Page 69 of The Christmas Tree Farm
She brought the vibrator to her center and the image of a naked Kira in front of the fireplace pleasuring herself was sure to haunt him for the rest of his life.
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Bennett was watching her like she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Which was nice since he was currently the sexiest thing she had ever seen. He was kneeling on the mattress again, towering above her, his dark gaze never leaving her, but flicking from her face to her body to the device buzzing happily between her legs. The feel of it, of his appreciative stare, sent shivers down her body.
He’d shucked the boxers at some point and gave himself a few rough strokes as he watched her. His thick thighs trembled each time he did it and Kira licked her lips at the sight.
‘You are killing me,’ Ben groaned.
Kira smiled, moving the vibrator back and forth. She gasped, arching her back a little, suddenly wanting Bennett’s hands on her again. ‘You asked for it.’
He chuckled, low and deep, scratching a hand through the dark hair on his chest. ‘True. I did.’ He thrust into his hand again and Kira whimpered. She was close, but she wanted more.
‘You didn’t happen to bring a condom, did you?’
The cocky smirk returned. ‘I did.’
Kira couldn’t help her laugh, dropping her hand and her little buzzy friend to the side. ‘You came to my Christmas-tree farm with a condom in your pocket?’
‘Two. In my wallet.’
‘You cocky bastard.’
He let go of his erection to lean over her again, caging her in. ‘I tried to pretend I was going to stay away from you.’ His lips brushed over hers. ‘But I can’t.’ His nose ran along hers. ‘Don’t want to. Ilikeyou, Peaches.’
Kira swallowed.
‘Get the condom,’ she said, her voice somewhere between breathy and bossy. Bennett’s grin grew.
She only had about thirty seconds to think while he was up and fishing through the wallet he’d left on the coffee table while his jeans were in the drier. Only a mere thirty seconds to consider that she liked this man more than any other, maybe ever, and that he liked her and that this sex so far was off the charts and that inevitably it would suck when he left. Which he was going to do. And then she would be alone again, but somehow even more alone because she’d have the memory of this day to look back on and miss.
But then he was back, and he was big and warm and safe and it was hard to remember that he would leave and she would be sad. It was hard to remember that this whole thing was just for today.
It was hard to remember anything but Bennett.
‘Spread your legs for me,’ he rasped, and she did it, loving that he was taking charge again, that his big hands were digging into her hips, and that he had listened to her. He wasn’t treating her like she would break. He made her feel strong.
Instead, he pushed into her, both of them groaning when he did.
‘Goddamn, Kira,’ he growled. ‘You feel so damn good.’ He thrust into her again and again, and the heat from the fire and Bennett’s body coursed through her.
‘So do you,’ she purred. ‘So good.’
He paused, kissing her neck, his body pinning her to the mattress. ‘Where is it?’ he asked.
‘Where is what?’ What was he looking for? She already knew he didn’t need directions to the exact spot she needed him––
His hand fumbled around in the blankets next to them. ‘Here!’ He held up the forgotten vibrator in triumph. He put it in her hand. ‘Use it.’
He pushed away from her, angling her hips up with him. Shallow thrusts that she felt down to her toes.
‘Holy shit.’
He grinned. ‘I know. Now use it.’
She pressed the vibrator until it turned on and then held it to her clit while Ben kept thrusting and … she wasn’t a religious woman but was anyone else hearing a choir of angels singing?
‘Oh, God,’ she gasped, gripping tight to Ben’s forearm. ‘Oh. My. God.’
