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Ben takes my hand and leads me out to his beaut of a car. Before opening the door for me, like a perfect gentleman, he scoops me up into his arms, dips me and plants one hell of a hot kiss on me. The Seattle air is cold and crisp, but I don't even notice because I am on fire. When he releases me, I stumble back a little. Damn knees. He takes my hand and leads me into the car. "Your place or mine?"

"Yours." And with that we are off into the city, streamlining to his penthouse studio.

On the way back to Ben's place I am trying my damnedest to really figure out how I feel. How my body reacts to Ben, how my thoughts fill with dirty little visuals, but mostly how my heart swells when he looks at me and when he is so sweet and honest. He's protective and I need that in a man right now. But at the same time I am terrified that if I do sleep with him, and I just might tonight, that he will break my heart. Ben doesn't fuck a girl twice. Am I ready to let my walls fall down for him? And if I were to walk away, will I always wonder
what if?

In the elevator, he rushes me to the back of the cart. Hands, mouths and tongues all over. Holy mother… I am ruined. I am going to sleep with Ben Mitchell tonight. It's a risk I am willing to take, because frankly I don't know if I will ever feel so passionately about another man.

The elevator doors open to his private hall. He has me walk ahead and he strides in behind me. He is right on my backside, curving with my body, kissing my neck. I can feel his erection at my back, turning me on more. I reach back and grab the growing bulge in his pants, and he moans. We somehow get inside and I turn and walk backwards into his kitchen, never taking my eyes off of him. He looks at me like I am prey and he is the predator ready to pounce. He starts to walk towards me, but I continue my backwards walk down the small hallway leading to his room. He grins that sexy smile.

I hold a hand up before my back hits the closed bedroom door.

"I need to ask you one question and you better fucking answer it honestly, and I'll know if you are lying."

He raises his right hand. "I swear."

"If I were to allow you to fuck me tonight, would you never do it again? Would you ask me to leave and never call you again?" I can hear the panic and sadness in my own voice. My hands start to tremble.

He places both hands gently on the sides of my cheeks and looks from my mouth to my eyes. "First. Tess, I don't plan to 'fuck' you tonight."

Oh. Well that's disappointing…

I look up to the ceiling, trying to fight back my tears. I knew he would change his mind. I am nothing like his past conquests. I am at least eight inches shorter, I have shorter hair and I wear glasses on most days. What would a man like Ben Mitchell want with a girl like me?

"Hey," he draws my attention back to his eyes, which are soft not mean like I was expecting. "Tess, like I said I am not going to 'fuck' you tonight, because I want to make love to you tonight." He says this in an almost whisper.

His mouth is on mine instantly, soft, gentle and loving. My heart isn't fighting any more right now, but absorbing every touch, smell and taste of this glorious man. I feel nervous of course, but not in the sense of it probably hurting a little, but that after tonight he will own me. Just like he said he wanted to.

We make our way into his room; he has the lights on a dimmer and keeps them lowered, comfortable. He sets me on the bed and kneels at my feet and unbuckles my heels. He slowly glides his hands up the outside of my legs. He unbuttons my shorts and pulls them and my stockings down in one slow agonizing motion. I am left sitting in my black lace thong, which I never wore before, and my royal blue top. I get up on my knees, while on the bed. We are chest to chest. I fist the hem of his shirt and bring it up to his shoulders, where he has to bend slightly, allowing me to finish the job. I throw it to the floor and now it's my turn to take his pants off. In his boxers, he grips my hips and rolls his hips into mine. I let out a low what sounds like a purr.
I had no idea I was capable of that…

I step off of the bed to stand in front of him. His mouth is on my neck sucking and nibbling and then he whips my shirt right off. He steps back, a little too far for my taste, but stops three feet away. He looks from my feet to hips, belly and my black lace bra, and finally my eyes. And I can't take it anymore. I rush him. Full-on body slam. I stand on my tiptoes to meet his mouth. He doesn't resist me when I flick my tongue at his parting lips, but reciprocates with much-wanted force. He reaches around my back and undoes my bra, freeing my breasts. He lets it drop and he brings his mouth to one nipple and sucks. I grab the back of his head and walk backwards for the bed.

I lay back as softly and gracefully as I can, but poise is not my strong suit, and I fall over like a limp noodle. So not sexy. Ben lets out a soft quick laugh, and brings my knees up into a bend.

"I am going to assume you're not on the pill, seeing as you have had no reason to be." I don't know if he's asking or stating.

I blush and shake my head no.

"I don't normally keep condoms here, seeing as I have never had a girl here before, but I thought ahead in hopes this day would come and I stopped at the store before picking you up. Hold on." He hops off the bed and runs to the kitchen. Then the soft pads of his feet come thumping back into the room with a box in hand. He rips it open. Fast.

He resumes his position between my legs and brings his mouth to my belly. He kisses and sucks his way over every inch and nips at my left hip. I am so wound up that if he doesn't do something quick I am going to unravel before we get to the good stuff. He slips his hands under the waistband of my thong and instead of pulling them off, he rips them off.
Oh, all that is holy and fucking sexy.

I slip my hand into the pocket of his shorts. Feeling how hard he is for me makes me want him that much more. To know that I do this to him is mind-blowing. He lets out a deep, low, animalistic growl and yanks down his boxers.

"Are you sure you're ready, Tess?"

"I have waited long enough. I am more than ready, but with you and only you." With my last words, he moans.

Kneeling before me, he strokes himself for a second before slipping on the condom. Oh screw me now, that is effing hot. He licks his lips in that little act of pleasure.

Lowering over me, he kisses me softly and I can feel him start to part my folds with his tip. Without thinking I instinctively raise my hips to meet his and his breath shakes when his tip slips into my moist flesh. Ooh. This is different.

