Page 32 of Love In The Shadows

He grinned. “You are one sexy ass woman.”

“And you are one sexy ass man. Now, fuck me.”

“We’re gonna have to get you out of this skirt. Damn thing’s too tight. Which, don’t get me wrong—I can appreciate your ass in a tight skirt every day—just not now.”

I laughed and twisted in my seat to reveal the thin zipper on the side. With expert precision, Bennett flicked open the clasp at the top, lowered it, and I shimmied out of it. Once he stripped it away, Bennett slipped his fingers beneath the wet panties and stroked my pussy.

“Fuck!” I gasped and dropped my head back against the seat. Bennett’s fingers were like magic, working my clit as though he could read my mind—or my body. He knew me well.

Stars burst behind my eyes as he slipped a finger deep inside of me. I bucked my hips wildly, aching for more. Just a little bit more. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my moans.

“Baby, open your eyes, let me see you,” Bennett said, his voice thick and husky.

My eyes fluttered open and locked on his. My own lust-drunk look reflected back at me. “I’m so—so—close. Baby, I’m gonna?—”

Bennett grinned and caressed my G-spot with quick flutters. “I know, baby. I know what you like.” His thumb moved over my clit, and my whispered pleas turned to a moan as his fingers fucked me—hard and desperate.

I collapsed on the seat, my breath coming in quick heaves as I recovered from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. My eyes rolled open again, and I smiled to find Bennett watching me intently. Once he had my attention, he raised his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean. He closed his eyes. “Damn, baby. So sweet.”

My cheeks went hot.

“This is a nice view,” he said, dragging his eyes down my half-exposed body and then out to the gazillion light below. “But I think we need a little more space for what I have in mind next.”

A shudder of anticipation rolled over my warm skin. “Oh yeah?”

He laughed. “Uh-huh. So why don’t you buckle that sweet little ass into your seat, and we’ll go back to my place.”

We crashed through the door to Bennett’s hotel room, and I barely had a chance to look around before he was back on me, his lips against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, and his strong arms locked around me. He was making one thing clear—I was his for the night.

Maybe longer—hopefully, forever.

I hated the idea of leaving the city, but it would be worth it if it meant being with Bennett again.

His lips moved to the side of my neck, and a moan escaped me as he hit my sweet spot, sending tingles radiating down my body. He loosened my hair and wove a hand through it, tugging my head back slightly to allow him better access to my neck, collarbone, and cleavage. My nails dug into his shoulder when his tongue flicked over the sensitive place between my breasts. My nipples were hard, straining to be freed, to be against Bennett’s hot skin.

I didn’t have to wait long; we were obviously on the same page. He stripped my shirt from me and threw it to the floor. His hands were all over me. My bra was gone in an instant, and then he worked on the zipper of my skirt as his lips devoured my tits.

“I’m so wet,” I panted, clinging to him for dear life.

“I’m counting on it, babe.”

I smirked as my skirt hit the floor. Bennett’s hand moved under the elastic waist of my panties. “Oh, shit!”

“Mmm, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

He scooped me up, and my legs wrapped around his lean waist as he carried me to the bed. He tossed me on the edge, and I arched back as his face went between my breasts. He licked each nipple, sucking and nibbling until I was squirming.

“Bennett, please!” I pushed his shoulders, trying to get his face down my body.

“Lick it, baby. I want you to taste me.”

He smiled at me, ready to go down, but I changed my mind and started tugging on his shirt. He stripped and moved over me. My thighs clenched his hip, the rough feel of his jeans scratching me. His bulging hard-on was pressed against me, and I was burning with heat all over again. My fingers were clumsy and awkward as I tugged at the fly on his jeans.

“Hey, let me get that.”

Bennett left me long enough to finish stripping down, and I watched him with wide, hungry eyes as he removed his jeans and stepped out of his black boxer briefs.

“Damn, you’re so fucking hot!” I groaned. “Come fuck me.”

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