The Stillness Of You (16 page)

She was wet
from the rain, her white tank top transparent so I had no problems
seeing the black bra she wore underneath it. Riding low on her hips
was a pale blue skirt and I don’t know if it was because it was
weighed down with water or if I was just fucking lucky, because a
lot of skin showed above it. And because it was short, those sexy
legs were bare from mid-thigh down.

Her hair
was wild, curling around her shoulders in long, dark, wet ropes,
and my gut tightened when she took a step forward. I was wound so
tight it felt like I was going to break apart, something I’d never
felt before, not like this. No fucking way.

And I was
hard. Instantly, painfully, hard. I wasn’t used to wanting
something and not getting it. And I hadn’t been laid in a few
weeks—not since I’d met Georgia—so the situation between my legs
was pretty damn intense.

I don’t
know what happened between us the day before but I sure as hell
didn’t believe she was fucking some guy named Seamus. Not anymore.
I’d stopped by Matt’s this morning hoping to see Georgia but she
was gone. She was already here.

And while Matt
tried like hell to get rid of his hookup, I’d grilled him about
this Seamus guy. Though he’d been vague, the one detail he was
willing to give up was that this guy was old—like in his
forties—and there was no way she was into him.

It had
been the best feeling in the world—knowing that—and then Matt had
gone quiet. He’d told me that if I hurt her he would break my
fucking legs.

Hurt her? I
wanted to do a lot of things to Georgia King and hurting wasn’t
even close to any one of them.

I wanted
her. I wanted to make her scream my name while I was inside her. I
wanted to look into her eyes while she came and know that it was
because of me. I wanted to touch her face. Steal her kisses and
share her breath.

She was turning
me inside out and I was fucking done.

I stepped off
the deck and put one foot in front of the other until I was inches
from her. Until I could smell the summer that clung to her skin and
see the raindrops on the edges of her eyelashes.

Her eyes
were almost opaque, the hint of green so light they looked like
mirrors. I could fall into them if I wasn’t careful. Her lips
trembled and her chest heaved. A smudge of brown paint marred her
cheek and she froze when I reached for it.

I
froze when I touched her.

She was
the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. Hands down.

Slowly, I
wiped the paint off her face and then both of my hands crept into
her hair, holding her hostage as my eyes memorized everything about
her. Her eyes fluttered shut and she leaned into my touch, moaning
softly.

I was done for.
Totally fucking wrecked and I’d barely begun.

I bent forward
bypassing that amazing mouth, my lips caressing along her jaw until
I rested against her neck, just below her ear, and whispered.

“I’m sorry I
was such an asshole yesterday.”

She
shuddered in my hands and pitched forward, her forehead on my
chest. “Where were you last night?” Her words were hesitant and I
stilled, a little confused and not really sure where she was
headed.

“I was
here.”

“Were you
alone?”

What the
hell?

I moved
and lifted her chin so that I could see her. So that she could see
me and know I wasn’t fucking around.

“
What do
you want to know, Georgia? Just ask. I’ve got nothing to
hide.”

She blinked
slowly as if thinking of the right words and then with a small
breath she spoke. “Your truck wasn’t here this morning and I
thought…” She paused, her eyes widening, her mouth open. “I thought
you might have spent the night with someone. I know what it’s like
for you guys, girls are all over you and I…we haven’t…”

I knew
that I was in serious shit because I cared what she thought. I
cared that she was upset at the thought of me with someone else.
Hell, I liked it. It meant that we were even. The thought of her
with Seamus had nearly driven me over the edge but at least I
hadn’t suffered alone.

“
I drove
to Philly this morning but I guess we just missed each other. I’ve
been back for a while, holed up in the house thinking about you.
Wanting to give you some space and going crazy.”

My hands
slipped behind her head again and I reached for her, my lips
grazing the corner of her mouth. “Don’t you know the only girl I
want to be with is you? I haven’t even looked at anyone else since
I walked into your brother’s loft.” I nuzzled her neck. “Damn, you
in those fucking panties have kept me up way too many
nights.”

My hands were
now rolling down her back and I cupped that sweet ass, pulling her
in as tight as I could so that there was no way she could miss how
badly I wanted her.

“There’s only
you, Georgia.”

She made this
noise—one that drove me crazy and then her arms snaked up my
shoulders, her fingers digging in hard as her mouth kissed
butterflies along my neck until we met in the middle.

She opened
beneath me and I kissed her hard, my tongue delving deep as if
claiming every inch of her was important. I wanted to go slow and
tender but there was no way that was happening. I was barely
holding on. She kept making those noises—those crazy fucking noises
that went straight to my dick—and with my hand still on her ass, I
kissed her like I’d never kissed a woman before. This was no soft
and gentle taste. I was too far gone for that and when she bit my
bottom lip, whimpering, I knew she was too.

Her body was
flush to mine and when she squirmed against me, my insides nearly
fucking exploded.

“
Ben,”
she whispered hoarsely, breaking the kiss and staring up into my
eyes.

The rain
still fell, soft drops that slid down her face, rolling across skin
and dampening an already see-through tank top.

I held
her gaze, mesmerized at the sight of her pink tongue against her
teeth. When I bent forward, she inhaled sharply, and with my eyes
still on hers, I caressed her hard nipples and then followed my
fingers with my mouth, closing hard over one hard nub.

“Ben, that’s
so…so good,” she said on a groan.

I was breathing
heavy and for a moment we just stared at each other, knowing we’d
crossed a line somewhere and not giving a shit.

“
I want
you,” I said, barely able to get the words out. “I want you right
now. Right here. But I won’t…” God I was coming apart, my body so
tight and hard it felt like I was gonna rip wide open. I pushed
away, shaking my head in an effort to get it together. “Even though
it’s killing me I don’t want to push you, not if you’re not ready.
I can wait.”

