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He teases me with peppered kisses, keeping our physical contact limited to those brief touches. It’s too much yet, at the same time, not enough.
“Spread your legs for me,” he murmurs while impatience takes over. I yelp as his broad shoulders push my legs apart wider and he buries his head between my thighs. He angles me, grips my tender flesh and takes a languid taste from my opening all the way up my folds. There’s zero hesitation on his part and the sound of pure delight vibrates up his chest.
His tongue flicks against my clit and the sudden contact makes my back bow and my hips buck. With his hand splayed on my stomach, he keeps me where he wants me, forcing me to stay still.
His eyes peer up at me as he confesses with a barely contained grin, “You have no idea how long I have waited to taste you.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, and thank fuck for that because this man wanting me is enough to leave me speechless. As he massages his tongue against my clit, I’m barely aware that he’s undone his jeans and kicked them off. It’s only as I cry out in pleasure, my fingers slipping through his dark hair as I rock myself against him, that I catch him stroking himself. With his large hand wrapped around his length, the size of him is intimidating. His hand rolls over the head of his cock and my mouth parts slightly as my bottom lip drops.
Holy fuck.
He sucks my clit and I writhe beneath him until small pleas slip from me, begging him to fuck me. I can’t help it. With my neck arched back and pleasure rippling through me, all I want is for him to slam inside of me and take me exactly how I always wanted him to.
And in a single movement, it’s exactly what he does. Filling me, stretching me and pinning me beneath him as he waits for me to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, Bree,” he groans in unadulterated satisfaction and I lose all composure. My head falls against the floor and he takes advantage of my position to kiss my neck. He drags his teeth down my sensitized skin, one hand working my breasts, kneading them, pinching and plucking my hardened peaks. The other slips down between us and he ruthlessly rubs my clit. Without mercy and ignoring my gasps as pleasure builds in my lower stomach.
Every thrust pushes deeper inside of me, giving a hint of pain that’s quickly drowned out by the overwhelming ecstasy. It rises and rises, and a cold sweat breaks out along my skin.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs and I’m silent, unable to respond as it all paralyzes me.
My nails dig into his skin as my release courses through me and my heels dig into his ass. My toes curl and my back arches as waves consume me. All the while Bennet thrusts harder and faster, chasing his own release and heightening mine.
I’m brought to a second climax, this one coming faster and harder than the first before I can even catch my breath.
He groans against the crook of my neck as he loses himself. I feel every pulse of him inside of me and it only prolongs my pleasure.
As I lay there limp beneath him, the reality slowly slips in. Oh my God, what did we just do? I try not to think of it, I try to play it off before he can even say anything.
Out of breath and flushed, I hand him his shirt and then reach for my dress, covering myself.
“So eager you didn’t even make it to the bed,” I tease.
With his fingers on my chin, he tilts my head up so I’m staring back into his steely gaze. There’s a moment, a flicker ofsomething between us that forces everything in me to still except my racing heart. He smirks, letting the rough pad of his thumb trail over my bottom lip and it’s then that I realize, he knows exactly what he does to me. His deep cadence teases back, “How about we take it there next time?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Bennet
It’s not every day you risk your job and a fresh start at life to sleep with an old crush. My lips kick up as my keys jingle and I unlock my front door to the ranch house I’m renting from Steve until I find my feet here back home on steady ground. The crickets are out and other than the sound of Derek’s car driving off, their chirps fill up the night.
A few beers in at the bar with the guys and I finally told them I might be seeing someone. Might be. But I wouldn’t say who. All because of one thing she said as I was on my way out.
The door pushes open and I flick the light on, kicking off my boots and still feeling the buzz of both beer and Bree.
Her blush, her simper, the way her hand laid flat against my chest as she got up on her tiptoes to kiss me sweetly before scooting me out the door.
“Don’t tell anyone,” she whispered, those gorgeous light blue eyes peering up at me. That one little comment as I pulled open the front door has lingered all night.
From the time I left, to right freaking now. I don’t get why no one can know.
I’ve never been anyone’s secret and all night long at the bar, I had to restrain myself from asking my friends about her.
What she’s been doing … who she’s been doing.
Reaching in my back pocket I pull out my phone before it burns a hole there. She has my number and I have hers, and eight hours since leaving her house, she hasn’t texted me.
The Bree I used to know was sweet and smart, talkative with a contagious laugh. Everything feels right, but that one little statement is so far off from how I remember her.
