Falling for the Forbidden: Forbidden Series #1

by Lorraine, Tracy

  “You’re freezing. Shall we go in?” We’ve been cuddled up on the swing, under the blanket for ages, chatting away and just enjoying each other’s company. Nerves and excitement for what’s to come hit me all at once. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not ready. As long as you’re beside me, that’s all I need.”

  Cupping his stubble-covered cheeks, I pull his lips to mine. “Liar,” I say with a laugh. I go to kiss him to show him I want to give him everything, but he places his hands on my shoulders, stopping me.

  “I’m deadly serious, Lauren. If you’re not ready—”

  “Shut up.” Throwing my leg over his lap, I get settled and resume my earlier kiss. I’ve no intention of this night ending here. I’ve held on to my V card until I found the right guy, and I’m so bloody glad I did because I can’t imagine anything more perfect than this.

  “Go and get yourself comfortable upstairs. I’ll be right up,” he says between kisses to my neck.

  I’m hesitant to move, too content to be sitting across his lap with his hands on me. When he realises I’m not going anywhere, he lifts me and places me on my feet. His biceps bulge as he takes my weight and the sight only increases my need to have his naked, hot, smooth skin pressed up against mine.

  “Go,” he says again with a tap to my arse.

  Walking across the deck, I try to put as much sass into it as possible. I know his eyes are on me. I can feel them.

  When I get to the sliding doors, I look back over my shoulder. Exactly as I expect, his eyes are focused on my arse. Realising I’ve stopped, he lifts his gaze and finds mine. The promise within his dark eyes has tingles racing through me.

  I eventually manage to tear myself away from him and head towards my bedroom. Now that I’m moving, it hits me just how tipsy I actually am. My head spins as I wobble my way up the stairs. I’m too consumed with how Ben makes me feel when he’s around to put much thought into the effects of the alcohol.

  I’ve no idea how long I’ve got, so I quickly make use of the bathroom and brush my teeth. I feel like a different person when I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes are bright and sparkling and my skin has a glow I don’t think I’ve ever seen on myself before.

  Hearing a bang from downstairs brings me back to the here and now, and my heart thunders in my chest. This small amount of distance between us has allowed my nerves to creep in. They’re easy to forget when Ben’s got his hands on me. My body takes over and tells me exactly what I need. Allowing me this alone time was dangerous, I laugh to myself as I try to force my anxiety down.

  I’m running a brush through my hair when I hear his footsteps pounding up the stairs. My body temperature spikes, my heart races, and my hands begin to tremble. But the second the door opens and my eyes find his, all of that vanishes.

  It’s just the two of us. No worries or concerns, no outside influences. Just me, him, and this explosive thing between us.

  “Lauren,” he breathes, running his eyes down the length of me. Tingles that had started to disappear suddenly hit me full force once again.

  Stepping up to me, he takes my hand and pulls me over to the bed. I lie down and rest my head on my pillow at his encouragement. Our eyes meet and our breaths mingle, our bodies just inches apart.

  I flinch when his warm hand lands on my cheek where I’m so lost in his eyes. I wasn’t expecting this. I had visions of him stripping me bare the second he entered the room and doing wicked things to me. Instead, his face is full of emotion, almost to the point where I’m concerned.

  “You make all of this so much easier, Lauren,” he whispers, and my breath catches at the honesty in his words. “You make everything seem worthwhile again. I’ve been walking through life in a haze for a long time, but for the first time in years I’m suddenly seeing things clearly. I feel like I have a home again, I feel like I belong.” Tears burn my eyes. Until now, I had no idea if this crazy connection I felt with him was one-sided, but, if anything, it seems like it means even more to him.

  “You make me want to do something about this bullshit life I’ve been living. You give me a reason to fight. To fight for what’s right. To fight for what I deserve.” He pauses and his eyes run over every inch of my face. “I had no idea I was looking for something, and I really had no clue that I was going to find what I so desperately needed in my own house. But here you are, like a guardian fucking angel. I promise you, I’m going to do whatever it takes to prove I’m worthy of you, to protect you, to keep you…to be yours.”

