Page 86 of Extended Bridge

“You have no idea, Sweetheart. Now hand them over.” He opens and closes his hand several times.

I take a deep breath and slide them down my still-booted feet. “Here you go.”

His response is to sniff, then rub his face around them. “Damn. So sweet.” He tosses them on top of his own underwear. He stares at my boots. “I like those too, but they’ll be in the way when your legs are around my waist.”

I bend down and unlace them, taking my time to remove one boot, then the other, and tossing the socklets on the floor. When I stand, I’m as bare as he is. I lick my lips.

“Come here, beautiful.” His arms encircle my body, and our kiss is so hot it could scorch the walls. Bennett steals my breath, as well as all rational thoughts. I’m reduced to a quivering mass of feelings, all of which are being directed by him. As if on stage leading the band, he’s running this interlude like a master conductor.

“I want this to last,” he murmurs against my ear.

“Sounds good, so long as you don’t reinjure yourself.”

He pulls back. “I don’t know. If I get hurt again, you’d have to stay with us on tour longer. It might be incentive for me to be reckless.”

I tap the center of his chest, capturing his necklace for a moment. “Not so fast. Who knows what injury you could do to yourself? You’d have more doctors involved. Maybe I couldn’t give you therapy for whatever you hurt.”

“I love it when you talk PT to me. You make me sweat.”

I curl my arms around his broad shoulders, loving the way the muscles beneath his tatted arms dance. “Message received.”

“Good. And here’s another message for you—I’m going to give you five orgasms tonight.”

Five? “Don’t set such a high bar. I’ll be thrilled with one so long as it’s from you.”

“Believe me, we’re both going to remember this night for years. Now, get on that bed and open your legs. I want to see the goods.”

“The goods?”

In response, he growls.

Deciding to let it go—for now—I get on top of the bed and lie on my back. My legs are yanked apart by the impatient lead singer.

“There. Not so hard, was it?”

My gaze flicks down his torso to his cock pointing at his belly button. “Looks hard to me.”

“Damn, woman.” He flings himself onto the bed and crawls up to me on his hands and knees. He sucks his index finger. Then, gaze locked with mine, he inserts it into my body causing me to arch my back. A second finger joins the first, plunging in and out.

“Oh,” I cry out, my head thrashing on the pillow.

He chuckles. “Like that?”

In response, I bite my bottom lip. I’ve never been this turned on so quickly, yet he has me squirming in no time flat. When his thumb rubs my clit, an orgasm detonates in my body.

I don’t have time to recover at all when his tongue laps at my still-throbbing pussy. “You’re so sweet. The reason I call you Sweetheart,” he admits.

I can’t comprehend what he’s saying, since his tongue is doing magical things to me. It’s as if my first orgasm rolled into another. And another.

Covered in sweat, the back of my hand pushes my hair off my face. I’m sure the curls are a mess now, but I can’t summon any energy to care. “Bennett,” I begin. All of my bones have sunk into the bed, taking my two remaining brain cells with them.

He sits on his haunches, wearing only a delicious smirk. “I like it when I can reduce you to only saying my name.”

“Bennett,” I try again.

He laughs. “Yeah, just like that.”

My arm extends toward his body, but he’s too far away. “I want to touch you.”Five words in a row. A new record.

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