Now, if I can only work up the nerve to seduce that girl again…
Chapter Six
Sam
Ben is up to something. I can tell by the way he keeps glancing at me sideways and staring at my breasts when he thinks I'm not looking. Does he want to have sex again? I'd love to do that, and go all the way this time, but I didn't think about buying condoms back in the Discount Depot. I shouldn't want to get naked with him since we just met and I don't do casual hookups.
Until last night. Something about Ben turns me into a sex-crazed lunatic. In my experience, sweet and sexy is the hottest combination. Every time Ben smiles at me, I want to melt into a puddle at his feet. But when he leans in to whisper in my ear, I swear I go weak in the knees. It's crazy. Nobody actually gets weak in the knees from desire.
But I do. With him.
The things he whispers aren't dirty either. He tells me how much he wants to try New England cuisine and that he'd love to return the favor and show me his home in England. Of course, every time he says the name Cockshire, I want to laugh and then mount him like a wild thing.
We eat lunch at the Crab Cottage, which has good food that's not super fancy. Ben lights up when he sees the decor—semi-cheesy nautical knickknacks. We wind up sitting at a table situated right under a large fish mounted on a wood plaque. I have no idea what kind of fish that is, so when Ben asks me about that, I can't resist having a little fun with him.
"It's an abyssal carp," I say in my best deadpan. "Better not get too close. They're carnivorous and have been known to revive from death, even after being stuffed and mounted, to latch on to an unsuspecting tourist's throat."
Ben folds his arms over his chest and leans back, eying me with a slight smirk. "Hmm, I think you're having me on."
"You're confused. I had you last night."
"True. But having me on means you're teasing me again."
"It's completely your fault that I keep teasing you."
His smirk slides into a playful smile. "How is it my fault?"
"Because you're so damn cute and sexy. I have to poke fun at you because if I don't, we'll wind up naked on the floor in this restaurant."
"Is public nudity not illegal in America?"
"Probably is. But I'm sure public sex is."
His gaze falls to my chest, and his tongue slides across his bottom lip. "I bought condoms."
I freeze. Yeah, that statement came completely out of the blue. Well, maybe not completely. I did just suggest I want to screw him on the floor right next to our table. Ben Montague turns me into a lunatic.
He bought condoms. That means… Oh, I am in so much trouble.
Suddenly, I feel warm and tingly in ways that are not appropriate in public.
"I know I shouldn't," Ben says, his voice deeper and huskier, "but I want you, Sam. Want you like mad."
My mouth opens, but before I can speak, the waitress arrives with our food. Saved by crab cakes and cod fillets. Well, I'm saved until the waitress leaves and he speaks again.
Ben leans forward and murmurs in that husky tone, "I need to shag you right now, Samantha."
My pulse revs into overdrive, and I'm so wet and tingly between my thighs that I have trouble catching my breath. Maybe if he hadn't spoken my full name, I could resist this insane and inappropriate lust. But he did say it. And I need to shaghimright now too.
"We can't have sex in a restaurant," I say, though my breathless tone doesn't sound at all convincing.
"No one can see us here, in this secluded corner."
And we're sitting in a semicircular booth. I could slide across the vinyl, climb onto his lap, and…
I've lost my mind, for sure. But I don't care anymore. What has being a good girl gotten me? Cheated on, taken for granted, dumped again and again. Men can be such dicks. But this man is fun and sweet, and he'll be leaving as soon as the roads are clear. That means I can do something wild with him and no one will ever know. I won't see him again. Whatever we do together will stay a secret between us.
Or maybe I'm rationalizing my desperate need to screw Ben's brains out.