear as his breath set off a cascade of tingles. My nipples tightened. He noticed, his hand reaching to pinch one through my tank. I bit my lip to keep from making a noise.
I was the worst babysitter in the world. We were the worst babysitters in the world.
His lips met my earlobe again. “Behave yourself.”
I encircled his neck with my arms and placed my lips to his ear. “I can’t if I’m sitting on your lap with your dick poking out of your undies.”
He burst out laughing. Thank God it was perfectly timed with something funny in the movie and Bree laughed, too. On the screen, Jim Carrey made one of his rubber-faced expressions.
I hopped up before Ben could stop me, throwing the blanket back over him before going to the toilet.
When I’d finished, I filled the glasses with lemonade and handed Bree and Ben one each. Taking my own to the opposite side of the room, I settled into the spare armchair.
Ben narrowed his eyes at me over the rim. I volleyed a smirk. His brows rose. I winked. He mouthed, “You are in big trouble.”
I certainly hoped so.
When the fuck would this movie ever finish?
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Bree conked out about half an hour before the end of the flick. I had to shake her awake so she’d go to bed. After making sure she was settled, I shut her door and returned to the lounge room. Ben had turned the movie off and music played on low volume. I could only just hear Beyoncé singing about being single, but already my shoulders were bouncing.
“Dance for me.”
“I am.” I twisted my left hand back and forth near my face in Beyoncé’s signature move, my other hand on my hip as I rocked from side to side. I spun around, shaking my booty in his face. He grabbed for me, but I danced out of his way, doing a lap of the coffee table.
Laughter tumbled from my mouth as I braced my hands on my hips and tried to catch a breath.
“I love watching you dance.” He sat on the edge of his seat.
I smiled and shrugged as his compliment settled in my chest. “I stopped dancing a couple of years ago.”
“Why?”
“After Jess died, it didn’t feel right anymore.” I didn’t want to put a dampener on our night. But it was the truth. Partially. There was another reason. “But also, these happened.” I grabbed my boobs. “They get in the way of everything.”
Like a telephoto lens, he zoomed in on my rack. “I wouldn’t mind them getting in my way.”
“You like them a lot, don’t you?”
“Stupid question.” He looked down the hall. “Can we go to your room?”
“Yes.” Finally.
In one swift move, he’d picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I cried out before slapping my hand over my mouth. Shit. Stay asleep, Bree. Luckily her bedroom was at the end of the hallway near Mum and Peter’s bedroom. Mine was closer to the living area. There was a bathroom and laundry in between us.
He locked us in my room and put me on my feet.
“Those shorts drive me insane. Your boobs drive me mental. You make me crazy.”
“The feeling is mutual. What are we gonna do about it?”
He lurched forward, locking his mouth to mine as big arms caught me in their embrace. He was my safe place. I couldn’t have felt more secure. He was the one person I could unleash my true self upon, knowing he could take it. It was instinctual. Intrinsic. Home.
I slipped my hands under his shirt and into the back of his undies, rewarded with warm, smooth skin. His glutes clenched under my touch, and I pinched one in warning. Pulling up his shirt, he bent forward so I could rip it off. I didn’t waste a second before my hands were spread across his chest, playing with the dusting of dark hair and the dips and valleys of his abs. God,
