Wild for You (Crave Book 2)

by C. C. Wood

  I lifted up higher on my knees and reached between us to fist his erection again. "I need this."

  Ben removed his fingers and I lined my body up with his. I lowered down, letting him slide a few inches inside of me. Then I lifted up again and slid back down, further this time. I inhaled as I rose a third time and slid all the way down his length until he was fully inside me.

  I sighed as my body adjusted to his. The sensation was intense. In a good way. I inhaled sharply when Ben curved both hands around my ass, shifting my hips forward until my clit was pressed against the base of his dick.

  Oh, my God. That spot right there.

  I must have spoken the words aloud because he laughed softly just before his mouth hit my neck. His hands kept my hips at just that angle. Chills broke out over my skin as he urged me to move. I buried my fingers in his hair, cradling his head closer to me.

  I rode him slowly, luxuriating in each deep, hard thrust. His mouth moved up my throat until it met mine. As we kissed, his fingers released my ass and closed over my nipples, tugging gently at first, and then tightening until they nearly hurt.

  I couldn't control myself then, my hips moving harder and faster against his until our bodies were slapping together rhythmically.

  "That's it," he said, releasing my nipples from his grip and lifting my breasts to his mouth. "You're close."

  I had no idea how he knew that but he was right. My body was tightening with each movement until I was teetering on the edge of an orgasm so strong that I was afraid I'd break apart when I went over.

  My breath hitched as I moved, the tension within me refusing to break. Without missing a beat, Ben dropped one hand and rubbed my clit hard with his thumb. That was all I needed.

  My head dropped back, my hands gripped his thighs behind me, and I moaned as I came hard. Colors burst behind my eyelids and every muscle in my body locked down. Ben's hands clutched my hips, guiding my movements, which was probably good because I had no control over my body.

  Ben cupped the back of my head, pulling my head back up until he could kiss me. I felt the exact moment he came because his lips became more aggressive against mine. His big body shuddered once and he pulled my hips tight against his, holding me still.

  I kissed his mouth and then his throat as he finally relaxed beneath me. My legs felt limp and numb. I hoped he didn't mind me sitting here for a little while longer because there was no way I could move off of him under my own steam.

  I also hoped he wanted to do this again, because once definitely wasn't going to be enough.

  5

  "Sierra."

  I lifted my head from Ben's shoulder. "Yes?"

  "I need to deal with the condom."

  "Okay." I dropped my head back to its original position.

  Ben's body shook as he laughed. "You have to move first."

  "Uh, that might be a problem seeing as I can't feel anything below my waist."

  His body shook harder and his laughter became audible. "Want me to give you a hand?"

  "Sounds good."

  It took a little maneuvering, but Ben managed to shift me back and change our position so he was on top and my legs were around his waist. He reached between us to hold the condom as he pulled out of me. I turned my head and watched as he disappeared through a door on the left side of the room. A light came on inside before the door closed, so I assumed it was the bathroom.

  I wanted to climb under the comforter but my body didn't want to cooperate, so I lay on the bed with one arm over my head and the other resting on my belly. It was probably stupid to feel shy now anyway. He'd already seen everything. Well, almost everything.

  I closed my eyes and told myself that as soon as he came out I would get up and get dressed. It had been a few years since I'd done the one-night stand thing but I knew most guys liked for you to get out of their space as quickly as possible afterwards. Unless they wanted to go a second round. Which I kind of hoped he did. Maybe I should just wait and see. That would be convenient anyway considering I wasn't sure I could get off the bed.

  I heard the toilet flush and water run for a minute or two before the bathroom door opened. I didn't open my eyes because I was too relaxed.

  "Did you pass out on me?" he asked. The bed dipped as he sat down next to me.

  "No," I answered without lifting my eyelids. "Just trying to gather my energy to get up and get dressed."

  I felt a light tug on my hair as he ran his fingers through the ends. "I was hoping you'd stick around so we could do that again later."