I think I can do this. I can wait
.

Georgia’s
hands crept down, her fingers rolling beneath the edge of her tank
top.
I took another step
back, exhaling roughly and running my hands through my wet hair,
not really sure what was happening.

Those big,
expressive eyes of hers were latched onto me with an intensity that
set my world on fire.

“Ben, I’ve been
waiting for you since before we met.” With one quick movement she
pulled her top over her head and tossed it to the ground.

“Shit,” I
whispered roughly.

“I’m done
waiting,” she said simply and then she undid her bra and it let it
fall away from her.

For one
red hot moment I didn’t know if I was coming or going. I didn’t
know if this was real or fantasy—hell, I’d been dreaming about her
for days. Her nipples were hard, her breasts perfect and
soft.

“Touch me,
Ben.”

She
didn’t have to ask twice. I reached for her and wound my hand into
that mess of hair, sliding my mouth across hers, my tongue seeking
hers, dancing with hers while my other hand rested on the tips of
her perfect breasts.

She pushed into
me and I kissed my way along her neck, trailing a line all the way
down until I licked and suckled her nipple.

Her hands
were in my hair, her fingers sharp along my skull, but she made
that fucking throaty sound again and I growled against her wanting
more. My hands slipped down her waist and I hooked into her skirt.
With one strong pull it was around her feet and she stood before me
in nothing but a pair of the sexiest pale blue panties I’d ever
seen.

I could barely
breathe at this point and hiked her legs around my waist, grunting
in pleasure—or maybe pain—when she hooked them around me, her hot
crotch pushed against my erection. I pulled her in, her breasts
flush to my chest and her mouth on mine.

I don’t
know how long we kissed. It could have been a few seconds or a few
minutes. All I knew when the fog in my head finally cleared was
that I needed to get Georgia into my bedroom and fast.

I carried her
through the rain and into my house, not stopping until we were in
my bedroom.

Until she
was on my bed, her entire body wet, glistening from the rain. Those
big eyes regarded me in silence, moving down my body until they
rested on the huge bulge in my jeans.

“
Ben, if
we do this—”

“
Oh we’re
doing this, Georgia.”
I
unzipped my jeans and tore the wet denim off until I stood before
her in a pair of white boxers that showed off every hard, engorged
inch of my cock. I liked the way her eyes stayed there. The way her
tongue darted out again and the way she moved her hips as if she
was ready for me.

It was the
hottest thing I’d ever seen.

“
There’s
no turning back now, Peaches.
I can’t promise that I’ll fuck you nice and slow even
though you deserve it, because babe, I’m already there. But I can
promise that it will be hot. And you’ll be screaming my name before
it’s done.”

I yanked
on my boxers, suddenly free, and then I knelt on the floor beside
the bed, hands reaching for her knees. “I want to see you,” I said
gruffly. “All of you.”

She lifted her
hips. I tugged on her panties.

And then every
inch of her was mine.

Georgia

If you could
die from anticipation I was there. I was there and I was in it and
I was dying.

Ben
Lancaster dressed in jeans and a T-shirt was hot.

Ben
Lancaster standing at the end of the bed totally naked was a
goddamn miracle. The man was beautiful. As if his wide shoulders,
tapered waist and chiselled abs weren’t enough, there was his sexy
tattoo—I was a sucker for tats—and well, his erection was
impressive. Really, really, impressive.

His dark
eyes glittered almost as if they were fevered and when he fell to
his knees and placed his hands on my legs I wanted to cry because
it felt so good to be touched that way. To have someone as amazing
as Ben look at me as if I was special.

“
You’re
so fucking beautiful.” His voice was husky and deep.

His
breath was warm along my thigh and it took a bit of nudging on his
part, but my legs gave way and I was fully exposed to him. A blush
crept up my neck and along my face, which was weird. I was no
angel. I’d been in this situation before but it was different this
time.

Ben was
different.

I’d never felt
this much raw need and desire to connect with someone. Never. It
pressed hard, making it difficult to breathe, difficult to think.
And I can’t lie. It was scary as hell.

This was
different on so many levels. I didn’t just want to fuck. I wanted
something deeper.

I wanted to matter
.

His mouth moved
slowly and I shuddered when his hands gripped my thighs, when he
held them apart, and when he kissed me down there. I think I
moaned—I’m sure I did—and I almost felt him smile against me.

And then
his tongue and fingers were on me. In me. Stroking. Licking.
Sucking. I was going crazy and the pressure inside was red hot. It
was exquisite and as the ball of ecstasy widened and throbbed and
then exploded, it was his name on my lips. His face in my
mind.

His head in my
hands as I held him there.

Ben.

And then he was
kissing his way up my belly, his hands on my breasts, fingers
rubbing my nipples.

“
Oh God,
Ben,” I whispered when he opened his mouth and sucked on my nipple,
his tongue working it while he pulled and nipped.

I could barely
catch my breath and he grinned up at me, “God has nothing to do
with it, Peaches.”

Peaches. He’d
called me that earlier as if it was his pet name for me. I fucking
loved it.

Our eyes
held each other and for one intense moment we connected—really
connected—and I reached for him, coaxing him up because I had to
kiss him. I had to show him how I felt inside because I knew there
was no way I’d ever be able to explain it.

I kissed
him as if he was the air in my lungs. As if he was the blood in my
veins. As if I needed him to live. And then I trailed a bunch of
kisses down his neck, my hands all over his shoulders, falling to
his abs and then lower.

He moved
slightly giving me room and I gazed into his eyes, loving the way
his pupils dilated when my fingers found the hard length of
him.

“Shit,
Georgia.” His voice was hoarse, the veins on the side of his neck
stood bulging as I slowly stroked every inch of him from the base
to the top.