Free Sugar Free by Sawyer Bennett Page A

across his hip and over his lower abs, pushing upward to get his chest a second time. Only because I love his chest so much. It’s a fabulous chest, well defined with a smattering of hair in the center. It’s also clean and doesn’t need my attention anymore, but I can’t help it. I love touching Beck.
    Ultimately, my mistake is when I lift my face to take a peek at his. I find him staring down at me with the most intense look I’ve ever seen. Blue eyes flashing at me like a blinking neon sign that’s advertising his emotions.
    Love.
    Lust.
    Protectiveness.
    Vulnerability.
    Yes…that last one. Him looking vulnerable.
    That gets me.
    My eyes drop back down to the washcloth and I try to speak, but my voice is raspy with emotion. I cough and try to go for a light, casual tone so he doesn’t see just how much a single look from him can move me so deeply. “Thank you for what you did for me today.”
    With lightning speed, Beck’s hand is under my chin, tilting my face up again. Same flashing signs of emotion in those ocean-blue eyes, but a new urgency there. “There isn’t anything I won’t do for you, Sela.”
    “I know,” I whisper back to him, slowly moving the cloth from his chest down his stomach.
    “I’ll do anything to ensure you never go down for that—”
    “I’ll do the same. I’ll never let you go down either.”
    He smiles at me…a bit amused at my proclamation because it impedes on his white-knight territory. “Neither one of us is going down. How ’bout that?”
    “I can live with that,” I breathe out.
    “Good,” he says, his eyes now lighting up with a different kind of look. One that makes my knees go weak. “Now how about dropping that washcloth and using your hands on me.”
    I arch an eyebrow at him but drop the cloth to the tiled floor, where it lands with a wet splat. I take his semi-hard cock in my hand and give him a squeeze. “Like this?”
    His eyes close and he licks his lower lip. “Just like that.”
    My other hand cups his balls, rolling them around and then running my finger along the delicate skin behind them. “How about this?”
    He groans. “Yeah…that’s good too.”
    “Bet my mouth would be better,” I observe as I stroke his slick skin until he’s fully hard in my hand.
    “So much better,” he agrees in a guttural voice.
    I release him, bring my hands to his waist, and turn him toward the shower bench. He blinks in surprise but lets me push him down until he’s sitting and I step in between his legs.
    “But first,” I say with a playful smile as I reach for the shampoo, “let’s get your hair washed.”
    “You know it’s dangerous to tease me like that, Sela,” he warns, and the dark promise in his voice causes a tremor to run up my spine.
    I shrug like I don’t care, but I do.
    I so care that he’s beyond turned on by me.
    I care so much about this man that I want us to consume each other completely.
    Holding the shampoo bottle in one hand and the other going to his shoulder for leverage, I haul myself onto him to straddle his lap. His straining cock bumps between my legs and I let out a quavering breath that simple, inadvertent touch causes.
    Beck’s hands come to my hips but he doesn’t try to push me down onto him. He merely holds me steady while I flip the top open from the shampoo and pour a small amount into my hand. The bottle drops to the bench and then my hands are in Beck’s wet hair, my fingers massaging his scalp and working up a lather.
    I know it feels good to him because he gives a rumbling sound of appreciation in his chest and his head falls forward until his face is pressed into my neck. I feel his mouth open and suck against me lightly, his fingers digging into the flesh at my hips.
    “That feels so good, Sela,” he murmurs as I go a little rougher in my ministrations, hoping to work out some stress and tension for him. But then he pushes down on me slightly and raises his hips; that amazingly large and hard shaft rubs