  I opened one eye and looked up at him. "I'll need water, a nap, and possibly snacks, but I would definitely be interested."

  Ben chuckled and ran his fingers through my hair once more. If I could purr, I would have because it felt amazing. Any other time I would have been offended by a man petting me like a cat, but right now I was too blissed out and limp to care.

  "I think I can take care of all three of those things. But I know what will wake you right up," he said.

  Before I could ask him what he meant, he hefted me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried me into the bathroom. Don't ask me how, but I knew exactly what he was about to do and I wanted no part of it.

  "Don't you dare stick me in a cold shower, Ben Murphy," I yelled, wiggling like a fish on a hook. One of his arms was clamped around my waist and the other around the backs of my thighs. There was no escape.

  "How about a hot shower?" he asked right before he bit my hip. It was a love bite and barely stung but I still yelped because I wasn't expecting it.

  I sighed, though I had absolutely no problem with being wet and naked with Ben. Especially if I got to spend more time staring at his tattoos and learning the dips and curves of his very nice body. A girl needs some good memories after all. "Fine, but it better boil the skin from my body. I don't like lukewarm showers."

  "I'll see what I can do."

  He set me on my feet inside the shower and I looked around in awe. It was easily large enough for four people and he had heads and jets on three walls. He even had a rainfall showerhead affixed to the ceiling.

  He started fiddling with knobs and I stepped to the side.

  "Don't get my hair wet either."

  Ben glanced at me, staring at my vibrant red hair. "Why?"

  "Because it takes four or five hair products, a special brush, a blow dryer, a high-end flat iron, and about thirty minutes to tame my hair into this mane. If I don't have any one of those things, I look like a poodle that went through a car wash followed by a hurricane."

  The corner of his mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he started the shower with only the jets on the walls turning on, which were all body-level rather than the overhead ones.

  "What's with the orgy shower?" I asked him as he adjusted the water to the perfect temperature.

  "You don't like it?"

  "Of course I do, just wondering if there are things better left untouched on the walls because you could easily fit enough people in here for a ménage a quatre."

  Ben's expression became odd. "A what?"

  "A four-person sex-a-thon," I clarified.

  He laughed and shook his head. "No, I get dirty and sore between workouts and the shop. It's a little easier to get clean this way and I can loosen up my tense muscles."

  "I guess I can see the efficiency."

  Lies, lies. All lies. This was a hedonistic paradise made for orgies and water conservation wasn't a concern. We both knew it.

  He grabbed a bottle of shampoo off the shelf and dumped a little in his hand. "Sure you don't want me to wash your hair."

  I narrowed my eyes at him. "Not if you want to keep that hand."

  He grinned and started rubbing the shampoo over his own short hair. "Are you always this feisty after an orgasm?"

  I watched as the suds ran down his neck and shoulders, slithering over his pectorals and abdominals. Jesus Christ, watching him wash his hair was better than porn.

  "N
ope. I'm usually really mellow until someone forces me to get out of bed and take a shower."

  When he reached for the bottle of body wash sitting next to the shampoo, I took it from him.

  "Since I'm here, I might as well enjoy myself," I said.

  "Have at it," Ben said, giving the bottle up without a fight.

  I poured some of the body wash into my palm and rubbed my hands together. I started with his shoulders, running my hands down his biceps and forearms then coming back up to sweep my palms over his chest.

  "Turn around," I said.

  Ben's mouth curved upward but he did as I said. God, his back was a work of art, just like his front. I winced a little when I saw the scratches on his shoulder blades. They weren't bleeding, just red welts.

  "Uh, sorry about your back," I mumbled.

  He chuckled under his breath. "Got me with your nails?" he asked.

  "Um, yeah."

  "Don't worry about it. They don't hurt."

  I slid my hands down his spine to his waist and he sighed. The muscles of his back relaxed and he raised his hands to the wall, leaning forward.

  "That feels good," he said.

