Outside the Lines (Rebel Hearts #1) (11 page)

His fingers press into my flesh and I’m suddenly so hot between my legs. I hook my arm around him and rest my head on his shoulder.
 

“Thanks,” he says when we get in the car. “I haven’t had fun like that in, fuck, too long.”
 

“You’re welcome,” I reply and more of Cameron’s words come back, worse than haunting. It’s full-on demonic possession and I’m internally panicking that this “fun date” has put me even more into the friend-zone. What was I thinking? I should have played off the smart, sexy girl Ben thinks I am instead of letting my inner dork come out and beat him badly in mini golf.
 

I bite my lip and pick my purse up from the floor of the car. On auto pilot, I grab my phone and see I have a missed call from my brother followed by two texts. I never replied to his question about having a plus (or minus) one for the wedding. I have another “good luck!” text from Erin that makes me smile. I love that girl. I put my phone down and fret over being labeled as one of the guys the rest of the way back to my house.

Ben glances at me from time to time, the happiness in his eyes turning to confusion by the time we pull into the driveway. I’m about to get out and walk myself up to the door, because at this point I’ve convinced myself nothing more is happening. I’m such a good self-cheerleader, I know.

Ben beats me to it. He cuts the engine and gets out, rushing around to get the door for me. He takes my hand and slowly laces our fingers.
 

“Do you want to come inside?” I ask. “I have wine.”
 

He pulls me to him and my body crushes against his. The heat is back between my legs and my body longs to feel more. “Yeah, I want to come inside.”
 

“Good,” I blurt.

He chuckles. “You sound surprised.”
 

“No, I’m not, I’m just, uh, uh, glad because I want you to come in too in case, uh, in case you want to, and we, uh, can play games or something,” I stammer and my cheeks are suddenly as hot as my lady bits.
 

But not in a good way.
 

Thank the fucking lord it’s too dark out here to see the blushing. I need to learn to stop talking. Seriously. I say the dumbest things when I’m nervous. Ben’s fingers inch along my back, until the tips are just under the waist of my jeans.
 

“I’d like to play games with you,” he tells me, voice deep and commanding. My head goes up on its own accord, and his lips are just inches from mine. He moves a hand up, cupping my cheek, then brings me to him as he parts his lips.
 

I’m suddenly nervous and forget how to kiss. Do I close my eyes? Open my mouth now or later? And my hands? What the fuck do I do with my hands?
 

His soft, full lips crash against mine and everything falls into place.
 

I hold onto his waist, sliding my hands up his back. His tongue opens my mouth and slips inside, causing my knees to weaken as I hold tighter to him. The kiss intensifies and he pushes me against the car before finally breaking away, tipping his head so his lips brush against my ear.
 

“You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to fuck you all night,” he whispers.
 

For once, I don’t speak, don’t say something to kill the mood. I put my hands on his face, turn his head back to mine, and kiss him again. I take his hand and lead him to the house, desperately feeling around in my oversized bag for my house keys.
 

Bugs swarm around the porch light. I swat them away and finally get the damn key. My hands are trembling as I push it into the lock. I turn the key, madly opening the door. We step inside and I throw my purse onto the ground. Ser Pounce hisses at Ben from the couch.
 

That’s right. Be jealous. Someone else is sleeping in my bed tonight. Maybe. Probably? We’ll end up in bed, I’m sure. But I don’t think much sleeping is going to happen.
 

The heat of the moment has cooled down a bit. I swallow, take my shoes off, and look at Ben with wide eyes, not sure what to do now. He steps out of his shoes and reaches for me, hands sliding around my waist and under my shirt.
 

My heart lurches in my chest. He draws me in until my breasts smash into his firm chest. He’s looking right into my eyes, confident, calm, so damn sure of himself and what he’s going to do next.
 

He brushes my hair back and kisses me softly, pulling back and moving his lips to my neck. A shiver runs through me, and I’m so fucking wet. I want him now. Like
now
now.

