evaluation. “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more gorgeous now.”
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He grinned. “I’m glad you approve.”
As his hands continued their exploration, I tried to unbutton his shorts.
He put a hand over mine as it uselessly messed with the plastic. “I’ll get it.”
My body missed his touch as he moved to slip out of his cargo shorts and boxers.
“You’re still wearing too much clothing.” He hooked a finger in the side of my panties before slowly sliding them down and off of me. “That’s better.” He moved back to lay down next to me, his lips finding my ear and trailing down a path to my neck, his hand sliding between my legs.
“Ben?” I said breathlessly.
“Yeah?”
“Are we really doing this?”
He chuckled. “I hope so, or you picked a really bad time to change your mind.”
“I’m not changing my mind.”
“Good.”
His weight shifted as he reached for his discarded shorts, retrieving his wallet and pulling out a condom.
“You still carry one around with you?”
“You know, just like the house key, you never know when you’re going to need one.”
Various parts of my brain warned me that I was about to make a mistake, that having sex with Ben was the least intelligent thing I could do, but Ben silenced my concerns when he returned his lips to my neck, moving lower, only removing them to speak. “Tell me you missed me.”
I didn’t hesitate to answer. “I missed you.”
“Good. That’s all I needed to hear.”
***
“Damn, I forgot what that was like.” Ben flipped onto his back, clasping his hands behind his head, pulling his knees up.
I mirrored his movements, loving how uninhibited I was with him. Even after four years with Adam, I’d still had to fight the urge to cover up my body around him. “You forgot what sex was like?”
“I forgot what sex with you was like. Either my memories didn’t do it justice, or it’s gotten even better.”
“I think it was even better.” I hadn’t ever remembered feeling so physically fulfilled. I tried to hold onto the feeling of completeness so I could hold off the other thoughts that threatened to drown me.
“I’m glad you’re back.” He clasped my hand, placing our joined hands on his leg.
I thought about how the chemistry between us was too hard to ignore. Unless we found a way to avoid each other, this wouldn’t be a one-time occurrence. “This is going to keep happening, isn’t it?”
Ben turned to me with a sheepish grin. “If I have any say in it, it will.”
“Then we need to set down some ground rules, or well, at least one.”
“Okay, what rule?”
“We keep things purely physical.” Sex with Ben was fine, but I couldn’t let it go any further. I had nothing else to offer him
“So pretty much you want to use me for my body?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“Do I want no strings-attached sex? Hmm, let me think about it.” He pretended to mull it over before grabbing me to pull me on top of him. I looked down into his eyes, loving the contentment I saw there. “Okay, I know I just said it, but I’ll say it again, I’m glad your back.”
Chapter Eight
After kicking Ben out around one a.m., I got three hours of fitful sleep in before waking up screaming in a cold sweat. The nightmares were worse and seemed endless.
The dreams usually followed such a set pattern, but that night they almost felt like a movie stuck on replay. Just as I was ready to hit the water, I’d be back where I started. Then to make matters worse, images of my dad entered the fray. I’d never had dreams featuring both of them before.
Leaving Boston might have been a way to avoid memories of Adam, but I couldn’t stay in my childhood home without thinking about my dad. I idly wondered if I was being punished for actually enjoying myself. With relief, I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed.
Heading out for another run, I
“You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He grinned. “I’m glad you approve.”
As his hands continued their exploration, I tried to unbutton his shorts.
He put a hand over mine as it uselessly messed with the plastic. “I’ll get it.”
My body missed his touch as he moved to slip out of his cargo shorts and boxers.
“You’re still wearing too much clothing.” He hooked a finger in the side of my panties before slowly sliding them down and off of me. “That’s better.” He moved back to lay down next to me, his lips finding my ear and trailing down a path to my neck, his hand sliding between my legs.
“Ben?” I said breathlessly.
“Yeah?”
“Are we really doing this?”
He chuckled. “I hope so, or you picked a really bad time to change your mind.”
“I’m not changing my mind.”
“Good.”
His weight shifted as he reached for his discarded shorts, retrieving his wallet and pulling out a condom.
“You still carry one around with you?”
“You know, just like the house key, you never know when you’re going to need one.”
Various parts of my brain warned me that I was about to make a mistake, that having sex with Ben was the least intelligent thing I could do, but Ben silenced my concerns when he returned his lips to my neck, moving lower, only removing them to speak. “Tell me you missed me.”
I didn’t hesitate to answer. “I missed you.”
“Good. That’s all I needed to hear.”
***
“Damn, I forgot what that was like.” Ben flipped onto his back, clasping his hands behind his head, pulling his knees up.
I mirrored his movements, loving how uninhibited I was with him. Even after four years with Adam, I’d still had to fight the urge to cover up my body around him. “You forgot what sex was like?”
“I forgot what sex with you was like. Either my memories didn’t do it justice, or it’s gotten even better.”
“I think it was even better.” I hadn’t ever remembered feeling so physically fulfilled. I tried to hold onto the feeling of completeness so I could hold off the other thoughts that threatened to drown me.
“I’m glad you’re back.” He clasped my hand, placing our joined hands on his leg.
I thought about how the chemistry between us was too hard to ignore. Unless we found a way to avoid each other, this wouldn’t be a one-time occurrence. “This is going to keep happening, isn’t it?”
Ben turned to me with a sheepish grin. “If I have any say in it, it will.”
“Then we need to set down some ground rules, or well, at least one.”
“Okay, what rule?”
“We keep things purely physical.” Sex with Ben was fine, but I couldn’t let it go any further. I had nothing else to offer him
“So pretty much you want to use me for my body?” He arched an eyebrow.
“Is that going to be a problem?”
“Do I want no strings-attached sex? Hmm, let me think about it.” He pretended to mull it over before grabbing me to pull me on top of him. I looked down into his eyes, loving the contentment I saw there. “Okay, I know I just said it, but I’ll say it again, I’m glad your back.”
Chapter Eight
After kicking Ben out around one a.m., I got three hours of fitful sleep in before waking up screaming in a cold sweat. The nightmares were worse and seemed endless.
The dreams usually followed such a set pattern, but that night they almost felt like a movie stuck on replay. Just as I was ready to hit the water, I’d be back where I started. Then to make matters worse, images of my dad entered the fray. I’d never had dreams featuring both of them before.
Leaving Boston might have been a way to avoid memories of Adam, but I couldn’t stay in my childhood home without thinking about my dad. I idly wondered if I was being punished for actually enjoying myself. With relief, I pulled myself out of bed and got dressed.
Heading out for another run, I
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