With my ass high in the air so he can see it, I dip my head low and take his cock into my mouth. I hum against his heat, working my hand around his shaft in time with my deep, slow sucking.
He whimpers, grunts, his hands fisting my hair and urging me up and back, up and down. I love the feel of him. The scratch of his soft hairs against my skin as I offer him all the pleasure I can bring.
I’m flooded with need, clenching with every pass. I want to share this pleasure with him. Give it and take my own. I lift my face and am about to climb onto his lap when he holds my face in his hands.
“I fucking love you, Willow Watkins,” he grits out. “I love you.”
I don’t say anything. I don’t feel like I have to. He knows how I feel. He knew how I felt long before I knew. And I do know. I know that whatever happens in the future, I’ve never wanted anyone more. I’ve never wanted a man’s body, his business, his companionship, and his comfort more than I want all that with Benito Bianchi.
I climb on top of him, letting him enter me inch by agonizingly slow inch. He slams his head back against theheadboard, and then, once he’s fully inside me, he holds my breasts in his hand and pinches my nipples through the lace.
I gasp, the breath stolen from my lungs, but the intensity of the pleasure flooding my body. I’m weak with him, weak for him. My eyes clench shut, I throw my head back, giving in to everything this can be, everything this always has been. Everything it will be.
I move the cups down and thrust my chest forward, and he sucks my nipple into his mouth. The heat and wetness, the clamp of his teeth over my tender skin, sends me sailing, riding a wave of pleasure.
I rock hard against his cock, riding him, working my hips back and forth so hard I can hear the scrape of the thigh-highs against his legs.
If it bothers him, he’s going with it, because he’s sucking my tits like a meal and bouncing his hips up and down to match the pace of my grinding. I wrap my fingers behind his neck and pull his face closer, harder, riding and riding, chasing the bliss of release until I feel the tremble, the tightening.
“Fuck.” I gasp, and then I stiffen, every muscle in my body tight in anticipation of the crash that takes over. I shudder and shake, and I can’t stop the moans of absolute bliss that rocket past my lips. “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh God.”
I scream through it, trembling all over. As soon as I still, dropping my head against Benny’s shoulder, he puts his hands on my waist and fucks me while I’m boneless on top of him.
He writhes beneath me, lifting me up and slamming me back down on his cock. It feels so good. I feel myself losing control again, the tension building, the pleasure so overwhelming that another orgasm hits me, draining me of every ounce of strength. I’m floppy now, my face against Benny’s bare chest, his cock pumping hard as he, too, comes with reckless moans and a fierceness that takes his breath away.
We collapse beside each other on the bed, panting, sweaty, our hair wild. He rolls onto his side, and I settle between his arms. I chuckle when he lifts a thigh and locks it over mine, covering me in heavy limbs.
“Is this your way of keeping me from leaving?” I tease.
“Is it working?” he asks.
I draw in a deep breath and close my eyes. “You don’t have to keep me to have me,” I say, my words blurry with sleep. “I love you, Benny. I love you too.”
And saying it doesn’t feel like too much.
It doesn’t feel like too soon.
It feels right because I know it’s true.
19
WILLOW
Florida isa lot warmer than Ohio in November. I shrug out of the wool pea coat I wore on the plane and drag a roller bag behind me. I’m going to need cooler clothes where I’m going, but I don’t want to confront the Kincades sweating like I ran a marathon to get here.
Since Audrina wouldn’t answer my calls, I figured the only way to get some answers was to do what any stalker in pursuit of information would do. I show up at Pancake Circus. The original location. After checking in to a hotel for my one-night stay, I call a rideshare and text Benny.
Me: Wish me luck.
He sends back three thumbs-up emojis within seconds.
The rideshare picks me up at the front of the hotel, and I watch the landscape roll by on the short drive. The driver doesn’t say much until we pull into the parking lot.
“Great place,” he grumbles, not sounding at all happy. “Best eats in town.”
I smile and thank him for the ride. If there’s one thing that unites people, it’s good food.
The parking lot of Pancake Circus is packed. The faded neon sign and the obvious signs of disrepair just add to the charm ofthe place. I’m again reminded why we picked this restaurant. An amazing menu. A bit of a gimmicky concept, but memorable. I just hope they don’t kick me out or call the police. I’ve got Jessa on standby in case I need someone to wire bail money.
