Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15525 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 78(@200wpm)___ 62(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)
I shrug, “I don’t care much to be honest. I like the idea of maybe telling them we’re a thing though,” I suggest. My attempt at being casual falls flat though and a bit of nervousness comes over me as I twist my hair around my finger.
“I like the idea of saying that too.”
A small smile slips into place as I think about dinner last night and how word may have gotten around. Not that it matters.
"What about Steve and Sarah?"
"It's none of my business." His face softens. "I just hope they come out of whatever they're going through alright. And knowing the two of them, they will."
"Yeah. Me too."
He reaches over and brushes a lock of hair out of my face. "They'll be alright."
"And we'll be alright," I agree.
"I think we're going to be better than alright, Bree baby."
My face goes completely hot. Bree baby.
"Ooh," Bennet says softly. "I love that color on you."
I laugh again, and he rolls me over onto my back and kisses me. Now it's not just my face that's hot. It's my whole body. Warmth, all down through my chest and my belly and my hips. Warmth everywhere.
He kisses me slow and deep, taking his time, letting his body rest above me in the bed. When he finally breaks the kiss, it's with a soft sound, like it's the worst thing in the world to stop.
"What time do you have to be in the office?" he asks.
"I work from home, and..." I reach down to the floor, where I dropped my phone last night. "Not for another two hours."
"Oh." His face lights up. I love watching his expression change that way. His eyes get brighter, and his cheeks lift, and he looks thrilled. "That's plenty of time."
Bennet starts by taking off the big T-shirt I slept in last night--one of his--then finds the hollow of my collarbone and kisses it until I'm wriggling underneath him. His lips are so soft, and I've never met a man who likes to focus on such a small part of me.
"Bennet," I breathe a little while later. "You have to--you can't just--"
"Yes, I can," he says. "But I'll stop kissing this lovely little part of you and go lower." He kisses teasingly down between my ribs, then over my belly button. "How about here?" Bennet drops another kiss to that place and glances up at me with a wicked grin.
"Lower," I beg.
"Lower," he echoes, and then his face is between my thighs again. He holds me open with both hands this time. I thought he'd been thorough last night, but he's meticulous now. There's no part of me that Bennet leaves un-kissed, licked or nibbled. My mind turns lust filled with the sensation of his tongue sliding over all the softest parts of me. He drags his tongue over my clit once, then twice, and once I've come hard on that tongue he makes me do it again.
I almost feel feverish when he stops, lifting himself to kiss my belly button again before he turns me over on the pillows and arranges himself behind me. Bennet folds his body over mine, covering me, and kisses the curve of my shoulder as he thrusts in. He fills me in a single moment and ecstasy drapes itself around me.
I'm glad for the pillows, because my legs are made of jelly and my arms are useless. Bennet curls his fingers through mine, and I grab the pillow with my other hand and hold on. He groans against the nape of my neck.
My eyes close and I revel in his embrace.
"You feel so good," I tell him, because he does, though it's hard to breathe. He's so strong, and he takes up every inch of space inside me. I meet him the best I can. Bennet curls the fingers of his other hand over my hip and holds me still, panting as he fucks me harder and harder.
I know I’m close and as my legs tremble he tells me to come and I’ll be damned if I don’t simply because of the rough timbre of his demand. I’m helpless beneath him as pleasure takes over and this might be the most intimate moment of my life. Bennet's just as warm above me, his weight on mine, and that heat is everywhere.
"Fuck," he says as we meet our release together, then he rolls us over onto the pillows both of our chests heaving. I move until my head is on his chest, and he wraps both arms around me. His heart beats fast but steady.
I did that to him. I did that with him. I made him feel that way.
I think again that this has to be a dream. It’s just too good to be true.
"I don't want you to get out of bed," he says.