“You, Mr. Bennett, are invited to do that anytime you’d like,” I say, laughing.
He wipes my juices from his face, grinning. “I’ll remember that.”
“There are towels in the bathroom,” I say, motioning toward the lit doorway.
“Hell, no. I love the taste of you.”
My stomach blooms as I get to my knees, taking his body in for the first time. The man is a work of art. His physique is no accident—and every piece of it is hard.
Chiseled abs. Those lines down his obliques that make me drool. The seam of muscle running from his thigh to his knee … and that jawline.My God.
“You are seriously perfect,” I say, biting my lip. “I take back what I said about you being an athlete. It’s obvious.”
“Come here.”
I scoot to him. As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, he wraps an arm around me and hauls me into his chest. I giggle, draping my arms over his broad shoulders and sighing happily.
Our mouths find each other’s as if they’re now magnetic. He parts my lips with his tongue, and I can faintly taste myself on it. There’s something about being in his arms that I don’t hate. I kind of love it, actually.
“You are heaven,” he whispers, skimming his palms down and around me until he’s cupping my ass. “I mean it, Gianna. There’s nothing better than this.”
I tilt my head to the side as his kisses trail down my shoulder. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
“Why?
“Because if you keep feeding my ego, I’ll crave the attention.”
He pauses, smiling against my shoulder. “And maybe that’s the point.”
This man. I sag into him, floating in the clouds at the sweetness of his words. I’m not someone who enjoys being fed lines or love-bombed, and I struggle to play along with it for the plot. But that’s the thing—this doesn’t feel like a plot. I don’t sense an undercurrent of bullshit.
If I wanted to, I might believe him.
He kisses me again. One arm holds me tight against him. His other hand comes down against my ass. The crack breaks the silence, loud and jolting. It’s more bark than bite, so to speak, but the combination of the sound and the sting is so deliciously good that I can’t stop the moan from spilling out of my mouth.
“Oh,” he says, pulling back to see my face. He massages the spot where he spanked me. “Did you like that?”
“If your objective was to make me want you to fuck me hard from behind, then, yes. I enjoyed—ah!” I yelp as he smacks me again. “That makes me so wet.”
“When I fuck you in just a second, I want to hear every little noise you make. Let me hear you. Got it?”
“It’ll be my pleasure.”
“Literally,” he says, turning me around. “Bend over.”
I get on all fours and look at him over my shoulder. His cock is in his hand as he caresses my ass cheek.
“Wanna fuck that?” I ask, swaying it back and forth.
“Now,you’replaying a dangerous game.”
I grin. “Why?”
“Because if you keep being so fucking perfect, I’ll never be able to leave you alone.”
“And maybe that’s the point.”
I barely get the words out before he plunges into me. I bite back a hiss as he grips my hips and holds me in place.
