“Do you ever think about getting messy?”
My stomach drops, breath catching in my throat. I swallow hard, blood whooshing through my ears.
“I…”
“Say it.” His voice is low and demanding, a thrill shooting through me.
I toy with the gold chain around my throat, warmth climbing up my neck like a kudzu vine.
The truth is Ihavethought about it — but only with him.
I’m not sure I’m ready to admit that just yet.
“You’re in control here, Tori. We can take this as far as you want to.” He brushes a lock of hair away from my eyes, sending tingles cascading through me.
I suck in a shaky breath, unsure of what to say.
Control’s my favorite drug — this is the first time I’ve ever wanted to quit.
Bennett does that to me.
“I want you to finish what we started in the elevator.”
His throat bobs. For once, he doesn’t have some smart-ass comeback.
Instead, he shifts forward, not waiting for any further invitation. In one quick move, he’s in front of me, his hand winding around the nape of my neck. Bringing me in close to him. Our bodies press together, the scent offresh laundry filling my nose. I want to fall into him, get lost in that smell. His muscles flex as he locks eyes with me.
Then he ducks down and drops his lips to mine in a long, slow kiss.
I melt into him, all bold pretense swept away in an instant.
My eyes flutter shut as I open my mouth to his tongue, getting lost in this perfect moment. The pad of his thumb runs along my neck and sends a shiver rocketing through me.
Damn.
Bennett Steele is one hell of a good kisser.
Hot, possessive. Every movement fluid and rhythmic.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think.
And I don’t care.
I tangle my fingers in the damp waves of his hair, move down to his shoulders, run over his broad pecs.
I’ve wanted to touch him, feel him, for weeks. Fingers itching to reach out and trace the sharp outline of his perfect muscles.
“I want you,” I murmur into his open mouth, untucking my blouse from my skirt.
He smiles against my lips. “I knew it.”
Sliding his palm beneath the gauzy fabric of my shirt, his calloused fingers trace the smooth skin of my belly and wetness pools in my panties.
“Always so cocky, Steele.”
He pulls away slightly, a wide grin on his face. “You’re a terrible liar, Sunshine.”
I fist my hand in his shirt, pulling him closer and kissing him again.
