Princess - *Book One*

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Twenty-Three

“Ugh, fuck this!” I storm into my apartment, slam the door shut, and throw my keys on the small cupboard with such force that they fly right to the floor with a loud clatter. With a groan, I stomp into my living room and pace up and down. I run my fingers through my hair and let out one frustrated sigh after the other.

How can Ben be so stubborn? What the fuck is his problem? We need to talk this out, once and for all. But not while feelings are running high.

I drop down on my couch and stare at the ceiling. This is the first time since we’ve been together that we separated in a fight, and it hurts. Of course, we have our disagreements, but until tonight we’ve always been able to solve them. But with Ben being so overprotective and acting like he did tonight, things are a little more complicated.

A knock on my door interrupts my internal monologue, and I gasp. Is he serious right now? With a groan, I get up and slowly walk over to my front door. Mixed emotions make my mind race. I’m still angry at Ben, but at the same time, relief washes through me because he’s willing to make things right.

When I open the door and see that it’s indeed Ben with his head bowed and his hands buried in his pockets I know relief is the slightly stronger emotion. But anger is definitely still there because I hate the way my body reacts to him. Damn, does he have to be so sexy? Standing there in his tight pants and his even tighter shirt so you can see his perfect muscular body. His warm eyes, his beautiful face – and his lips – his full, sweet lips...

Shit, shit, shit! I have to remember that I’m mad at him.

Ben finally breaks the silence. “Can I come in?”

I let him enter without a word. I close the door, turn to him, and cross my arms. “Didn’t I make myself clear when I said I didn’t want to see you again tonight?”

Ben sighs. “You let me in – I take that as a good sign.”

I snort and roll my eyes. “Okay, and now you’re here because...?”

Ben takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry about what happened tonight, Princess.”

I sigh. “Yes, that was stupid. Now what?”

He runs his hand through his hair and curses under his breath. “What do you want me to tell you?”

I snort. “I don’t want to tell you what to say! Ben, everything seems to push your buttons since that stupid incident. You’re suffocating me.”

He tilts his head back and lets out a long, slow breath. With a shake of his head, he turns his gaze back to me and frowns. “I’m just trying to protect you,” he says through gritted teeth.

“From what? Luke? Your brother? You know I’m not interested in either of them. Don’t you trust me? Is that it? Do you really think I would ever be with any of them rather than with you?” The anger and frustration keep building up inside me, and I can’t help but yell at him.

And Ben yells back. ’“Of course I trust you, but I don’t trust them!”

“Are you listening to yourself? What are you talking about? How weak do you think I am? Do you think I won’t be able to resist?”

“That’s not the point.”

“What is the point then?”

“Dammit, Amy! I’m afraid of losing you.”

Ben stares at me with a hardened expression on his face, and I stare back, my chest heaving with deep, shuddery breaths. The air between us vibrates with increasing tension, but as we keep glaring at each other, that tension slowly changes into something less angry and more – sexual. There’s something else I suddenly see in Ben’s eyes – heat and desire. The same desire that takes hold of me.

Fuck, how is this possible? A minute ago, I wanted to kick him out, and now all I can think about is ripping off his clothes.

Without warning, Ben lunges at me, pushing me hard against the wall. I gasp as he grabs my wrists and holds them over my head. I’m stuck between him and the wall, and I can’t move an inch. He keeps staring at me with heavy-lidded eyes, and then his gaze wanders to my mouth. I bite my lower lip, which elicits a low growl from him.

We are both breathing heavily, and with each breath, our chests touch. Suddenly, I’m very much aware of his masculine scent that engulfs me, making the heat spread through my body. “Ben–” I plead softly, and his gaze snaps back up to my eyes.

And then he devours my mouth, and his tongue quickly finds mine. A loud moan escapes me as I try to move, try to put my hands around his neck or touch him anywhere, but he keeps a firm grip on me. He shoves his knee between my legs, and my dress slides up my thighs. While Ben continues to kiss me passionately, his hands slowly wander down my arms, squeezing my breasts, my waist, and then my ass.

My finally free arms fall on his shoulders, and I run my hands through his hair, and I pull not so gently. With another low growl, he pushes my dress up to my waist, and when he groans loudly, I remember. He gasps in my ear, “Fuck, Amy, aren’t you wearing any underwear?”

“That was supposed to be a sweet little surprise for you – before you pissed me off.”

“Oh yeah, you’re mad at me. I almost forgot.”

“Are you kidding? I didn’t.” I try to break free of him as hard as I can because I’m still furious, but Ben closes my mouth with another hot kiss before I can continue to protest. He strokes my hips, down to my butt and then over to my front. He still has a leg between my thighs, and he pushes my legs further apart for better access to the currently hottest and wettest part of my body. He presses his thumb hard on my clit, and I gasp and move my hips back and forth, needing more friction. When he pushes first one then two fingers inside me, I cry out his name and completely forget that I have any other emotion except pure lust.

