Page 120 of Forgotten Promise

Kailani stalked forward and grabbed him. One hand on the back of his head, forcing his face down to hers so she could kiss him. He nipped her lip; she bit him in return. It was a repeat of when she’d gone to see him in Seattle, but this time they wouldn’t stop…because John was here. He’d positioned an armchair so he had a perfect view of the bed. He was lounging in it, his legs stretched out, but his gaze sharp and watchful.

Benjamin pulled her hair so she’d stop biting his lip. Her neck arched, and he took advantage, nipping the sensitive skin below her ear. She yelped and scrambled with the fabric of his shirt, finding the center. She yanked, heard fabric tear.

“I’m wearing shirt studs,” he said, his tone slightly irritated as he released her hair.

“Pretentious ass.” She examined the shirt. Rather than the buttons popping off, since he had shirt studs in place of buttons, the fabric had torn on one side.

Benjamin’s big hands gripped the back of her dress. Kailani reached back to grab his forearms. “Don’t you—”

Benjamin yanked, his big arm muscles flexing, and her dress tore.

“Asshole,” she hissed.

“You started it.”

“I liked this dress.”

“I’ll buy you another.”

“Fuck you and your money.”

“Oh, I plan to fuck you.” Benjamin flicked the strap off her shoulder, and the ruined dress slithered to the floor, the broken zipper glinting in the dramatic lighting of the elegant bedroom.

Kailani now stood before Benjamin, naked, except for her strappy stiletto heels. If he sneered at her, or made a rude comment…

“She’s breathtaking,” Benjamin said simply, but he wasn’t talking to her. He was talking to John.

In response, Kailani reached for his shirt studs, carefully undoing them one at a time, sliding them into the pocket of Benjamin’s pants. A truce. As she did that, his hands traced her sides from hips to breasts and back down. His thumbs traced against her breasts, never quite touching her nipples.

She pushed his torn shirt off his shoulders, and then Benjamin stepped out of his pants. His cock was hard, jutting up. Both naked, they looked at one another. This naked felt soul-deep, their baggage weighing them down. Instinctively, Kailani started to turn to John, but Benjamin’s fingers closing on her nipple stopped her. She moaned as he pinched, first gently, then harder.

The quiet, soft intimacy of a moment ago was burned away in the fire of desire that slapped her.

Kailani grabbed Benjamin’s dick, curling her fingers around the base and pumping. He grunted, eyes half-lidded, and twisted her nipple. Sweet pain made her cry out. Then Benjamin was sweeping her into his arms. He didn’t lay her on the bed, he tossed her, and she bounced, barely settling before he came down on top of her.

Kailani rolled, trying to get on top, but Benjamin pinned one arm to the bed, then bent his head, taking her nipple between his teeth. He pulled, her nipple pinched and extended. She raked her free hand over his shoulder in response. He let her nipple slip from between his teeth and it was a sweet pleasure-pain.

“Again,” she demanded.

“So demanding.” Benjamin flicked her nipple with his tongue and she arched into his mouth.

Kailani wiggled her free hand between them, finding his cock where it was pressed to her hip. She gripped it, her thumb rubbing the slit. Benjamin froze, a groan of need rumbling up through him.

“So demanding,” she mocked him, rubbing the pre-come that leaked out over the soft head of his cock.

Benjamin surged up. Kneeling above her, he looked huge and dangerous. When he grabbed her hips, flipping her onto her stomach, Kailani struggled to turn back, but he held her down. She started to crawl away, so he grabbed her hips, yanking her ass up so she was on her knees, shoulders and head on the pristine white duvet.

His thumb rubbed through her folds, toying with her clit. Kailani pushed back against his hand as she got her elbows under her, preparing to push up on her hands and knees.

Benjamin’s thumb moved off her clit. “You want me to touch you there? You’ll keep your head down, ass up.”

Outrage and fierce desire ripped through her. “Asshole,” she breathed, “I don’t need you. I can get myself off.”

She reached down between her own legs, but Benjamin grabbed her arms. He forced her wrists to the small of her back. Now she had no way to hold herself up, and her head and shoulders hit the bed. She yanked against his hold.

Her reward for that was a spank. A hard swat to one ass cheek that made her yelp. Then Benjamin was circling and stroking her clit, bringing her to the edge. She ground back against his hand, but it wasn’t enough. He must have felt the same because behind her, his cock bumped against her thigh, butt, and then finally her pussy. She angled her hips, and he slid into place, his cock notched against her entrance.

Big, warm hands closed over her hips. He squeezed once, and she nodded, cheek against the bed.

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