Page 65 of Extended Bridge

He stalks toward me, stopping when our toes nearly touch. “Yes.”

My breathing picks up at how he devours me with his gaze. He doesn’t move, simply stands in front of me, his body heat warming me from the inside out. I never had any intention of using the key Luke got for me anyway.

I can’t maintain my false bravado. “Alrighty then.” With trembling hands, I lift my shirt over my head.

Bennett grabs my hips and slams our bodies together. His mouth kisses the side of my neck where it meets my shoulder. “Your scent of bourbon and vanilla, topped with Jenna perfection, has been driving me nuts all night.” His lips capture mine.

His own woodsy cologne amps me up. I raise to my tiptoes, sliding my bra covered breasts against his hard chest and entangling my fingers in his silky hair. His hands drop around to my butt and I leap up to wrap my legs around his waist—before remembering why I’m on this tour in the first place.

“Let me down.” I don’t move my legs for fear of aggravating his injury.

He squeezes me. “Not a chance in hell.” He walks across the living room area of the suite, toward the closed door to the bedroom.

I remain pliant in his strong arms, the only logical thing I can do. However, I can’t stop myself from kissing across his square jaw.

When he stops moving, he bends his knees until my feet are flat on the floor. “Now let’s take care of this, shall we?” Before I know what he’s talking about, the sound of my bra unclipping echoes throughout the bedroom. His palms cover my bare breasts. “Perfection.”

The next thing I know, we’re both half naked and horizontal onthe hotel’s very luxurious and very large bed. I want to be united with Bennett more than any other person in my life, but the physical therapist in me makes one last gasp. “One more day.”

He growls. “We’ve made it this far, twenty-four more hours won’t kill us. I still have many more ways to make you come undone without being inside you.” He slides my pants down my legs.

God, I love this man.

Everything comes to a screeching halt around me, even though Bennett’s busy laving my nipple.

“Bennett.” My entire body’s wound tighter than one of Coop’s guitar strings.

He lifts his head from my chest. “I’m all yours, Sweetheart.”

This is it. The opening—as it were—I need. I open my mouth.

Someone knocks on the hotel room door.

Chapter Sixteen

Iblink at the noise, trying to understand what I’m hearing. Bennett doesn’t acknowledge it, merely crawls on top of me. Our lips clash in an out-of-control dance.

The knocking morphs into banging. Even the doorbell—who knew hotel rooms have doorbells?—rings several times. Bennett’s fingers skim down to the top of my thigh.

A voice wafts in from the hallway. “Bennett, open up. I know you’re in there!”

My boyfriend collapses on top of me.

The assault on the door continues.

“Luke,” Bennett sighs, then focuses on me. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back as soon as I kick the dickwad’s ass.”

Luke bangs again.

“Fuck!” Bennett jumps away from me, adjusts his jeans, and exits the bedroom. The door remains slightly ajar.

On the comfy bed, a smile plays around my lips. Our interruption doesn’t dim my light spirit. I love this man, and he loves me. Or is it the other way around? My hands stretch above my head, and Iperform snow angels above the comforter as I hear the front door open and close.

Bennett grouses, “What the fuck do you want?”

“I’ll let you get back to whomever—or whomevers—are in your bedroom in a sec. I need to ask you if you know where Jenna is. She’s not in her room.”

At the sound of my name, I sit straight up. Why is the band’s manager looking for me?

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