Page 785 of Hell Hath No Fury
“I was going to say the same to you,” I answer in appreciation. His stubble is just right and I can already feel it gently scratching the crook of my neck as he takes me again tonight.
I can’t help the sweet hint of soreness that comes from clenching my thighs at the thought or the blush that rises to my cheeks.
He sees it and I’m not sure if it’s the blush or the clenching, but either way he grins as he steps inside, leaving the dusk of the spring night to fall behind us.
He stops at the sight of Chinese food lined up on the counter, plates already set. In the last week we’ve practically shared every trivia question imaginable about each other and I know lo mein and pepper steak are his favorite.
“I thought maybe I could feed you for your trouble.”
As he’s staring at dinner, I take the bottle of wine from him with both hands and make my way to the cabinet for the wine opener. “Oh, it’s a miracle by the way,” I tell him, looking over my shoulder as I reach up and notice how he’s watching my ass. “The microwave seems just fine now.” I smirk at him and he just shakes his head.
“You’re going to run out of appliances soon, Bree baby,” he murmurs, standing right where he is, staring at me in a way that only makes me hot.
Bree baby.My body heats at that little nickname he has for me. He’s got me flustered most of the day, but come night and I’m a wreck just for him. So much so, I set the first glass down a little too hard. It doesn’t break but it’s loud and I let out a little gasp.
“You need help?” he asks and doesn’t wait for an answer, coming up behind me, his chest to my back, an arm on either side of me. He lowers his lips to the shell of my ear and then teases me, “Next thing you know, you’re going to break the wine opener and it will be a real emergency for me to come over.”
With a gentle laugh, I ease back into him. Even though he seems dead set on opening that bottle of wine, I reach up splaying my fingers through his hair and lock my lips on his. His chest rumbles against my back as he groans in satisfaction, sweeping his tongue across the seam of my lips, urging me to part them for him and I do. Eagerly and hungrily, I deepen the kiss and ignore the click of the wine opener falling on the counter as I turn in his arms and let the kiss consume me.
The kiss and touch I’ve been thinking about all day.
It’s everything I’ve always dreamed of. I’m starting to think he may really be my happily ever after.
These feelings are dangerous. To know you’re falling and not want to stop … that’s how you set yourself up for heartbreak. And yet, as I fall back into his embrace, I’d willingly hand over whatever Bennet wanted. If he keeps holding me, kissing me, and wanting me like he does, I would give him whatever he asked for.
“Bree,” he says and breathes between us.
“Yeah, I’m going to need you to keep these heels on while I fuck you tonight,” he murmurs in the crook of my neck before lifting me in his arms. Letting out a squeal, I can’t help smiling into his shoulder as he nips the lobe of my ear, carrying me into the living room and never stopping the kisses along my neck.
* * *
Bennet
Her curves are tempting, her amused gasps and lust-filled moans addictive, but it’s that look in her eyes that gets me every time. Her vulnerability mixed with desire. She gives all of herselfto me and I can’t get enough. I’m drunk on her every night and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
With an arm bracing her back, I lay her down on the sofa and she’s already started undressing herself. I love it when she takes it slow, but hell, I’ve wanted her all damn day so she can rip off these clothes if she’d like. Still, kissing down her neck I tease her by asking, “Needy tonight, aren’t you?”
She writhes under me and I watch goosebumps travel down her shoulder from my peppered kisses. Her nipples are already hard and I waste no time moving to them, sucking as I knead her breasts.
Her inhale is sharp and her legs spread easily for me as I go about devouring every inch of her. I have to help her pull her pants off as she lifts her ass off the sofa, careful to keep those heels in place. The sofa groans as I stand up to undress, kicking off my shoes first while I stare down at her. A gorgeous delight with fuck-me heels and doe eyes.
Damn, how did I get so lucky?
With her teeth sinking into her bottom lip she leans forward to unbutton my dress slacks and I let her take control, watching her as she takes my already hard cock out and licks along my slit. A shiver runs up my spine with the teasing touch.
I let her play, hollowing her cheeks and sucking me down, taking me in deeper and deeper until the head of my cock is pressed against the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Bree,” I groan before letting my head fall back. The sight of her and the feel of her warm mouth are going to get me off if I don’t take control.
“Lay down and spread your legs for me,” I command and she’s eager to obey. Her lips are swollen already and a gorgeous cherry color as she lays back. Exactly how I want her.
With two fingers I play with her slit, spreading her arousal to her clit and rubbing there teasingly. “Already wet for me,” I tease her.
“Mm-hmm,” she murmurs.
“You need me to fuck you, Bree?”
“Yes.” She barely manages the single word as I strum faster. She could come undone just like this. I make it faster, though, slipping two fingers inside of her, curving them and finger fucking her with my palm pressed against her clit with each deep stroke.
