Blurred Lines (Love Unexpectedly 1)
His hand snakes behind the curtain and he turns the water on.
“Tell me you’re turning that on for me,” I say as he stands upright again.
“Nope.” He jerks the shower curtain to one side. “I’m turning it on for us.”
“What? Oh…oh,” I say as his hands find my waist, lifting me up and into the tub. He follows me in, closing the curtain so it’s just us in our nakedness and steam.
“Clever,” I say, my voice catching a little as his hands move up over my sides.
“Yeah?” he leans down, his teeth softly tugging at my earlobe. “I thought this had a nice win-win appeal to it.”
His mouth moves down my neck and my eyes flutter closed. I’ve always been a sucker for neck kisses, and Ben seems to have figured this out in record time.
He scoots closer and my eyes fly open once more.
“How are you ready again?” I ask.
I feel him smile against the skin of my neck. “I’m twenty-four. At my sexual peak, baby.”
Lance is twenty-four, too, but he was more of a one-time-then-nap sort of lover. Or, toward the end, a one-time-then-back-to-the-books lover. But even after two rounds of very enthusiastic sex, there’s no questioning that Ben’s lower anatomy is ready for round three.
And, to my surprise, I’m ready, too. Two minutes ago, I was pretty damn sure all I wanted was a long, hot shower and maybe the proverbial cigarette to celebrate the end of my celibacy, but with his mouth doing that thing under my ear…
My hands roam over his rather perfect upper body, my fingertips taking particular interest in the lines of his abs. Then I remember my vision from earlier. The one where I lick every inch of his delicious stomach.
I push at Ben’s shoulders and he pulls back. I’m oddly gratified to see that his eyes are hazy with desire just from kissing my neck. Wonder what he’ll do if I do this…
I lean forward, pressing my lips softly to his shoulder, then taking a not-so-soft bite out of the hard flesh.
He hisses, and I smile as my lips travel downward until I get to that glorious six-pack. Or is it an eight-pack?
I let my lips and tongue find out as I trace the firm plains of his muscled abs. His fingers tangle roughly in my wet hair, and the still-hot water pounds against my back as I explore.
My lips drift ever lower, and I hear his breathing grow more ragged.
Wicked, dirty thoughts enter my mind as I grin against his stomach and lower to my knees.
I glance up and lick my lips and Ben groans.
I set my mouth against his cock and he swears. I smile in victory. I’ve never been quite this brazen, but somehow with Ben, I don’t feel embarrassed or tentative. I feel bold and exploratory, and a little bit dirty.
And then I get a lot dirty.
Five minutes later a gasping Ben pulls me to my feet and I smile smugly.
His eyes narrow. “Feeling proud of ourself, are we?”
“I’m just sayin’, I’ve never heard you say my name quite like that before. Also, the water’s turning cold—”
He spins me around, reversing our positions. “You’re going to forget all about the temperature of the water in a minute.”
“No, I really won’t—”
But then he drops to his knees, and it’s his turn to look up at me wickedly. “Ben—”
He leans forward, his tongue finding me, and damn it, he’s right. I forget all about the cold water.
Several minutes later, he stands, and once I stop gasping I hit his shoulder. “Now who’s looking smug?”