Not needing to be prompted this time, I turn around on my own. His hands start on my neck and shoulders, kneading the tension knots out. Then he descends, massaging my arms and back. It’s so relaxing I damn near fall asleep standing. While he works his way down my thighs, avoiding the apex between my legs, I wonder if other men are like this… this attentive and caring. Neil sure as hell wasn’t.
Ben turns me around, so we’re facing each other. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his brows dipping in concern.
“How did you know…?”
“I could feel your entire body tense.”
I sigh. “Sorry, I was just thinking about my ex-husband.”
His brows fly up to his forehead, so I quickly explain. “You’re being so nice... and I was wondering if this is how it’s supposed to be. When I got my period, Neil would complain I wasn’t pregnant and that he’d have to deal with days of my emotional roller coaster. A lot of times, he would work late…” I flinch, realization dawning on me. He would come home late... He was probably screwing someone else during that week.
“Neil’s an asshole,” Ben says flatly. “I don’t know what other men do, and to be honest, I’ve never done this with another woman before, but…” He swallows thickly. “I’ve also never felt like this before.”
Before I can question what he means by that, his mouth is on mine, kissing me, devouring me. It’s not sweet or soft, but hard. As though he’s trying to tell me something he can’t voice through words. His tongue plunges past my parted lips, tasting, caressing.
My hands slide up his wet chest and snake around his neck. His hands grab my ass, lifting me. My legs wrap around his waist, and my back hits the cold wall, sending a chill up my spine.
Ben reaches between us and finds my clit. He strokes and massages it, and my body bows against his, grinding and silently begging for the relief I know is coming. With a couple more strokes, I let go, flying high as my entire body trembles in pleasure.
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs against my lips. “Fuck yeah, come for me.” He doesn’t stop coaxing my orgasm out of me until I’ve completely come down.
He gently sets me onto my shaky legs, which feel like Jell-O, making it hard to even stand. But when I glance down at his erection, all thick and veiny and protruding outward proudly, my wobbly legs are forgotten as I drop to my knees so I’m eye level with his dick.
“Savan—” he begins, but his words are cut off the moment my mouth wraps around his shaft. I take him all the way in, sucking and licking, working to get him off. It doesn’t take long until he’s coming down my throat, his fingers tangled in the back of my hair and his head thrown back as he groans through his climax.
Once I’ve milked him completely dry, swallowing every last drop, I stand. His eyes pry open, looking hazy and satiated, and he pulls me into his arms, crashing his mouth against mine for a quick yet punishing kiss.
“That is not why I wanted to shower with you,” he says, a boyish grin splayed across his lips.
Chapter Eighteen
Benjamin
We finish our shower, then get out and dry off. I get dressed in her room, leaving Savannah to handle her woman business in the bathroom. The shower didn’t go as planned, but I can’t lie and say it didn’t go better... Any time I’m with her, I can’t get enough. I just want to touch her and kiss her and fucking be with her. When she asked if other men treat their women the same way I was treating her, I couldn’t be anything but honest when I told her I didn’t know because I was never like this until her. It’s her—she makes me want to take care of her, be there for her.
She steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel, and I have to remind myself—specifically my dick even though it just got plenty of attention thanks to her perfect mouth—to chill out. She’s not feeling well, and the last thing she needs is me constantly attacking her because I can’t seem to keep my hands off her.
Once she’s dressed—in a pair of sweats and a shirt that reads, “When a Southern woman says ‘Oh hell no,’ it’s already too late”—we head up to my place. We’re on the couch with Savannah tucked into my side, deciding what to order, when Brody plows through the door like a tornado, throwing his bags on the floor.
He stops in his place and eyes us. “So you guys finally started dating, huh?”
“What? No!” Savannah squeaks out.
At the same time, I say, “Not yet.”
Brody barks out a laugh. “You guys might wanna figure that out.”
Savannah moves to the other side of the couch like my touch is suddenly contagious. “There’s nothing to figure out,” she says through clenched teeth, glaring at me. “Tell him… Tell him we’re just friends.”
“You don’t have to pretend for me,” Brody says. “I’m not a kid… and I’m okay with you two dating. Hell, I’m okay with you getting married. It just sucks my mom couldn’t find someone nice too.” He shrugs and walks through the living room, already pulling his phone out of his pocket. “I’m calling Sariah. Let me know when dinner’s here.”
The second his door closes, Savannah bolts to her feet. “What the hell was that?”
“That was my kid,” I say, knowing full well that’s not what she was referring to.
“Ben…” she warns.
“I’ve actually been meaning to talk to you.” When she takes a step back, I stand as well. “I know we agreed to no strings, but—”
“Don’t do this…”
“Savy.” I sigh, stepping toward her. She takes another step back. “Things have changed.”
“No, nothing has changed!” she whisper-yells. “You promised me no strings. You said you were a man of your word.”
“That was before…”
“Before what?” she barks, her chest rising and falling in quick succession.
“Before I started to fall for you.”
“No… No. No. No. You promised!” Tears fill her eyes and quickly spill over, shattering my heart. This isn’t what I had in mind when I imagined telling her I want to be with her. “You promised, Benjamin!” She throws her arms in the air. “I need to go.”
Before I can beg her not to leave, she’s out the door, slamming it behind her. I’m stuck in place for a few seconds, unsure what to do, when Brody makes his presence known.
“What are you waiting for? Go after her.”
Shit, he’s right. I run out the door and down the hall, catching her while she’s waiting for the elevator. Tears are running down her face, and she’s sniffling loudly.
“Savannah, wait,” I call out when the elevator opens. I sprint in front of her and block the doors. “Please talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Yes, there is.” I close the space between us as the doors close since nobody got in. “Over the past several weeks, my life has changed drastically. From Brody moving in, to meeting you. When I agreed to no strings—”