  The strength behind his words renders me speechless. He must sense it because nothing more is said as he closes the space between us and presses his lips to mine.

  He kisses me for hours, his hands running over every clothed inch of me, but he never pushes for more. I thought I’d be disappointed, but I can’t have imagined anything more perfect. It was exactly what both of us needed after his confession.

  Chapter Nine

  I wake up feeling hot. I soon understand why when I feel the soft brush of Ben’s lips across my collarbone.

  “Good morning,” I whisper, but it comes out more like a breathy moan.

  “It sure is, baby.”

  Tearing my eyes open, I find him staring down at me, lust filling his eyes. Gone is last night’s emotion, only to be replaced by a hunger I recognise well. It causes my insides to clench.

  I go to sit myself up but his hand on my ribs stops me. “Lie back. I’ve got things I want to do to you—and trust me, they can’t wait.”

  “Okay,” I breathe, but I’m not sure he hears as he drops his lips back to my skin. He kisses down my chest and over the swell of my breasts. When he gets to the fabric of the dress I’m still wearing, he tucks his finger under the edge and pulls it back.

  “Jesus,” he moans when he sees the lace bra I chose especially for him. Lifting his hands to my shoulders, he slips the straps of my dress down my arms before pulling it down my body. His eyes feast on every bit of skin he reveals.

  After dropping the fabric to the floor, he stands back and stares. Tingles follow his eyes as he runs them over every inch of me. My chest heaves, my breasts strain against the lace covering them, and my core aches.

  “Sweet Jesus. You look fucking sinful. What are you doing to me?”

  If he’s waiting for a response, he doesn’t show it. Instead, he pulls his t-shirt over his head and drops it to the floor, followed by his jeans and boxers, allowing me my first look at all of him. Suddenly, I understand his fascination with my body a few seconds ago, because my eyes are glued to him. I follow the definition of his abs, down his v lines to his hard cock bobbing in front of him. My mouth waters.

  He doesn’t allow me any longer to appreciate the view because, after dragging my knickers down, he crawls back onto the bed and starts kissing down my leg. My thighs quiver when he makes it to my core.

  “So fucking sweet,” he murmurs, running his nose against my sensitive skin.

  “Please, Ben. I need—” My words are cut off when his tongue connects with my clit.

  It’s like he can read my body and knows exactly what’s going to have me racing towards my release. He sucks hard on my clit before sliding one, then two, fingers inside me.

  I pant and moan his name, my hands twisting in the sheet beneath me as I reach the point of no return. He does something with his fingers and I’m falling. I cry out as my orgasm races through me, every part of my body pulsing with pleasure.

  He looks smug when he pulls back and stares at me. “I don’t want to know how you got so good at that,” I say with a laugh.

  His face pales slightly before saying, “I’m only going to get better with all the practice I’m expecting to have.”

  My thighs clench despite the fact that he’s just shattered me into a million pieces.

  After reaching down to his discarded clothes, Ben drops a little silver square to the bed and kisses his way up my body.

  “You ready for this?” I swallow my nerves and nod. He can see right
through my act because his palm lands on my cheek and his soft eyes hold mine. “If you’re not, just tell me. We don’t have to.”

  “No. No, I want this. I want you. Please, Ben. Just be…just be gentle?” I feel ridiculous asking, but I can’t help the words falling from my mouth.

  “I promise to never be anything but, baby.”

  I watch as he rolls the condom over his length and settles himself between my thighs. He presses the tip against my clit, his eyes locked on mine. He’s waiting for me to change my mind, but it won’t happen.

  “I want you, Ben. I want you to be my first.” I swear my words make his chest puff out a little. He holds our connection as he finds my entrance and slowly pushes inside me. Thanks to his talented mouth, I’m ready for him.

