Groaning, I go off like a geyser, shooting across her breasts. Leaving a trail down her stomach and across her hips. She runs a finger through it, rubbing it into her nipple that’s swollen from my attention. But then she pops that finger into her mouth and smiles.
Something in me roars at the sight of a sex-mussed Sienna, dripping with my come and flushed from two orgasms. It’s primal, like I’m a big jungle cat trying to mark my territory.
Because while we talked about keeping this to a week of hookups, to a friends-with-benefits situation, it feels like Sienna’s mine. Like this means more.
Despite all the shit I have going on and the promises I’ve made to myself to focus on football and my daughter, I realize I have to get my shit together and find a way to keep this woman by my side.
And not just as a friend.
23
SIENNA
I wake up once again draped over Ben’s enormous body.
Memories from last night have me smiling. I’ve never experienced anything like what we did. Ben was commanding and growly and yet tender and thoughtful. And holy crap, does he know how to touch me.
I thought Cal was giving in bed. And he was—somewhat, in the beginning. That eventually waned.
But nothing I ever did with him came close to the intimacy I just experienced with Ben. Honestly, it freaks me out a little. In a beautiful, crazy way. Being with him feels like I’m about to BASE jump off El Capitan.
The ultimate thrill.
If you don’t die.
Dramatic much, Sienna?
Objectively, though, he’s the only man who’s made me come twice in a row, working me over like we were long-time lovers.
Best of all, he didn’t act like a weirdo afterward.
Because I hate when guys get weird.
Last night I was a sticky mess after our sexy times, so I took another shower, and when I came back to bed, he held the covers open for me, tucked me against his hard chest, and quickly fell asleep.
It felt so normal. Like we were some old couple. Pretty sure I slept with a smile on my face as he snuggled me.
A part of me wishes we could freeze time and enjoy this vacation, stretch it out for weeks or months, until we’ve had our fill of each other.
Because everything will change when we get back to Charming. He’ll disappear into training camp or school or the regular season will kick his ass, and I’ll go back to teaching yoga classes and worrying if I have the right credits to graduate on time.
After a glance at the clock on the bedside table, I stretch with a contented groan, compliments of phenomenal orgasms.
Ben looks like he’s out. Well, except for that one part of him I’m dying to explore in more depth.
But he wanted to go for a run. With training camp around the corner, it’s probably a good idea for him to stay on track.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I murmur against his ear as I run my hand through his thick, messy hair. “Weren’t you guys gonna work out this morning?”
He growls and, next thing I know, I’m nestled underneath him.
“You smell so good,” he says as he nips my ear.
I let him settle between my legs as I continue to play with his hair. “You told me that before. Do you remember?”
He continues nuzzling my neck. “No. When did I say that?”
I roll my eyes. “Do you go around telling a lot of girls they smell good?” I tease.
“Not that I recall,” he says in between nibbles on my skin.
“Your game against UT last winter. When you picked me up and spun me around.”
He leans back and gives me a look. “That was you.”
I laugh because I can’t tell if he’s asking me or telling me. “Yeah. That was me.”
“I remember.” He smiles like this is a big deal and resumes his exploration of my neck.
Did I say Ben wasn’t weird? I take that back. He’s a little strange. But I like it.
As he palms my boob, I clamp my hand on his wrist. “No, you wanted to work out early before we went horseback riding.”
Arching over me again, he frowns. “Really? No titty?”
“No titty. Get your ass out of bed. Let’s go. Were you and the guys going for a run?”
“Not sure, slavedriver.” He smooches me on the lips, hops out of bed bare-ass naked, gives his boner a good tug, and reaches for his duffle bag.
Holy shit, he’s a fine-looking man. No wonder I crushed on him hard freshman year.
He’s lean and muscular. Like a statue of a Greek god. You know, if those statues had enormous dicks.
He runs his hand through his messy hair, but his bedhead only makes him more attractive. He’s all high cheekbones and full lips.
On a mouth that gave my body a very thorough inspection last night.
I shake my head because my thoughts are out of control.
“Do you ever do any yoga?” I wander over to my small suitcase, grab some workout clothes, and pull on some undies and shorts.
“This isn’t fair at all.”
I turn as I tug on a sports bra and find him paused with his shirt halfway on. His head has poked through the hole, but his hands are braced on his hips.
“What?” I try to ignore the way his wood is trying to bust loose from his compression shorts.
“What do you mean, what? How am I supposed to get rid of this”—he waves at his erection—“when you’re all, you know, nipply?”
“Nipply?” I laugh and adjust my bra. “You’ve already seen everything.” Licked them, bitten them, and sucked them too for that matter.
“Not first thing in the morning. Plus, we’re on vacation. These are two new scenarios.”
“Aww, poor baby. Do you need some vacation titty?” I trot over to him and leap into his arms. “Let’s work out first, because you need to stay in shape so you can kick ass this fall. Then we can sneak away for a nooner.”
“I love how you think.” He grabs my ass in both hands as he kisses me. I’m not sure how long we stand there making out, but I’m panting by the time I slide down his body.
“No more kissing or we’ll end up banging against the wall.”
His eyes darken. “And the problem with that would be?”
God, he’s tempting. I trail my finger over his plump bottom lip. “I don’t want to be responsible for you not doing well this year.”
His brow furrows, and he blows out a breath. “Yeah. Okay. We’ll work out.”
Silently, he tugs on a pair of loose shorts over the compression pair to mask that monster.
I’m almost sad he gave in, but then he slings his arm over my shoulders as we head to the living room and whispers, “Thanks for keeping me on track. I need that in my life. You’re the best, sunshine.”
Delighted, I squeeze him tight.
I can do that, keep him on track.
That’s the crazy thing. I’m great at helping other people keep their shit together, but suck when it comes to my own life sometimes.
I’m busy giving him a goofy grin when he stops suddenly. I turn toward everyone in the living room, where a pissed-off Janelle is bouncing Lily. Johnny makes a face behind her and heads into the kitchen, where he and Olly are making some green drink concoction with Amelia.