Page 8 of Enemies with Benefits

‘There are other ways, Wren.’ I pulled her closer, trailed my lips over her jaw until I reached her ear. ‘Let me make you come with my mouth. I want to taste you on my tongue. Lick you dry. You want to be transported? I can’t do it with my cock but I can give you a little relief. Don’t you want that?’

For a moment, she wavered, on the verge of calling quits on this madness. Selfishly, I didn’t want to let her.

‘I will eat you out for as long as you want me to. Think about how much I’ll suffer while you do. You get to ride my face while you torture the hell out of me,’ I invited.

Her fingers clenched harder into my skin. ‘Yes,’ she responded breathlessly. ‘Please. Yes.’

Satisfied that I had her back in the moment with me, I caught the soft fabric of her jumpsuit between my fingers, careful not to wrinkle the material. Normally I wouldn’t care but she had to return to a party filled with gossip-hungry guests and a mother she was clearly locked in tense disagreement with. I didn’t want to draw any more attention to what we’d been doing than necessary.

I trailed my lips back to hers and kissed her hard before releasing her. ‘Take this thing off for me,’ I instructed.

Soft hands drifted down my forearms and wrists and covered mine for a second before she complied. I stepped back, eager for a snapshot of her leaning against her favourite hedge, undressing for me.

When she stepped out of the jumpsuit, I re-draped my jacket over her shoulders to keep her warm.

Call me primitive but the sight of her in my clothing threatened to undo me. With her hair loose and straight and falling around her face, her upper body almost lost in my coat and her lower half almost exposed to the elements, she was breathtaking. Her legs alone were worth an extra minute of worship. But it was cold, and we couldn’t stay out here for ever.

With more than a throb of regret, I stepped forward and trailed the backs of my hands up her inner thighs. She gave a soft gasp and quivered. My gaze raced up from her thighs to her face, unwilling to lose a second of her reaction. Her lips were parted, her eyes hooded but not shut. She watched my hand draw closer to where her pussy was hidden behind a layer of sexy black lace.

‘Open your legs wider.’

Her gaze rose and caught on mine for a second before she obeyed, widening her stance until I could fit my closed fist at the juncture of her thighs. Slowly I dragged my knuckle lightly against her flesh; from where she was hot and sodden to the swollen nub pushing against the fabric.

She gasped again, thicker, louder, her breath a puff of vapour in the air between us. I repeated the action. She caught her lips between her teeth and moaned.

‘You like that?’

She gave a jerky nod, her gaze once again dropping to follow my hand. On the next turn her hips rolled, her body chasing the exquisite sensation. I felt her grow hotter, wetter with need.

‘More,’ she moaned on the next pass.

‘Look at me, Wren.’

Her gaze rose. Defiant fire and deep arousal. God, what a combination. I cupped her chin to hold her gaze, then I slipped my fingers beneath her panty line.

A wet, decadent sound wrapped itself around her gasp as I inserted two fingers inside her. She was hot. And wet. And so damned tight. For the first time in my life I wondered how it would feel to fuck a woman bareback. To replace my fingers with my cock and experience that snug channel sucking me in.

Her hips moved and she gave a greedy little moan. Slowly, I withdrew and pushed back inside her. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes glazed.

‘You’re gorgeous when you’re lost in pleasure. Do you want more, Wren?’

Without replying, she shifted her stance wider, wrapped her hand around my wrist and directed my movements, pressing my fingers inside her.

‘I’ll take that as a yes?’

Despite the rampant arousal coursing through her, her eyes flashed at me, reminding me that beyond this temporary haven of her maze our families detested each other. That she was using me simply because I was here. That any man who happened to be in her vicinity at the right time would probably have done?

No. Every cell in my body rejected that idea.

‘Either you’re too turned on to speak or you’re attempting to make this a party for one.’ I resisted her when she attempted to hasten my movements. I slowed down, then pressed my thumb against her engorged clit. She shuddered hard, and a hoarse cry broke from her lips. ‘Which one is it, Wren?’

‘I... I...’

I moved my thumb again and another cry ripped free. ‘Do you want me to make you come, baby?’

She hesitated for a mutinous second. Then nodded frantically.‘Yes,’she hissed.

‘Then I want to hear exactly how you want it. And I want you to say my name when you do.’ I hoped she wasn’t dating anyone, but hell if I was going to be a replacement for some absent arsehole.

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