"I've thought about the way you taste since I met you that night."
I keep my eyes closed. I know that I should be telling him that I can't do this. I know that since I've learned that he's Noah's brother that virtually everything I thought about him has changed, but in this one solitary instant in time, I don't want to carry any knowledge of his connection to Noah. I want to forget it. I want to just be Kayla and I want him to just be Ben.
"Open your eyes, Kayla." His lips feather soft over my cheek. "Let me see your beautiful blue eyes."
I lift my eyelids to peer directly into his intense brown eyes. "What time is it?"
"It's after noon." His hand grazes over my breast to my stomach. "You've been asleep for hours."
"My boss." I'm not panicked. He promised he'd call her after I gave him the number last night.
"Vivian." His tongue darts out to trace a path over my bottom lip. "I spoke to her. I explained what happened. You have tomorrow off too."
I'm grateful. I shouldn't be. It's essentially his fault that I smashed my head into the sidewalk. His jealous lover decided to confront us on that street when I lost my footing. "I need to go home now."
"Soon." His hand inches lower, skirting over the top of my panties. "I'll take you there soon."
I nod and close my eyes briefly, letting a slow puff of air escape my lips. "We need to talk about…"
The words are lost within his kiss. His lips are aggressive and smooth as they claim mine. His tongue pushes into my mouth, parting my lips slightly to give it better access. He's as skilled at kissing as he is at fucking.
His hand pushes my panties down slowly, inching them down my long, slim legs. "You're wet for me. You've been wet since I kissed you on the street last night."
The image of that moment floats back into my mind. He promised me one last night in his bed. I wanted it then. So much has changed since then but not my desire for him.
He shifts his body suddenly until he's hovering above me. I look up into his face. I see only small glimpses of Noah there now. I see more of Ben. They're not identical. His jaw is softer than Noah's, his nose broader. Their eyes are the same though. I see the same tortured past in Ben's gaze that I see when I study Noah.
He lowers his head to my breast, pulling my nipple between his teeth. I moan automatically from the touch. His mouth jumps to my stomach as he pulls back his tall frame.
"You're ready for me." His lips touch my smooth folds. "Your cunt is so perfect. It's so wet."
I don't resist as he pulls my legs over his shoulders, his face diving into me. I lean back, my hands gripping the sheets on the bed as his tongue hones in on my clit, circling it with just the right amount of pressure. I close my eyes, riding the unending wave of pleasure that he's giving to me. His tongue pulls me close to the edge, before I settle back down, nearing the brink but not crossing over.
"I want to come," I whimper the words. "I need to."
"You will." He pulls back slightly, pushing a mouthful of air onto my aching clitoris. "You're so swollen, Kayla. You're so close."
My hips buck off the bed, my body in search of his mouth. "Lick it, Ben," I say his name in a heated rush. "Lick it."
&
nbsp; "I'll make you come all over my face." He laps at me hungrily, pulling me closer to the orgasm I so desperately need.
"Like that," I call out. "God, yes, like that."
He doesn't stop when I push him away as the pleasure washes through me. He doesn't give in to my insistent pleas to stop after I crash back down. He licks, tempts and pulls another climax from within me before he finally stops, resting his head against my breasts.
"I wish I could fuck you right now." His breath whispers across my chilled skin. "I want so badly to feel your cunt around me."
I want that too. I stroke my hand through his hair. "Fuck me," I mutter into the quiet room. "I want it."
He crawls up my body, his long, hard cock rubbing along my leg as he pulls himself up. "I don't have any condoms in my apartment. I don't fuck women here."
Any disappointment I may have felt at the loss of the promise of his cock inside of me is replaced by the quiet satisfaction in knowing that women don't find comfort here. They don't wrap themselves around him while he sleeps. He keeps this part of his life separate and removed from what he does in that small, cramped hotel room.
I don't care that I landed here because I was hurt and the intuitive parts of him that were born to heal want to care for me. I don't care that he sacrificed his sanctuary to keep Noah from finding out about us. I don't care that everything about his life has overlapped and pierced mine.
My hand drops to his thigh, fishing forward searching for his cock. "I can suck you off." The words sound dirty and needy. My breath is still staggered from the high he took me to.