“Just one.” I press on his shoulders, urging him to stop. I can’t think clearly when he is touching me, and this is serious. I have already given him my heart, but before I give him my body again—before I hand him control of my pleasure—I need to know I can trust him. That he will be faithful to me.
He must sense that because he stops kissing my neck and straightens up, eyeballing me. “Shoot.”
“I want to be with you. I want to have a real relationship, but that will only happen if you are faithful to me. Other women are a deal-breaker, Ben.”
He cups my face in his palms, peering deep into my eyes. “You are the only woman for me, Sierra. Since Vegas, it has only been you.” His gaze probes mine. “This might surprise you, but I have not been in a relationship since I left Chicago.”
That does surprise me. “But what about those women in pictures with you on the web? What about Chantel?” I want to get it all off my chest so that we can move forward with a clean slate.
“None of those women were my girlfriends. It was only ever sex.”
“And they knew you were only using them for sex?”
“Yes. I was always up front though it didn’t stop some of them from thinking they could sink their claws in me. They used me too, Firefly. Being on my arm at key society events helped to elevate their status in those circles.”
I have been raised in a similar world, and I understand that’s how things happen, but it still sickens my stomach. I’m not sure what my expression betrays, but it encourages Ben to go further.
“None of them meant anything to me.” He brushes his thumb along my lower lip. “None of them stood a chance at ever claiming my heart because I had already given it to you that night in Vegas.”
“You did?” Disbelief radiates in my tone.
“I did.” He nods, leaning in to press a brief kiss on my lips. “I didn’t know I’d lost it that night, but it became obvious over time when I couldn’t get you out of my head. Reconnecting with you confirmed everything I had been denying.” My heart is jumping in my chest at the intense way he’s looking at me. “I love you, Sierra. You are the only woman for me. Now and forever.”
I can barely speak over the emotional lump in my throat. “I love you too,” I whisper, fighting tears. “I always have.”
He kisses me again, much harder this time, and I fall into him, wrapping my arms securely around his neck as I squirm on his lap.
“And to answer your initial question, yes,” he says, trailing his lips down my neck. “I will be faithful to you. Always.” Lifting his head, he peers deep into my eyes. “You can trust me. I will never cheat on you. I could never do that to you, and I have no interest in any other woman, now or ever. You are the only woman I desire in my bed and in my life.”
His words sink bone-deep, heart-deep, reassuring me and helping to remove the last vestiges of doubt. “Thank you. I needed to hear that.”
“Any other questions?” he asks, flashing me his signature smirk. “Or can we dispense with talking and move this to the bedroom?” He tugs on my earlobe with his teeth, making me shiver all over.
“I think that’s enough questions for now,” I pant.
“Thank fuck.” He jerks his hips forward, pressing his growing erection against the side of my thigh. “I have spent what seems like an eternity dying to have you back in my bed.” His hands wind through my hair, and he tilts my head back, staring at me with a dark intensity that both exhilarates and terrifies me.
“To sleep or…?” I leave my question open-ended on purpose, even if we both know what will happen when we get to the master suite.
His hand casually roams the left side of my body. “That is totally up to you,” he purrs, as his fingers brush against the edge of my breast.
“Oh God,” I moan as heat floods my core.
“I want to drive my cock inside your tight pussy,” he growls in my ear as his hand reaches my thigh. “I want to fuck this insatiable need for you out of my system, only to begin all over again, because there is no quenching my thirst when it comes to you.”
His hand slides between my thighs, and he rubs my pussy through my jeans. “But I can wait if you need more time. We can do other things.”
The friction heightens every nerve ending in that part of my body, and I rock against him, needing his touch more than I need air to breathe. “Take me,” I whisper, locking eyes with him. “Take me and do with me whatever you please. I am yours to command.” I wouldn’t dream of uttering those words to any other man. I have never given anyone else permission to dominate me in the bedroom. But the most intense sexual pleasure I’ve ever had was my night in Vegas with Ben when I willingly handed sole control to him. I have dreamed of a repeat performance plenty of times. Fingered myself to sleep many nights in bed dreaming of his touch and his cock, and both are being offered to me on a platter now.
Only a fool would say no.
“Fuck, yes.” He even makes that sound sexy.
I shriek when he stands abruptly, throwing me over his shoulder and slapping my ass hard. “Buckle up, Firefly, because I’m about to give you the ride of your life.”
39
SIERRA
“Stand there,” Ben says, positioning me over by the small seating area in his bedroom. Nerves prickle my skin, but they’re the good kind. After locking the door, he hooks his cell up to his sound system. “Naughty Girl” by Beyoncé fills the room, but he’s set the volume low so it’s not too loud. He flops down into one of the velvet tub chairs in front of me, spreading his thighs and smirking. “Strip for me, Firefly. Nice and slow. I want to take my time drinking in every inch of your gorgeous body before I devour you with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.”
“Holy shit.” I squeeze my legs together as a gush of liquid warmth floods my panties.
His brows climb to his hairline in question as I stand rooted to the spot. “Is there a problem?” he asks, and I shake my head, snapping out of it and raising trembling fingers to the hem of my sweater. I pull it over my head, dropping it to the ground. Heat flares from his eyes as he stares hungrily at me, his gaze dipping to my breasts. My nipples pebble behind my white and pink lacy bra, and adrenaline courses through my veins, flicking a switch inside me. His ravenous stare is the confidence boost I need to do this. Moving my body to the sultry beats of the song, I sashay my hips, mouthing the lyrics as I lean forward at the waist, offering him a glimpse of my cleavage under my flimsy camisole.
Turning around, I shake my ass while tilting my head back, letting my hair cascade down my back as I dance. The music loosens my tense muscles, and I let it sweep me up in its hypnotic beat, banishing any lingering doubts or nerves. Easing my camisole up my body, I slide it off and toss it aside as I continue swaying my body in sync with the music.
“Turn around,” he grunts, and I bite my lip as I slowly spin around.
I pop the button on my jeans, deliberately licking my lips as I zone in on the noticeable bulge in his jeans.
He’s enjoying this, and that spurs me on.
Dropping to the floor, I quickly remove my socks and shimmy my skinny jeans over my hips and down my legs. It’s not as easy to do that part sexily, but Ben doesn’t seem to mind. His eyes are like laser beams on my skin as I reveal more and more flesh. Kicking my jeans away, I crawl closer to him, using his legs to pull myself upright.