  I stepped forward until my breasts brushed his back and let my hands slip around his waist and lower. He was already partially erect and he groaned when I wrapped my soapy fingers around him.

  His hips moved in tandem with my hand, meeting each stroke as he grew harder and harder.

  I pressed closer to him, the soap on his back slippery against my nipples. Ben grabbed my hand, stopping the motion.

  "My turn."

  Thirty minutes later, my hair was still damp and would likely resemble a frizz ball when it was all said and done, but I was once again too high on pleasure to care that it had gotten wet in the first place.

  I wore one of Ben's t-shirts and my underwear. The tee covered the essentials, but clung to my breasts and hips, which Ben seemed to appreciate. I sat on the counter and watched as he made me a grilled cheese sandwich in a skillet. A glass of Dr. Pepper sat next to my hip and I sipped it from a straw as I watched him cook for me.

  And I swear the sight was turning me on all over again.

  He stood in front of the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of athletic pants that rode low on his hips. His hair was also damp and messy, but I was pretty sure it was going to look a lot sexier than mine once it was dry.

  He looked like he belonged on the cover of a romance novel, or in an action movie. Maybe even on the pages of a men's fitness magazine.

  The fact that he was cooking for me took his hotness level up several notches.

  "You said earlier that you cook. Is a grilled cheese sandwich the extent of your abilities?" I teased him.

  He shook his head but I saw the smile on his face. He knew I was giving him shit. "Nope. Colette made sure that I knew my way around the kitchen. Same with J.J. and Brody. But I actually like it."

  "What do you cook during the week?" I asked, drinking more Dr. Pepper.

  Ben flipped the sandwich over in the skillet with an adept turn of his spatula. "Mostly I grill chicken or steak and roast vegetables. Colette also drummed the concept of a healthy diet into everyone in her family, even if we don't always follow it."

  I smiled. That sounded like Colette. It also made me a little sad that I hadn't met her until I was in college because I would have enjoyed having those lessons, even if I bitched about it the entire time.

  "You said you can't cook. Is it because your parents didn't teach you or you hate to do it?"

  I set my glass down and traced the hem of his tee where it covered my thigh. "My parents don't cook either. They have staff for that." I shrugged. "I don't hate it, but I just never got the hang of it."

  I glanced up when Ben turned his head and studied me. "Sounds familiar. Let me guess, they dress for dinner and children eat in the kitchen."

  A rueful smile tugged at my mouth. "Sounds like you have some experience with that."

  "Definitely." He picked up the skillet and deftly flipped my sandwich onto a plate. I watched as Ben set the pan aside and brought the plate over to me. The drawer to my right opened and he pulled out a butter knife, cutting the sandwich into four symmetrical triangles.

  "Do I get a juice box and cookies too?" I teased, trying to change the subject.

  "I thought we'd share."

  I raised my eyebrows. "I don't know what type of women you usually spend time with, but I need that entire sandwich. And some chips. And maybe that cookie I mentioned. I need a good meal after prolonged physical exertion or I get hangry."

  Ben grinned and shook his head, lifting his hands in surrender. "I guess I need to make another sandwich then."

  "Good plan. I'm vicious when I'm hungry."

  "Like a rabid honey badger?" he asked.

  "No, but I have been known to bite."

  His eyes darkened at the words and I belatedly remembered that I'd sunk my teeth into his shoulder when I came in the shower. It left a small red mark, but I hadn't broken the skin, thank God. I hadn't meant to do it but I was nearly out of my mind with pleasure at the time so it just...sort of happened.

  "I know."

  I inhaled sharply and tried to decide if I could go another round without food but my stomach chose that moment to growl loud enough for Ben to hear it.

  "Later," he said, lifting the plate between us.

  "I'll hold you to that."

  He moved back to the stove and set about making a sandwich for himself.

  I bit into mine and moaned as the gooey cheese and buttery toasted bread filled my mouth. "Dish ish shoooo guuuud," I mumbled around the bite.