"Slow, baby," he pleads. He slowly enters me. Filling me as slowly as possible, giving me a chance to adapt to his size. It pinches and stings for a short time, but it feels good. So good and so right. He never breaks eye contact with me. It's like he's trying to say something with his eyes, but I can't make it out. I start to become comfortable and I begin to move with him, in and out. Nice and slow. Raising and lowering my hips. I catch his eyes roll to the back of his head when I circle my hips, playing around with how it all feels.

"God, you're so tight," he groans. He begins to move a little faster. I can feel myself start to build. The depths of my belly and my core tremble and clench. I know I am close.

He growls. "Tess! Fuuu..." and with that I come. Hard, all around him. I feel my knees tighten around his hips.

I throw my head back. "Ben!" With that, he thrusts into me hard and his body ripples with his own release.

He stays inside of me for a few moments and we just stare at one another, me in amazement and awe, him I hope the same. He leans down and gives me the most gentle of kisses and slowly pulls out. I wince a little in discomfort.

"How was that?" I can't tell if he's being cocky or sincere.

All I can conjure up is a very, VERY satisfied sigh. He kisses my mouth and chuckles.

I wake up with the sun flooding the room with light. And the heat of Ben's long lean hot body coiled up into mine. Nine a.m. I have the perfect view of the fine tattoo work running from his chest and shoulder, down his arm. The black and gray work is crazy and the largest image looks like a stone angel, with the same black and gray work roses and smoke swirls. I can't help but trace the lines of his tattoos, and he stirs awake.

"Good morning, beautiful." His voice is sexy and sleepy.

Yum.

I give him a half smile. "Good morning yourself." I nudge my hips to his growing arousal.

Ben shrugs. "What? It's the morning and I have you in my bed. What would you expect?"

"An excuse to get me out the door, honestly," I admit.

"I told you. I am not letting you go."

I try to break the tension. "Well, how about letting me go, so I can get in a hot shower before you take me home?" I start to make my escape but feel his strong arms reach around my waist and pull me back down. All I can do is giggle.

"I like that sound," he says, nuzzling into my ear, sending shivers down my spine as I head for the shower. Ben, quickly at my heels, turns on the water and steam fills the all-white marble bathroom. We step in.

I still don't get it. I just don't know what he sees in me and I don't know if I ever will. I will just have to wait for him to get bored and to move on to the next girl that catches his eye. He will sleep with someone else while he's still with me. That's what men do, right? They say they are there for you and the next, they're gone. Or they don't get what they want, and with that thought, I shiver and my stomach churns. There is nothing I can do about Ben's past or his future endeavors, but I know I won't be his last.

"Hey." He breaks my depressing thoughts. "Where did you go?"

I just shrug and move my body into his. He squeezes silky body wash onto a loofa and starts to wash my back. Oh, this is heavenly. He massages my neck, and shoulders, and works his way down my back. And lower. He slips his fingers between my folds and rubs my mound, slowly, softly and he gradually begins to pick up pace. He slips one finger inside of me. I start to move my hips; this man makes me lose all control over my body. He can have it, it's his, and if he can do this to me in a few movements, my body is his for the taking.

I boldly reach back and grasp his rock-hard length
god I love how I have this effect on him…
A groan escapes him and his pace quickens, and so does mine. This is so animalistic, pleasing one another without even looking at each other. With his other hand, he reaches up to my breasts and rolls my nipple with his thumb and forefinger. I whimper under his touch, and he removed his fingers from inside me and presses down on my back, making me lose my grasp on him. He bends me over.

"Hands on the wall," he urges me, and I do what I am told. Holy hell, this is hot. "Hold on a second. Don't move," and he's out of the shower. He's back in a few moments, wearing a condom. I bite my lip in anticipation.

"This is going to be deeper this time," he tells me. Not knowing what to say or think, I nod. And then he thrusts hard and fast into me. Oh. My. God! I let out a scream, but not in pain but pure pleasure.

"Let it out, baby, I want to hear you. Don't hold back." He sounds demanding. So I let go, moaning and screaming with each thrust. His moans get deeper as he gets faster.

"Tess…fuck," he growls, and as he does, I let go. I scream his name and as my body convulses in his shower. The steam and the smell of him, the sound of him saying my name, just sends me through the roof.

After we start to come down, he turns me around and looks me in the eyes. He is breathing heavy and sporadically, just like me.

"I have never felt like this before. There is something you do to me, Tess. I can't get enough…obviously." He presses his forehead to mine and rests his eyes shut for a short moment.

I smile like a schoolgirl, and tip my head up and kiss him. He then steps out of the shower and grabs a large towel off the rack and wraps it around me as I step out.

"Thank you," I say with a smile.
And not just for the towel.

While dressing, which by the way he had my clothes dry cleaned at some point since last night. I decide to ask him a question that's been on my mind.

"I was peeking at your amazing tattoo work this morning while you were sleeping," I begin.

"Which, by the way, I see that you have none," he says. This is true. I have wanted to get a tattoo since I was eighteen.

"I want one. I just want it to mean something."

"I think you'd look pretty hot with some ink."

"One day. So what's the meaning of yours?" I ask.

He is fetching a pair of his glorious fitted boxer briefs, when he stops and looks at his shoulder. I catch a soft warm smile crossing his face.

"It's for my mum," he answers.

I walk over to him and place my hands gently on his chest, running my fingertips over the stone angel. "I think it is beautiful." I kiss his chest and I can feel him take in a deep breath of air.

"Thank you. She was an amazing woman."

"Come to dinner with me to my family's house tonight?" he asks me. Whoa, meeting the family? I don't think so.