My breath leaves me and he takes a step forward, and now I’m pressed between Ben’s body and the wall. In the heels, I’m close to his height. Without them, I can feel his cock harden against my stomach.
 

He breaks away and rests his forehead against mine. “Want that glass of wine?” he asks.

I want a tall glass of you.

 
I nod, but don’t move. Ben is still holding me against the wall, after all. “If you do,” I pant. He grinds his hips into mine and sucks at the skin on my neck. I run my hands through his hair and gasp when his teeth clip me.
 

Fuck the wine. Actually, fuck Ben. That’s what I want to do. I want to fuck him. My hands drop to his waist and I’m untucking his shirt from his pants without really knowing what I’m doing. His mouth is on mine again and his hands go from my waist to my breasts.
 

I unbuckle his belt next and pull it through the loops, letting it fall to the floor. My hand finds its way to his thigh and runs up it, feeling his erection through his pants. His tongue pushes into mine and he can’t kiss me hard enough. I move my hands up to his chest and give him a gentle shove. He takes a step back, not letting me go, and stumbles over our discarded shoes. We take another step back then pause to grope each other.
 

“Wine?” I say between kisses.
 

“Later,” he growls. “I fucking want you.”
 

Holy shit. “Okay,” I say and am too swept up in the moment to get embarrassed. I take his hand and turn, leading him into my room. As soon as I’m through the door, Ben’s arms wrap around my waist. He lifts me up, and my legs go around him. He takes a few steps to the bed then tosses me down and advances, pinning me to the mattress with his body.

I’m so hot for him I can hardly stand it. He kisses me, slowly trailing his mouth down my neck, kissing my collarbone. He sits up just enough to grab the hem of my top. I push up and hold my arms above my head. He pulls it off and lets it drop on the floor next to us.
 

He looks at me, and all I can think is how I ate too much at dinner. Booze makes me bloat. These pants are too tight along my waist and my pushin’ for the cushin’ spills out too much. I should have worn the mother-effing Spanx.

He lets out a moan. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
 

I’m so glad I don’t have the stupid Spanx on. It’s awkward to take them off, anyway.
 

“You really think so?” I blurt and he nods. “Tell me again.”
 

His eyes glimmer and I realize he thinks I’m attempting to dirty talk and dominate, not seeking reassurance.
 

Desire burns in his eyes, and he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. “You’re a fucking knock-out.” He buries his head between my breasts, sucking and kissing. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with one hand, faster than I can unhook it myself and I wear the damn thing every day. Well, nearly every day.
 

I roll the straps down my arms. Ben moves it out of the way, grinding his cock into me as he gazes at my breasts. He groans and dives down, taking one in his mouth, tongue circling my erect nipple. I toss my head back and rake my fingers through his hair. I’ve never gotten off on nipple stimulation. Really, it did nothing for me.
 

Until now.
 

My whole body is alive, humming with pleasure of what’s to come. It’s going to be fucking epic, I know it.
 

I don’t even realize he’s unbuttoned my jeans until he starts to pull them down. I lift my hips to allow them to come free, bending my knees and pulling my legs out. The jeans join my shirt and bra on the floor.

I’m laying here in just dark-purple panties, and Ben is fully clothed. This isn’t right. I put my hands on the side of his face and gently push him off of me.
 

“Something’s wrong,” I say.
 

Is that disappointment that flashes through his eyes? “What’s wrong?”

“You still have your clothes on.”
 

The disappointment quickly transforms into lust, and he gives me that grin, the famous grin I’m now forever going to associate as the “I’m going to fuck your brains out and make it impossible for you to walk in the morning” grin. He sits up and unbuttons his shirt. I watch like he’s my own personal Magic Mike warming up before a show. Slowly, he peels his shirt back.

Holy sex on a stick.

Black tattoos cross his chest, going over his shoulders and down his biceps. It’s too dark to discern exactly what they are, but I’m able to make out a skull and a few Japanese characters. He’s muscular, with abs I’d lick chocolate—fuck, I’d even lick ranch dressing off those babies—and biceps too big for me to come close to wrapping my hands around.
 