  Ben laughed. "Glad you like it."

  I tried to keep my moans to a minimum as I ate, devouring half my food before he finished making his sandwich.

  He brought his plate over to where I sat but didn't cut his sandwich the way he had mine.

  "We should do this again sometime," he commented just before he took his first bite.

  "This as in eat together, or this as in sex?" I asked.

  His eyes twinkled as he chewed. Unlike me, he had enough manners to swallow his food before he spoke. "Both."

  I thought for a moment. "I'm only here for a month to six weeks, and I don't know when I'll be back once I return to my job."

  "And that's a no?" he asked, his hazel eyes probing.

  "It's not a no," I replied. "More like a warning. I don't think it would be a good idea to get involved with someone when I'm only here for a short time."

  Ben nodded and took another bite. When he finished, he asked, "We can keep things casual if that's what you prefer. Who knows, you might get bored within a week."

  I cocked my head to one side. "I doubt that but I'm not opposed to having some fun together."

  His smile was wicked. "Just fun? In that case, wanna tell me more about your tattoo?" His eyes dropped to my arm.

  I shook my head but smiled a little. The grin on his face fell away when I stated, "But I think it would be for the best if we don't go out in public together."

  "I'm sorry, what?" he asked, his brow lowering.

  "That didn't come out right," I corrected. "What I mean is Farley is a small town and I know people gossip. Especially about hot single men and who they're dating." His frown disappeared at that statement, but I continued on. "And I don't think it would be good if it got back to Cam or her mom. They can get...carried away."

  "Afraid they'll start picking out wedding dresses?" he joked.

  My stomach clenched in a knot at his words. Yeah, that definitely wasn't something I was interested in, no matter how hot he was or how good the sex was. My experience with Brian made it clear that I needed to be more careful about how I handled my relationships, no matter how casual I thought they were. I wasn't sure if I was capable of falling in love. So far, in twenty-eight years, it hadn't happened and I doubted it would occur any time soon. That instantaneous "click" that all the romance novels talked about, the moment that someone's hea
rt recognized its other half, had never happened to me. Then again, reality very rarely resembled fiction.

  "Sierra?" Ben asked.

  I blinked and realized I'd been staring through him rather than at him. "Sorry. My mind wandered off."

  His mouth didn't move, but the sparkle in his eyes suggested he was suppressing a smile.

  "What did you say?" I asked.

  "I have no desire to get a what are your intentions toward my best friend speech from Cam either, so I'm not opposed to keeping things quiet. What do you say?"

  "Sounds good to me."

  Doesn't every bad idea sound good at the beginning?

  6

  Did you know that raccoons hiss?

  Yeah, I didn't either. I learned the hard way and I nearly peed my pants the first time I heard the sound. Which was when I got home in the wee hours of the morning after my first sex-a-thon with Ben Murphy. He'd offered to let me stay the night, but I insisted on going back to Cam's house.

  I knew she'd have a million questions and possibly an accusing stare if she woke up in the morning and I wasn't there.

  I tried to get another Uber, but apparently Farley was a sleepy town, which meant that at four in the morning, no one was available. I guess I was right that Marty was the only Uber driver in town. Ben had driven me home without so much as a grumble, which earned him some serious brownie points.

  Before I climbed out of his truck, he'd given me his cell phone and asked me to call myself so he'd have my number. I'd done it and saved his digits under the name Fabio, which made him laugh.

  "Why Fabio?" he asked.

  I hopped out onto the sidewalk. "Because you could be on the cover of a romance novel."

  He grinned at me, not the least bit insulted, as I shut the door. His truck stayed at the curb until I was safely inside Cam's house with the door locked behind me. I wandered into the kitchen after he pulled away and noticed that a bag of trash was sitting by the side door where I'd left it. Crap, I'd forgotten to take it out and I didn't want Cam to do it when she got out of bed in the morning.