  He feels huge as he slides into me, and I shift my hips as I try to adjust to the alien sensation—until he seems to hit a brick wall and I know what’s going to come next is going to hurt like hell.

  Dropping forward, he nuzzles his face into my neck. “I hate to do this,” he whispers, “but I promise to make it so worth it.”

  The heat of his body pressing down on mine feels out of this world. I need this. I need more of him.

  “Do it,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. Running my hands down his back, I squeeze his arse to give him a little encouragement.

  He sucks the sensitive skin below my ear into his mouth. I’m just enjoying the tingles it causes when he thrusts his hips forward.

  He doesn’t move again as I moan in pain. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispers. He sounds mortified to have hurt me.

  Pulling his head from my neck, I force him to look at me. “Hey, it’s okay.” I go to run my thumb over his bottom lip, but he captures it and sucks it into his mouth. His earlier hunger seeps back into his features and I flex my hips, showing him that I’m okay. I’m actually better than okay; we’re connected in the most intimate way possible, and I can’t think of anything better.

  “You sure?”

  “Let me feel you. Please.” He rolls his hips and the pain that was so strong only moments ago dissipates, the incredible feeling of him moving inside me taking over.

  “Fucking hell, you’re so tight. I hope you weren’t expecting this to last long,” he moans before dropping down to kiss me.

  When his pace starts increasing, I know he’s nearing the end and I’m desperate to experience it.

  “Jesus, Lauren, I’m going to come so fucking hard,” he grunts, the words filling me with warmth. Threading his fingers into my hair, his hips move fast, then faster. His other hand slips down until he presses his fingertips against my sensitive clit. My entire body arches from the bed at the contact. “Fuck.”

  With his fingers teasing my clit and his length hitting some magical place inside me, it’s not long before he pushes me over the edge and I come with his name a soft moan on my lips. Seconds later, he growls above me before I feel his cock twitch violently inside me. He roars his release and the look on his face as he does is something I’ll never forget. Everything that usually drags him down has gone, and he’s lost to the pleasure. Pleasure that I am able to give him. My heart swells and I fear I’m falling way too hard, way too fast. I’m trying not to think about the future because I know that, no matter what, it’s going to be a challenge.

  “Holy shit, Lauren,” he pants, falling down at my side, his breath rushing over my face as he tries to catch it.

  “Good?” I hate the anxiety that creeps into my voice.

  “Good?” He repeats with a laugh. “That was fucking mind-blowing. I’m already craving more.” His lips meet mine as his warm hand slides around my back, tickling my hypersensitive skin before flicking the clasp on my bra. I’d totally forgotten I was still wearing it.

  Pulling back from my lips, he ducks his head and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. A sigh falls from my lips as another ball of sensation explodes within me.

  “Stop it,” he says with a laugh after releasing my nipple with a pop. “I don’t need any encouragement to spend all day inside you.”

  “That doesn’t sound like a bad way to spend today,” I admit.

  “No, but you need a rest before we go again.” My heart swells once again at his thoughtfulness. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

  “I like you.” My cheeks heat at my admission, and if it wasn’t for the incredible smile that erupts across Ben’s face, I might have looked away.

  “I like you too, Lauren. A lot.”

  * * *

  “Come on,” he says, intertwining our hands and pulling me from the bed after kissing me breathless.

  “You want me to…” I flick a glance down at his hard cock and raise an eyebrow.

  “More than I probably should admit. But this is about you, not me.”

  I follow him into my ensuite, my mouth dropping open when I take in the flickering candles that cover every available surface. Walking straight up to the bath, he climbs in and encourages me to follow. In seconds, soothing bubbles and Ben’s arms surround me. I lie back against his chest and sigh.

  “I hope that’s a good sigh.”

  “Mmm…it is. I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed.”

  “Every morning should start with orgasms, don’t you think?”

  “As long as they’re delivered by you.”

  He goes silent behind me. I can feel the sudden tension in his muscles. Sitting up, sloshing water everywhere, I turn and straddle him. I hate not being able to see his face.

