"I think most fathers would," I agree, laughing.
Parker grins at me and holds out my book. "Don’t sweat it. You left this inside. Have a good night."
"Oh! Thank you! I can’t believe I forgot that!" I give her a big hug before Ben and I head to the SUV. I’ve adjusted to the beast even though I tried to talk Ben into getting another Jaguar or something he would enjoy driving more. He adamantly refused, repeating that my safety was his top priority and, when he gave me that devilish grin with the dimples, I couldn’t argue with his reasoning. I’ve been driving my Jeep but pretty soon I’ll need something with a real back seat.
I give Ben a sly look and fiddle with my engagement ring. The diamond glints in the lights of the other headlights. The emeralds circling it look inky in this light but, as Ben points out, they match my eyes perfectly under sunlight. The ring is stupid big but I love it. No one would look at it and wonder if I’m single. Ben is progressive in so many ways but when he lays claim to me, he does it right. I squirm in my seat and lick my lips at the thought. Jesus, I can’t wait to get home.
Ben gives me the side eye, lifting his eyebrow and grinning in a knowing way. "You okay over there, Princess?"
"Yes," I huff. "We live too far from downtown."
Ben gives me that cocky smile and slides his hand up my jean-clad thigh. The warm weight of it would be torture enough, but he gives my leg a squeeze before inching his hand between my legs, rubbing the seam. The rasping of the denim against my wet panties sets heat coursing through my body and my clit throbbing.
"Fuck," his voice rumbles through me. "You’re so wet I can feel it through your jeans." My breath escapes on a moan and my hips roll against his hand. God, it feels so good. I want to rip my clothes off and ride his fingers. I reach for his lap, desperate to wrap my hand around his hard cock but he removes his hand, catching my wrist.
"No distracting the driver." His voice is low and even though he sounds like he’s under control, the ticking muscle in his jaw gives him away. It only does that when he’s furious or wildly turned on, and I know he’s not angry. I smirk to myself as he releases my wrist and turns onto the long quiet street that leads to our rental. My hormones are raging but I still should have known that wouldn’t work. Ben is nothing if not a stickler for my safety. Even so, I can’t help teasing him. I lean my head back against the headrest and look at Ben as I run my hand up my leg. Slowly, I stroke my fingers over my thigh and up my stomach to cup my breast.
My fiancé eyes me darkly, his gaze darting between the road and my fingers as they dip into the front of my shirt. Ben shifts in his seat and growls under his breath as he pulls into the driveway. He brakes a little too hard, throwing the SUV into park. Ben cups the back of my neck and pulls me close. His eyes are fiery with lust and an absolutely filthy smirk pulls at the corner of his lips. That look is enough to tighten my nipples to aching peaks, my body electric with anticipation.
"Out, Princess," he growls.
I quirk an eyebrow and give him a teasing smile as I quip, "Yes, sir!"
Ben kisses me hard, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, claiming me with his passion. I grip his shirt, pulling him closer. His fingers work swiftly, unlatching my seatbelt and pushing it aside. He leans across my body, his chest scraping my sensitive nipples through layers of cursed clothing and I gasp against his lips as he throws my door open.
"Out." He sounds gruff but the wink he gives me is everything.
Ben is already halfway around the back when my feet hit the gravel drive and he’s on me, his warm body caging me in. I lean back against the Mercedes, my hips pressed against the hard heat of his erection. Ben wastes no time going for the button on my jeans, yanking them to my ankles. He whips my shirt off over my head, dropping it to the ground as he draws my nipple into his mouth through the thin lace of my bra. I arch and moan into his hot mouth, arousal washing over me, blocking out everything except for his tongue and his fingers dipping to my core.
Ben’s finger teases my clit with light taps before sliding lower and slipping through the wet arousal coating me. His moan vibrates through my nipple, electric need shooting straight to my clit. Ben plunges two fingers inside me, stroking and pressing the little bundle of nerves in exactly the right way. My legs shake, trapped by jeans as I reach for release. I’ve been dying for this, for Ben and his touch, for hours. My body needs it so badly, but he stops short and I cry out in frustration.
"Dammit, Ben!"
He grins like a sexy villain before picking me up and spinning me around. My hands hit the cold metal and glass of the car as he flicks the catch on my bra. My nipples, damp from his mouth, hit the cool night air, tightening to almost painful points. I arch my back as Ben grips my hip, holding me in place as he rubs the thick head of his cock against the slick lips of my pussy, grazing my clit and making me cry out.
He leans over me, the warmth of his chest covering my bare back and pressing my aching nipples to the unforgiving side of the Mercedes.
"I shouldn’t reward your teasing, but your pussy is so wet. Tell me you’re aching for it," he whispers gruffly into my ear. "Tell me you need this cock."
God, I love when he gets like this. "I’m aching for it," I moan, pressing my ass back to feel his heat at my core. "I’m so empty. I need you to fill my pussy up. I need your cock. Please fill me up."
Ben surges into me, impaling me bare. I gasp in pleasure, full to overflowing. He pulls back, thrusting into me over and over. The swell of his head rubs my G-spot with every roll of retreating pressure and answering plunge. His fingers grip the dip of my waist with one hand, the other reaching around to stroke me. His fingers glide through my juices, collecting the moisture and sliding along the side of my clit until I’m a panting, whimpering mess. My body is throbbing with my heartbeat, my need hovering, threatening to boil over until Ben grips my hair, pulling so he can see my face.
His deep eyes focus on mine and he growls out the words I love. "Come for me, Princess. I wanna feel it. I need to feel that tight pussy come."
I combust, tendrils of pleasure shooting through every nerve of my body as he groans into my ear. His fingers flex against me as his body jerks over mine, his release a frantic eruption.
He holds my trembling body as we both try to find our muscles.
"Thank god we don’t have neighbors," I laugh into the night air. Ben kisses the top of my head, chuckling as he straightens up, sliding out of me with a little moan. We’ve been skipping birth control ever since we got engaged and I shamelessly love the feel of him bare. We both want kids and don’t want to wait. We haven’t been trying for a baby exactly, but we made the conscious decision to stop using birth control. The wildly uninhibited sex is a happy side effect.
"I’ll keep us neighborless, even if I have to buy the entire valley," he promises. I bend down to pull up my jeans and snatch my shirt off the ground, making Ben groan at the view.
"You didn’t get enough?" I giggle as I pull my jeans up and button them, euphoric after that orgasm. I turn to face him, still topless as I look for my bra.
"Never," Ben grins, all dimples as he pulls me to his chest. He cops a feel, playfully squeezing my breast. "Jesus, have your boobs gotten bigger?" he teases.
"You know, I think they have," I tell him with a grin. I’ve been waiting all night to tell him, and I can’t hold back my glee any longer. I was trying to think of a clever way to do it, but this is close enough. He cocks his head to the side, his eyebrows drawn together. I can practically watch his brain spin as he thinks. His fingertips graze my belly button.