beneath her exploring lips. “No more waiting,” she said, reaching for his belt. He unfastened it and jerked his pants off his own hips, let them fall to the floor, and stepped out of them.
He turned away from her, leading her by the hand. “Your suite is much bigger than ours,” she commented. “Must be a perk of being famous.”
“No talking.” He turned her around, walking her backward, belly-to-belly in to the large open area of the suite. She looked up at him and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He grabbed her ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him.
He started moving her backward again, not stopping until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased her down onto the mattress, never taking his lips from hers.
He moved her where he wanted her, and lifted himself up. “I want to look at you Liv. I need to look at you first.”
He moved so he sat next to her, his hip touching hers, and ran his hands over her breasts, her belly and down across the heated flesh between her thighs.
“Ben,” she arched her back and swayed her hips, trying to position herself closer to him.
“Don’t rush me,” he said. “I’m still looking.”
“Less looking. More touching,” Liv groaned.
Suddenly he was on top of her, wedging his knee between her thighs, opening her up to him.
“Can’t wait.”
She gasped and tried to stop him, then realized he already wore a condom. When had he put that on? Her thundering heart raced out of control, who cares?
“Ben, please, just . . . please.”
“Oh baby, oh it’s so good.” She clenched around him, wanting to keep him where he was, a part of her, for as long as she could. Spasms of relief overtook her, spreading throughout her body as he moved over her, faster and faster, harder and harder, until she exploded.
“Again Liv, let’s figure out what else you like,” he said as he trailed gentle kisses along her jaw. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Liv wrapped her arms and legs around him. The pressure began to build again inside her. Need engulfed her senses. Ben slowed, looking deeply into her eyes. “Now,” he growled, as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Just as he had on stage.
She kissed his temple as he murmured the sweetest sounds she’d ever heard. Contentment.
“Be right back,” he rolled off in the direction of the bathroom.
He snuggled back into her, pulling her closer so her back was nestled against his front.
“I wish I wasn’t so tired,” he whispered. “I don’t want to miss a moment of being with you, but I have to sleep.”
“Mmm,” her eyes closed and she was asleep before he was.
Ben blinked himself awake and tried to get his bearings. He lifted his head from the pillow and felt Liv’s body cuddled against his. When he shifted, she woke up.
“Good morning beautiful,” he kissed the top of her head. Nothing felt better than waking up with her in his arms. He knew that now.
“What time is it?” He shifted again, looking at the clock on the night stand. “Eleven.”
“What? Eleven? Again. I never sleep this late.” She snuggled back into him. “It’s you. Your fault.”
Her stomach rumbled and he felt it against his own, it made him chuckle. “Hungry?”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve eaten since yesterday afternoon.”
“Liv, are you kidding? You must be starving.” He lifted her off of him and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“No,” she protested. “Don’t go, come back here.”
“I’m just going to order some food, then you’ll have my undivided attention. What do you feel like eating?”
“Don’t care. Just need nourishment.”
He called room service and ordered more food than she thought the two of them could eat, then he stretched his body out next to hers again.
“What time’s your flight?” he asked, wishing he didn’t have to.
“Tomorrow morning. When is
He turned away from her, leading her by the hand. “Your suite is much bigger than ours,” she commented. “Must be a perk of being famous.”
“No talking.” He turned her around, walking her backward, belly-to-belly in to the large open area of the suite. She looked up at him and he caught her mouth in a deep kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. He grabbed her ass in both large hands and pressed her more securely against him.
He started moving her backward again, not stopping until her legs came in contact with the bed. He eased her down onto the mattress, never taking his lips from hers.
He moved her where he wanted her, and lifted himself up. “I want to look at you Liv. I need to look at you first.”
He moved so he sat next to her, his hip touching hers, and ran his hands over her breasts, her belly and down across the heated flesh between her thighs.
“Ben,” she arched her back and swayed her hips, trying to position herself closer to him.
“Don’t rush me,” he said. “I’m still looking.”
“Less looking. More touching,” Liv groaned.
Suddenly he was on top of her, wedging his knee between her thighs, opening her up to him.
“Can’t wait.”
She gasped and tried to stop him, then realized he already wore a condom. When had he put that on? Her thundering heart raced out of control, who cares?
“Ben, please, just . . . please.”
“Oh baby, oh it’s so good.” She clenched around him, wanting to keep him where he was, a part of her, for as long as she could. Spasms of relief overtook her, spreading throughout her body as he moved over her, faster and faster, harder and harder, until she exploded.
“Again Liv, let’s figure out what else you like,” he said as he trailed gentle kisses along her jaw. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Liv wrapped her arms and legs around him. The pressure began to build again inside her. Need engulfed her senses. Ben slowed, looking deeply into her eyes. “Now,” he growled, as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. Just as he had on stage.
She kissed his temple as he murmured the sweetest sounds she’d ever heard. Contentment.
“Be right back,” he rolled off in the direction of the bathroom.
He snuggled back into her, pulling her closer so her back was nestled against his front.
“I wish I wasn’t so tired,” he whispered. “I don’t want to miss a moment of being with you, but I have to sleep.”
“Mmm,” her eyes closed and she was asleep before he was.
Ben blinked himself awake and tried to get his bearings. He lifted his head from the pillow and felt Liv’s body cuddled against his. When he shifted, she woke up.
“Good morning beautiful,” he kissed the top of her head. Nothing felt better than waking up with her in his arms. He knew that now.
“What time is it?” He shifted again, looking at the clock on the night stand. “Eleven.”
“What? Eleven? Again. I never sleep this late.” She snuggled back into him. “It’s you. Your fault.”
Her stomach rumbled and he felt it against his own, it made him chuckle. “Hungry?”
“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve eaten since yesterday afternoon.”
“Liv, are you kidding? You must be starving.” He lifted her off of him and swung his legs over the side of the bed.
“No,” she protested. “Don’t go, come back here.”
“I’m just going to order some food, then you’ll have my undivided attention. What do you feel like eating?”
“Don’t care. Just need nourishment.”
He called room service and ordered more food than she thought the two of them could eat, then he stretched his body out next to hers again.
“What time’s your flight?” he asked, wishing he didn’t have to.
“Tomorrow morning. When is
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