Touch Me (You & Me 2)

She let out a long sigh. “I’m sure it can be. Can we just focus on the right now?”

He nodded. “Definitely. Right now, I’d like to get out of this car and into the house. Does that work for you?”

She grinned. “Yes, it does!”

He opened the door and quickly helped her out, escorting her into his home once again.

Chapter Twenty

Katherine

THEY HAD BARELY MADE it through the front door of his home before his mouth was on hers. She loved how eager he was and had been feeling the same way all night. The dancing and grinding against one another had been foreplay. Very extended foreplay that left her wet, hot and extremely agitated. Her skin felt too tight as his mouth moved over hers, his tongue delving in and out. She loved the way he tasted and smelled.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted to climb on and ride him with her skin pressed against his. She wanted more. He seemed to be holding back. She knew why. He was worried about freaking her out or hurting her. She couldn’t be hurt—not by him. Every part of her was on fire. He had to know how much she wanted him.

“Ben, I really need you,” she mumbled against his mouth.

He pulled away and looked at her, giving her a quick kiss before smiling at her. “Can I get you a drink? Do you want to slow this down?”

Her eyes went wide. “No! Absolutely not!”

He chuckled. “Good, I was hoping you would say that. Let’s go upstairs.”

She nodded her head and let him lead the way. The entire time she walked behind him, she stared at his ass, and watched the way his shoulders moved. She was horny. Every little thing about the man was making her crazy. Her free hand reached out and ran down the side of his back, feeling the muscles ripple under his shirt. He turned back to look at her, heat in his eyes.

She wanted to make him lose control of the restraint. She had a feeling there was a wild, virile man underneath all that coolness and she was going to find him and bring him out. Maybe it was the alcohol taking the edge off, but she felt uninhibited with him. Like she could do anything, and it would be great.

They hit the landing and he was walking much faster, practically dragging her to his bedroom.

“Ben,” she said from behind him.

“What?”

“Don’t hold back. Let me have you—all of you,” she demanded.

He pushed open his bedroom door. “Your ribs,” he reminded her.

“I’m fine,” she said a little too eagerly.

“Sweetheart, I could never live with myself if I hurt you,” he said, closing his door and wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close to him.

She looked at him and realized asking had been a mistake. Her eyes dropped to his mouth and then to his chest. She was going to show him what she wanted. That first time together, she’d gotten a little glimpse of the feral beast inside him. She was going to drag it out of him one way or another.

“Can we turn on some music?” she asked.

He looked at her before nodding. “Sure, if that’s what you want.”

“Something with a slow beat,” she instructed.

He walked to a small table, picked up a remote and music flooded the room. She looked up at the ceiling, finding the speaker and smiling. She knew he would have a similar setup in his house as she did at her old house with Tim.

He set the remote down and raised an eyebrow. “Good?”

“Very. Ben, I want you to take off your shirt,” she said, moving away from him when he reached out for her.

He raised an eyebrow. “I planned on it,” he said with a grin.

She shook her head. “Now,” she replied in a firm voice.