  “What’s wrong?” He tries looking away, but I bring his face back to me. “Ben?”

  “I’m sorry; it’s nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing. You can tell me, whatever it is.” Sliding my hand around the back of his neck, I tilt and drop a quick kiss to his lips.

  “It’s just…this is so incredible.” My breath catches when he places his hand over my heart. “You’re so incredible. But…” He lets out a pained breath.

  “What happens when we’re caught?” I finish for him.

  “Yeah,” he agrees sadly.

  “Enough,” I snap, a little too harshly if his wide eyes are anything to go by. “We’ve got plenty of time to worry about that. But right now, we’ve got an empty house all to ourselves. The most important thing to worry about is what we’re going to do for the next twenty-four hours.”

  “Or how many times I can make you come.”

  “Hmm…that, too. What did you have planned?”

  “Nothing past last night. What did you want to do?”

  “Nothing sounds perfect. Well, maybe not totally nothing.” Sitting back between his legs, I slide my hand up his thigh, giggling to myself when it makes his cock twitch. Taking him in my hand, I slowly slide it up and down, all the while watching Ben’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Yeah, I think this could be the perfect way to spend the weekend.

  Once the water’s cold, we both climb out of the bath and set about with whatever we’re going to do. Ben walks over to the window and pulls the curtains back. “How about just chilling out in the garden? I’ve got plenty of food left over from last night. We could barbeque again later.”

  “Sounds perfect.” Pulling open a drawer, I rummage around for a bikini.

  “What’s that for?” he asks, eyeing the small bit of red fabric in my hands.

  “Sunbathing?” The look on his face as he stares at it makes the word come out like a question.

  “Not necessary.” The fabric is snatched from my hands and shoved back into the drawer.

  “Ben, I’m not walking around all day naked.”

  “Why not? No one will see you but me.” I try to come up with a reasonable argument other than I don’t want to, but the moment I see the fire in his eyes, all thoughts leave my head. Running my eyes down the chiselled planes of his abs, I realise it’s not such a bad idea. “And it means I can have you any time I want.”

  We don’t leave my bedroom for at least another hour, and I have a feeli
ng today is going to be exhausting in a very, very good way.

  Thankfully, he relents on me wearing clothes, so as we walk hand in hand into the kitchen, I’m wearing my bikini and a pair of hot pants and he’s looking like a freaking swimwear model in his low-hanging board shorts.

  “What do you want for breakfast?” he asks after kick-starting both the kettle and the coffee machine.

  “Hmm…cake.”

  “Cake?” he asks with a laugh.

  “Why not? This weekend is about indulging, so what’s more indulgent than cake for breakfast?”

  “Good point. I’m pretty sure there’s no cake in this house.”

  “There’s stuff to make one, though.” I know for a fact that there’s everything we’ll need at the back of the larder cupboard, because I bought it and put it there a couple of weeks ago.

  “I haven’t made a cake since Food Tech in year 9, and that was a disaster!”

  “It’s a good job you’ve got an excellent teacher, then.”

  “I’m sensing this lesson will be a little different than the one I’m remembering.” His eyes drop to my barely clothed body, and he leisurely takes in every inch. “Definitely better,” he mutters quietly while rearranging himself in his shorts.

  “Come on, let’s bake,” I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the counter. Finding the scales in the darkest part of the bottom cupboard, I give them a clean before instructing Ben to weigh out the correct amounts.

  “Can’t we just guess?”

  “No. Baking is a science.”

  “I always preferred sex ed.”

  “You’re a nightmare.” I sit myself up on the island counter as Ben beats the eggs and folds in the flour exactly as instructed. “Don’t forget the cocoa powder.” I pop the top off and pull at the foil beneath. I put a little more force into it than necessary and, in seconds, almost a full tub of cocoa powder covers my boobs and thighs as well as the counter and the floor.

  “You need a hand?” Ben asks, his eyes darkening as he looks at my dirty chest.