Ben’s other hand frees my shoulders from the straps of my dress, and he kisses my neck and collarbone. My hands somehow manage to get under his shirt, and I stroke his chest with my nails.

Things happen so fast that my head starts spinning. His mouth, which was just sucking the skin on my neck, moves down to my breasts, which Ben freed from my bra, and he kisses and licks my hard nipples. All the while, his fingers are about to take me over the edge.

I have long felt his erection pressing on my thigh through his pants. My hand wanders to his crotch, and I massage him too. Ben moans my name. “Oh, fuck, Amy, I want you.”

“Then take me.”

Without hesitation, he grabs my hips and lifts me up on the small cupboard next to us. He opens his pants, lets them drop down to his ankles, and without further ado, he sinks inside my body.

His fast solid thrusts drive completely out of my mind. I grab his hair and adjust to his rhythm. I wrap my legs around his waist to feel him deeper, and I tighten my inner muscles around him.

“Damn, Amy, you feel so good.”

“Shut up! I don’t want to hear your voice now.”

He chuckles, and I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on my desire to feel him instead of my anger.

And then I come harder than ever, a powerful orgasm taking over my body like an explosion. Ben climaxes shortly after, and as he does, he tightens his grip on me and digs his fingers into my flesh.

Wow. Again. Whenever I think it can’t get any more intense, Ben surprises me. “Damn, angry sex is pretty hot,” I pant.

Ben buries his head in the nape of my neck and chuckles softly. “Hmhmm,” he mumbles, and I shudder slightly when his hot breath fans my sensitive skin.

“But that’s no reason to fight all the time, okay?”

“Whatever you say, babe,” he says before he presses a soft kiss on my neck.

I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. My whole body relaxes, and I enjoy the feeling of satisfaction. I slide my hands down his arms to his hands, and our fingers intertwine.

“I could stay like this forever,” Ben murmurs. “Inside you...”

“Oh no,” I grumble. “I need to get off the cupboard; my butt hurts.”

With a low laugh that I can feel in every fiber of my body, Ben slowly takes a step back, and I gasp at the sudden cold and empty sensation. He helps me get off the cupboard, and I straighten my dress. “Excuse me for a sec.” While Ben zips up his pants, I go to my bedroom to change.

When I come back into the living room in a T-shirt and shorts, Ben lies comfortably on my couch with his feet up and his head resting on his arms. I sit down on the armchair next to his feet and study him.

Ben raises his eyebrows. “Why are you looking at me like that? Won’t you join me?” He stretches out his hand.

I shake my head. “We need to talk.”

“We can do that once you lie next to me.”

“No. You distract me with your sexy body, those strong arms, and your irresistible scent.”

Ben grins. “Maybe you’re right. I feel the same way about your hot curves.”

With a deep sigh, I lean back in the armchair. “Okay, what are we gonna do about this?”

Ben sits up but doesn’t take his eyes off me. He runs his hand through his hair and frowns. “Princess, I’m sorry for acting like an idiot. What we have – that’s so different from anything else I’ve ever had with a woman. You mean so much to me.” He sighs before adding, “Everything.”

“Ben, I feel the same way. I love you, and nobody else. You won’t lose me, I promise. At least not to another man.”

He grimaces. “Which doesn’t mean I can’t screw it up otherwise.”

“You have to relax. We used to have so much fun together. Now it’s kind of tense more often than not. I’m always worried about whether a guy looks at me for too long – whatever his motives are. I know you want to protect me, but from what? No other guy could take me away from you, just like no other woman could take you away from me.”

Ben takes a deep breath. “You’re right. Princess, I can only say how sorry I am. I don’t want to act like that. I will work on it, I promise. Tell me you believe me. Please... I don’t want to risk losing what we have over this crap.”

“Let’s hope for the best – you are a pretty stubborn ass after all.”

Ben snorts. “I’m stubborn? Ha!”

I narrow my eyes at him and raise my finger. “Watch what you’re saying. Sex won’t get you out of trouble every time.”

Ben grins and raises his hands in defeat. “Okay... So are we good?”

I sigh and rub my eyes. “Honestly, I’m so relaxed right now that there’s no room for resentment. People should have more sex. Then there wouldn’t be as many problems in this world.”

Ben laughs. “But only if it’s as good as ours.” He lies down again and gives me a dreamy smile. When I give him a questioning look, he chuckles. “I’m just wondering if you’re wearing underwear right now.”

I press my lips together, trying to suppress a grin – no need to reveal that secret just yet.

Ben laughs as he stretches out his arms again to finally make me come over to him. “I don’t even want to think about the fact that I almost missed it.”

And finally, I accept his invitation and lie down on top of him. Time to forget the stress and troubles of the night and devote ourselves fully to the beautiful things. No more talking, just kissing and touching.

Ben quickly finds out that I’m still not wearing any underwear, which isn’t a problem at all, because soon after, he loses his too, and for the rest of the night, we enjoy our naked bodies in every possible way.

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