My heart is pounding, blood rushing through me. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly before in my life. I lick my lips and unbutton his pants. The force of his erection pushes the zipper down, and the tip of his dick is sticking out the top of his black boxers. It’s glistening and wet and abso-fucking-lutely perfect. The only thing that could make it better is it being inside me.
 

He’s back on me, putting himself between my spread legs, kissing me like I’m the last woman on earth and his life depends on it. I’m so hot, so wound up that I feel like I might come just from him brushing against my clit through my panties.

He moves slightly to the side and hooks my leg over his, holding onto my thigh. We kiss for another moment and then he breaks away, moving down. His lips trail from my neck to my stomach. Holy fucking lord. He’s going to—

I cry out when his fingers sweep against me. The muscles in my thighs tighten when he pulls the panties off. I twist the comforter in my hands, opening my eyes to watch him go to town.
 

He moves slowly, knowing he’s a fucking tease. His hands slide under my thighs, spreading me and pulling me against him. His tongue lashes out against my clit, hard, then soft, then hard again.
 

Oh. My. God.
 

He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh, the same time he runs his fingernails along my stomach. It’s almost too much and we just fucking got started. I twist the blanket in my hands, not trusting myself not to grab his head and force him against me until I came. Twice. Three times, maybe.
 

He turns back, mouth against my core, and licks and sucks. My chest rises and falls and my mouth is open. I curl my legs around his shoulders, breath quickening even more. I’m so close.
 

Ben knows it, too, that fucker. He slows down, pulling back and only giving me soft, gentle kisses, making me arch my back so that my center stays in contact with his sweet, wonderful mouth and that oh-so talented tongue.
 

After a minute of torture, he goes back in full force, sliding a finger inside me. I moan out load, pleasure erupting. My abs tighten and I don’t breath as the orgasm rolls through me, ending with a shudder that leaves me quivering and pulsing against his mouth.
 

I’m panting, vision blacked out. He keeps his mouth on me, drawing it out, waiting until I stop floating in bliss to let me go. He wipes his mouth and moves back up. It takes all I have in me to reach down and grab his cock and guide him inside me. My fingertips feel all tingly from that strong orgasm.
 

Fuck, yes.
 

I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, pulling his wetness down and using it as I pump my hand. He moans and kisses my neck. I keep working my hand until I can bend my legs again. Then I flip him over, yanks his pants off, and start returning the favor.
 

Ben tangles his fingers in my hair, breathing heavily as I flick my tongue over the tip of his dick. He reaches for me, fingers stroking my clit, bringing me close to coming. Again.
 

When he’s close, he pulls me onto him, cock rubbing against me, then begrudgingly sits up to get a condom from the wallet in the pocket of his pants. I clench my jaw, impatiently watching him put it on. I wipe my face and quickly run my hands through my hair, hoping I still look as hot as I feel.
 

Ben drops the condom wrapper on the bed and is on top of me in an instant. I open my legs and bend my knees, urging him to me. He cradles my head in his hands, lowers his lips to mine, and kisses me as he slides inside.
 

His dick is large; I know that since I was just all up in its business, but I underestimated how big now that it’s inside me, thrusting, pulsing, pushing in and out. Ben’s holding himself up above me, muscles tight and bulging. I feel his biceps, imagining the tattoos beneath my fingers. I slit my eyes open just enough to get a look at his handsome face.
 

Arching my back allows his thick, wonderful, magic fuck-stick to hit my g-spot. I let out another moan as I come, holding him tighter. He moves his head down, nuzzling my breasts. I pick my head up and flick my tongue along his ear. Ben softly groans, and his movements quicken.
 

I nip at his earlobe with my teeth and he pushes into me as deep as he can, moaning as he finishes. He lowers himself, cock still pulsating inside me, and rests his head against mine. A few beats pass before he slowly slides out and rolls onto his side. His arms slip around my waist and he kisses the side of my neck.