Page 63 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
SIENNA
I wakeup once again draped over Ben’s enormous body.
Memories from last night have me smiling. I’ve never experienced anything like what we did. Ben was commanding and growly and yet tender and thoughtful. And holy crap, does he know how to touch me.
I thought Cal was giving in bed. And he was—somewhat, in the beginning. That eventually waned.
But nothing I ever did with him came close to the intimacy I just experienced with Ben. Honestly, it freaks me out a little. In a beautiful, crazy way. Being with him feels like I’m about to BASE jump off El Capitan.
The ultimate thrill.
If you don’t die.
Dramatic much, Sienna?
Objectively, though, he’s the only man who’s made me come twice in a row, working me over like we were long-time lovers.
Best of all, he didn’t act like a weirdo afterward.
Because I hate when guys get weird.
Last night I was a sticky mess after our sexy times, so I took another shower, and when I came back to bed, he held the covers open for me, tucked me against his hard chest, and quickly fell asleep.
It felt so normal. Like we were some old couple. Pretty sure I slept with a smile on my face as he snuggled me.
A part of me wishes we could freeze time and enjoy this vacation, stretch it out for weeks or months, until we’ve had our fill of each other.
Because everything will change when we get back to Charming. He’ll disappear into training camp or school or the regular season will kick his ass, and I’ll go back to teaching yoga classes and worrying if I have the right credits to graduate on time.
After a glance at the clock on the bedside table, I stretch with a contented groan, compliments of phenomenal orgasms.
Ben looks like he’s out. Well, except for that one part of him I’m dying to explore in more depth.
But he wanted to go for a run. With training camp around the corner, it’s probably a good idea for him to stay on track.
“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I murmur against his ear as I run my hand through his thick, messy hair. “Weren’t you guys gonna work out this morning?”
He growls and, next thing I know, I’m nestled underneath him.
“You smell so good,” he says as he nips my ear.
I let him settle between my legs as I continue to play with his hair. “You told me that before. Do you remember?”
He continues nuzzling my neck. “No. When did I say that?”
I roll my eyes. “Do you go around telling a lot of girls they smell good?” I tease.
“Not that I recall,” he says in between nibbles on my skin.
“Your game against UT last winter. When you picked me up and spun me around.”
He leans back and gives me a look. “That was you.”
I laugh because I can’t tell if he’s asking me or telling me. “Yeah. That was me.”
“I remember.” He smiles like this is a big deal and resumes his exploration of my neck.
Did I say Ben wasn’t weird? I take that back. He’s a little strange. But I like it.
