Page 5 of Fall In Love With Me (Fall In Love Again)

I’m all too aware of the tension. It’s palpable as it surrounds us.

He could stop it, I could too. I imagine if I pushed the clipboard into his chest and turned around, retreating to my bedroom and closing the door, I’d be met with a rush of cool air that would rid this lust-filled haze that’s come over me.

But there’s not an ounce of me that wants that.

My feet stay firmly planted and when his hand wraps around the clipboard, his thumb brushes against my skin. It’s instant fire. He keeps it there, not making any effort at all to take the signed form from me.

It’s not the first time his hand brushed against mine but the last time was senior year. I vaguely recall blaming the heat I felt from the innocent moment on underage drinking and overactive hormones. The music that blared seemed to fade into the background, and everything stilled. But I passed him as quickly as I could in the hallway of a friend’s house and avoided him the rest of the night.

This time, though, we’re not kids. There’s nothing to blame for this tension.

And my bed is only feet away.

“I think—”His gaze drops from mine to my lips before the words slip from his own. “Fuck it,” he murmurs and leans forward, landing a single kiss. His lips mold to mine and my back arches, deepening our touch.

Fire lights up every nerve ending in me. He steps forward, a hand on my waist, guiding me to the wall beside my door. My back hits the flat surface and he kisses me again. A mewl escapes me as my breasts press against him and a warmth builds between my legs.

I’ve never felt so needy in my life. I nearly say it, I nearly admit to this man what he does to me.

He’s been gone for years, yet in one moment he’s back and I’m weak for him. His stubble drags up my neck as he leaves openmouthed kisses, trailing up to the shell of my ear where he whispers. His warm breath leaves goosebumps down my shoulder and pebbles my already hard nipples.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you right here.”

“Right here?” I echo, teasing him as I rest my head against the wall and stare up at him. I don’t know how I have it in me to do anything other than beg him to have his way with me. There isn’t a part of me that wants to prolong this moment, yet I stare back at him with equal desire and let my hand glide over the fabric of his shirt. My fingers slip under the hem easily and run through a smattering of chest hair. His masculine scent consumes me as he leans in closer.

My own chest rises and falls chaotically with each unsteady breath.

“For fuck’s sake, Bree,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around mine and steadying it against him. “Right here, right fucking now.”

The words slip out without conscious consent and I tell him, “Fuck me wherever you want.” I’m barely finished saying the words before the clipboard drops to the ground and Bennet’s hands have pinned me to the wall. His lips are hungrily pressed to mine.

A gasp escapes as he engulfs every inch of me.

His large hands cup my ass and the moment I’m aware of the contact, I’m lifted in his arms. Holding on to his shoulders, I let out a short chuckle of surprise but I’m instantly cut off. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, his other arm bracing me as he devours me, leaving no room for amusement. The only teasing done is by his cock rocking against my heat. My eyes widen as I realize he’s hard and the way he’s pressed against me, he feels massive.

I’m brought to the ground, laid on my back and given a moment to breathe. As he pulls his shirt over his head, I unbutton my dress and slide it off, revealing the lacy set beneath it. His eyes darken with lust the moment he sees me laid bare beneath him.

My heart pounds in anticipation as his gaze rakes down my body, then back up.

I can barely breathe as he braces a hand on either side of my hips and commands me to remove the rest. My bra is first. All he does is watch, his gaze hungry and his breath quickening. It’s only then I see just how built Bennet is. His large shoulders are curved with muscle. His arms corded and his chest divine. He’s the epitome of a tanned sex god. Tall, dark and handsome never did him justice. The man is ripped like a hunter and staring back at me like I’m his prey.

“And these,” he says, his intense stare lowering to between my legs. With a single finger, he drags his touch up the center of my core and commands, “Off.”

As I slip the lacy panties down my thighs, he stays right where he is, towering over me, telling me to go slower and kissing along my curves as I move. As my breasts near his face, he sucks a nipple into his mouth and that bit of contact is everything.

The pleasure, the cool air against it when he’s done … fucking everything.

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.

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