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to cover shows?" I ask him with a bit too much excitement in my voice. God, I must look like a preteen teeny bopper, fan-girling! Breathe, Tess, just breathe.
    He walks back over to the sofa and takes a seat. "I get to interview the rock bands. I have a column every month and each one is dedicated to one of the bands and shows. I get to review the setup, the crowd, and conduct an interview."
    Take me now! "Holy crap, that's insanely awesome! Wait! No…no way are you THE Ben Mitchell!" Yup, I look pathetic...
    "The one and only, babe," he says with a wink.
    Oh my, I think I just soaked my black panties. How can he turn me on with just a few words, and an eye movement?
    He licks his lips. I wanna do that… "Look, I think I am avoiding why I came here tonight, why after seeing you in the class, and flipping out on you earlier…I am sorry again for that by the way." And he's still avoiding it…
    "Ben, why are you here? And would you stop apologizing?"
    He lets out a throaty moan. Oh my… "I want you. I want you so bad, it actually hurts. I am physically aching for you." His eyes are slits and he's leaning in closer to me.
    I am too in shock to say anything. No man has ever come out and said that he wanted me before. They just typically get grabby. No, I don't want to think about that right now. I can't.
    We make our way back to my red sofa. He puts his hand on my knee and starts to talk again, but all I can hear is the sound of my pulse in my ears. "Ben, I have never been so attracted to a man like I am to you. You don't know how confusing that is for me. My body is telling me to rip my clothes off and tear you out of yours, but my mind is telling me to take it slow." And honestly, I want my body to win this battle.
    He nods his head. "I understand that, more than you know. I am used to fucking a girl and leaving right after. I haven't been on a real date since high school, for fuck's sake."
    "But why are you telling me this? You just told me you wanted me and now you're telling me up front that you plan on 'fucking' me and leaving? How does that work out for you exactly?" I can feel my face getting hot with anger.
    He shakes his head and throws his long fingers through his hair. "You don't get it. I want to take you out. I want to show you my place. I want to make love to you, NOT fuck you. You are more than just a fuck or any one-night stand."
    Oh .
    He brings his right hand up to my cheek and then his left. "Do you understand that?" I nod. "Good, because I am going to kiss you now, then I am going to stop, because I want to make damn sure you want me to do it again. There's no rush with us." I don't say a word.
    He leans in slowly, watching for my reaction, I think. Maybe seeking my permission? He pulls away ever so slightly to look me in the eyes. I look back and then I close them. The next thing I know I feel his warm velvety lips on mine, moist from licking them out of frustration. Soft tender kisses. He begins to push a little more firmly, and I return with intensity. He must have liked it, because his hands are wrapped around the back of my head, in my hair. His lips part and I feel the tip of his tongue flick my top lip, enticing it to part with its bottom partner. I don't hesitate; I oblige by opening my mouth to him. He tastes like honey, sweet and smooth, just like his light accent. His tongue is exploring mine and my mouth sends a wave of heat down between my thighs. I grasp the back of his neck and pull slightly at his hair, and a low growl escapes his throat.
    He pushes me down on my back, separating my legs with his knees. I can feel every hard inch of his toned body against mine. I feel how excited he is when he pushes a little harder at the apex of my thighs, making me even more excited. I want to feel him, I want to know how warm he is and how soft his skin is. I have never touched a man skin to skin in my life. I had no deep thriving desire to until I met Ben. Yes I was attracted to other guys in high