PART 7
His large hands gently squeeze her waist then relax.
"Stay with me tonight," he whispered quietly, his voice husky. "Just for tonight."
The feel of his breath against her skin sent shivers throughout her body. Her eyes still closed, she thought about Vincent. How she longed to feel his touch, his hands upon her body, his breath against her skin. Vincent is with Alex now. He chose to be with her. What am I doing waiting for him? Why can't I get over him? I need to get over him! She slowly turned around, Ben's hands still at her waist, she placed her hands lightly against his chest and looked up into his warm brown eyes that were now staring longingly into hers.
"You look just like him..." she whispered sadly, a lone tear fell from the corner of her eye.
After hearing her say that, Ben realized he must resemble someone she once loved, or maybe even still loves. That would explain why he often felt that she looked at him as if she'd met him before. He placed one hand at the side of her face and with a gentle sweep of his thumb he wiped the tear away.
"Cat... I don't know who he is..." Ben spoke softly, a soothing expression on his face, "... but if you need to forget about him, I can help you... atleast for tonight."
A weak smile shown on her beautiful face. Ben slowly leaned his face closer to hers, their lips a breath away. Her heart was racing. She would accept his invitation.
"I'd like that," Catherine whispered against his lips, then closed her eyes.
Ben pressed a gentle kiss onto her soft pillowy lips. Her lips felt exactly as he imagined they would feel and when she returned his kiss, he wasn't sure how much longer he could take things slow. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her again, a little harder this time, and when she opened her sweet mouth to him, he cradled the back of her head and pushed his tongue in, anxious to taste hers.
Cat's tongue met with Ben's, she was timid and cautious at first. Should I really be doing this? Catherine thought for a second, but as Ben's delicious tongue explored her mouth and swirled against her tongue, she had no doubts. Yes, I definitely want this. I need this. I need him tonight. Her anger at Vincent, along with the alcohol in her body, gave her the confidence to be more aggressive. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her hands holding the back of his neck and head. She pushed her tongue against his, deepening their kisses and Ben groaned his approval of her sudden voraciousness, his hands moving up and down the sides of her body.
Their physical need for each other was apparent in the hunger of their kissing, the way their open mouths pressed hard against each other, their tongues pushing and twirling together, teeth nipping, mouths pulling and sucking each other's bottom lip. Ben's hands glided over the curves of her firm round bottom then up her back following along the zipper of her dress. He found the small tab and pulled her zipper all the way down. The top of her dress fell to her waist, he tugged the rest of it down passed her ass and hips, her dress falling to a puddle of black fabric at her feet.
Cat moved her hands to the bottom hem of his t-shirt, pushing it over his torso, they broke away from their kissing so that Ben could take his shirt off and he tossed it to the floor. Cat gazed at Ben's bare chest and arms, although he indeed had a muscular build and nice abs, he wasn't as big, well-toned and sculpted as Vincent. She looked up at Ben and he was looking down at her nearly naked body, her breasts covered by her strapless black bra, her lower body covered by a skimpy barely there thin black lace panty. Cat placed her hands at the top of his shoulders and Ben looked into her eyes, his lids heavy.
"You broke your promise," she whispered.
"Promise?" he asked, brows furrowed.
"That you would you keep your hands to yourself."
Ben grinned, "I'm sorry."
Cat bit her bottom lip, then whispered, "I'm not."
They didn't need to say anything else, their hearts were racing, and their gaze mirrored each other's incredible lust, want, need, and undeniable desire they were feeling for one another. They kissed again, re-igniting their urgency for intimacy. Ben placed his hands on her hips, his fingers pressing into her soft skin as he moved his hands upward to the small of her back, then up to her bra unhooking the clasps and pulling it off of her. Immediately his hands moved to her front, squeezing her perky round breasts in his large hands. Catherine grasped his shoulders and he lowered his head, kissing her neck, her chest, the tops of her breasts. She moaned as the tip of his tongue circled one of her smooth puffy nipples causing it to peak, then taking that breast into his hot mouth, his teeth grazing her skin gently. He moved his mouth to her other breast giving it the exact same attention and Cat stuck her chest out to him, heat rising within her as she bit her bottom lip and watched his tongue trace and flick at her now tight nipple. Her breathing accelerates and her hands grip the back of his head, pulling his face impossibly closer as his mouth opens wide sucking as much of her breast flesh as he can before releasing it from his hungry mouth. He straightens up to look into her heavy-lidded eyes.
"I fucking want you," he groaned before covering her mouth with his. She pushes her tongue into his mouth signaling her consent.
Immediately, he grabs her luscious ass, lifting her up and onto him. Cat wraps her lithe legs tightly around his waist and their mouths open to each other again, their tongues swirling and dancing hungrily as he carries her to his bed.
Well hidden in the woods right outside of Ben's trailer, anger raged inside the beast, his golden eyes piercing the thick darkness of the night. He knew that if he stayed there any longer he would lose complete control of himself. He growled loudly, angrily slashing a tree deeply with his claws before blurring away back to the city.
