Chapter 17
Zoe
Bennett carries me into his bedroom and uses his elbow to flick on the lights. He deposits me in the middle of the bed.
“You sure about this?” he asks, holding himself above me.
I buck my hips toward him. “Yes. Very sure.”
I want this man so badly; I’m trembling with need.
The last few times I struggled to fall asleep—or woke up in the middle of the night—I was careful not to go downstairs. Just in case.
But tonight, when I heard him moving around down there, my heart beat with anticipation. Too much anticipation to resist.
He lowers his body onto mine, and I gasp at the feel of his erection between my thighs. I’ve been getting myself off to fantasies of him, but I know the real thing will be even better.
Yes, the lack of kissing is a little disappointing, but that’s okay. Bennett intends to fuck me, and that’s what I crave the most.
“Do you have condoms?” I ask. “If not, I have some in—”
“Yes.”
“I’ve been tested since…you know…and everything was fine.” Which was a relief.
“Me too. Since the last time I was with someone.”
And with that, he gets down to business. He pulls my T-shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor.
“You’re very beautiful, Zoe,” he says, and his solemn tone is delightful.
He drops his mouth to my breast, and I cry out as his tongue swirls around my nipple. When his hand massages my other breast, I squirm against him. I slip my hands into his hair, needing to touch him.
“Please.” I can’t form any other syllable.
He raises his head, and his fingertips slide under my waistband. “I can’t concentrate at work. I keep thinking of you wearing nothing under that little red hood.”
I wish I could climb into his fantasies.
“I wanted you to fuck me last weekend,” I say.
“I wanted that, too.”
I swear his hand is shaking as he slides it lower, and his gaze never leaves mine. When his fingers brush between my legs, he hisses out a breath.
“You’re so wet,” he says.
I nod urgently. I need more.
Slowly, his middle finger enters me.
“Oh.” I buck against him.
His lips curve upward, and he adds a second finger. I twist my hips. It feels so good, but I want more. More of him.
With his other hand, he pulls down my underwear and pajama pants, tossing them on the floor with my shirt.
“You said you want to be kissed in other places.” There’s seductive mischief in his voice, and he’s looking at my body like he can’t wait to taste it.
God, I enjoy seeing him like this, so different from the put-together man I first met.
“Yes.”
As soon as I say it, he dives between my legs, and…oh my god. I’m unable to describe what he’s doing; all I know is that it feels amazing. He’s going down on me like he can’t get enough. Like his passion can’t be contained.
“I…oh…” A stream of nonsense escapes my lips.
He keeps going. Pressure builds inside me, and the soles of my feet tingle. I place them flat on the bed and thrust my hips toward him. His large hands cup my ass. I’m flailing, but he has a firm grip on me, keeping my pussy right where he wants it.
Then he licks my clit in a way that’s utterly perfect, exactly what I need. I clutch the sheets and cry out as pleasure fills me.
“Bennett…”
He climbs up my body. There’s a sheen of moisture on his lips.
“Was that good?” he asks with a cocky smile.
I want to kiss him. Desperately. Since I can’t, I brush a finger over his lips, then stick the tip of it inside his mouth. He swirls his tongue over my fingertip.
“You know it was,” I say.
Although I’m naked, he’s fully clothed, and it’s a problem that needs to be fixed.
I put my hands on the hem of his T-shirt and pull it over his head.
I roll him onto his back and straddle him as I admire his body.
His expression turns serious, and I think there’s a hint of shyness in it, which tugs at something in my chest. I suspect it’s been a long time since he slept with anyone, but I don’t ask.
I just run my hands over his skin and smile down at him.
He’s muscled, but there’s a little give.
When I press myself against his erection, he groans and puts a hand to his head. I roll my hips, my pussy against his covered cock.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he mutters.
I don’t respond; I just keep going, my gaze locked on his. With a growl, he lifts me up and sets me on my back.
“I don’t want to come in my pants,” he says.
He reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a foil packet. My inner muscles clench in anticipation. He sheds the rest of his clothes before rolling on the condom. His cock, as I suspected, is sizable, and I can’t wait to have him inside me. To have Bennett inside me.
Right now, it’s the only thing I want.
He rubs himself along my entrance, and I squirm.
Luckily, he doesn’t make me wait any longer. He slides inside with one smooth stroke, and I release more nonsense sounds.
It’s better than anything I could have possibly imagined.
“Okay?” he asks.
When I nod, he begins moving. I wrap my arms tightly around him and pull him down so I can feel his bare chest against mine.
Yes. Yes. Yes.
I meet his every thrust.
“You feel amazing,” he says.
“So do you.”
He shifts his lips to my neck and nibbles my skin. Then he licks a finger and drops it between our bodies. He rolls it over my clit, and I become mindless with need. I’m so close to another orgasm and…
He touches me just right, and I explode around him. He growls in my ear, the sound of a man who’s been holding back for a long, long time…and is finally allowing himself to let go.
“Would you like to sleep here?” Bennett asks.
It’s been twenty minutes, and my post-sex haze has barely lifted.
“Can I? If you don’t want me to—”
“It’s fine.”
As if to emphasize his words, he puts his arms around me. We’re both still naked. An hour ago, I was descending the stairs, and now…
I can’t help grinning, and he smiles back at me. There’s a touch of softness to his features that wasn’t there before, and I’m honored that I get to see it.
I trace his eyebrows with my fingers. He might be the best-looking man in the whole world. I didn’t feel that way when we first met, but a lot has changed over the last several weeks.
“I guess you do eat in bed after all,” I say, and that surprises a laugh out of him.
“It had been a while.” He kisses my cheek. “Goodnight, Zoe.”
A moment later, his breathing changes, and it’s not much longer before I join him in slumber.