her one chance to have sex, in twenty years. Maybe she’d never have sex again. She’d die a shriveled up old lady who hadn’t had sex in sixty years. Maybe longer.
Paige jumped and Liv nearly screamed when the room phone rang. Who called anyone on hotel phones anymore? Paige picked it up.
“Hello, yeah, good morning. Yep, she’s right here.”
“It’s him,” she mouthed silently.
“Huh?”
“It’s Ben,” she said out loud this time, her hand covering the receiver.
“Oh.”
“Here, take it,” Paige shoved the phone in her direction.
“Good morning.”
“Good morning yourself. I slept longer than I meant to. Actually I didn’t sleep much at all, your fault you know. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Then when I finally drifted off it was nearly sunrise. I just woke up and realized I missed my chance to have breakfast with you this morning.”
“Actually, you didn’t. Paige just woke me up too.”
“Did you dream about me last night Liv?”
Silence.
“Liv? Are you there?”
“Mmm hmm.”
“And? Tell me what you dreamt about.”
“Not a chance.”
“I’ll try to get it out of you over breakfast. How soon can you be ready?”
“Um, I don’t know. I should probably see what Paige is doing for breakfast.”
Liv looked over to see Paige waving her hands and shaking her head no. “Go. Go with him. I have a meeting.”
“Oh. Paige has a meeting, so I guess I could be ready in a half hour.”
“Okay, I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Wait. What? I just said it would take me a half hour to get ready.”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna help.”
Silence. He’d hung up.
“What? What’s going on? You know, you’re supposed to tell your best friend what’s going on. I shouldn’t have to force it out of you.”
“He’ll be here in ten minutes. He’s going to help me get ready.”
Somehow Paige had managed to get dressed while Liv was on the phone with Ben. She’d even put on makeup and her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail.
“How did you do that? Five minutes ago you got out of the shower, and now you’re ready to go. And you look good. How?”
Paige picked up her bag and briefcase and nearly ran in the direction of the door. “See you later,” she said as the door closed behind her.
“Wait! When? When will I see you later?” Too late. She was gone. Liv would have to text her.
Oh no! Ben was on his way. She hadn’t brushed her teeth, did she have time to jump in the shower? She had to at least try.
When she got out she could hear him pounding on the door. He barged in as she opened it, grabbing her and lifting her in his arms as though she didn’t weigh a thing.
His hands went to the sash on her robe and instinctively her hands rested over his. “Liv, I’m sorry, last night I told you I wouldn’t push, but please, I can’t keep my hands off of you.”
“Don’t. I don’t want you to.”
“You don’t want me to what?”
“I don’t want you to keep your hands off of me.”
With a growl he untied the sash and slid the robe off her shoulders. “Christ, look at you. Want you, can’t think I want you so much.”
He lifted her off her feet and spun her around, setting her down with the back of her knees at the foot of the bed.
Ben reached behind him and pulled his T-shirt over his head. Their hands met at his belt, both trying to loosen it.
“Hurry,” she heard herself plead.
He slid off his jeans. They stood before each other naked. His lips started working their way down her body. She arched against him.
He knew he was being rough, going too fast. He wanted to slow down, but he couldn’t bring himself to. He stopped and breathed her in. He could feel her trembling. He brought his mouth back up to hers. Softer, slower this time. He wanted to savor her, not devour her.
Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as he grasped her face between his hands. “Liv, I want to be inside you.”
She fell back on the bed and scooted herself