Harder, faster. More intense.
My body telling him exactly how I feel because right now I don’t have the words.
He makes a low sound in his throat — half laugh, half groan — and his hands slide to my hips like they belong there. His mouth leaves mine, dragging a kiss along my jaw, and my head falls back. Exposing my neck and granting him access to the delicate area.
His lips graze my pulse point, dipping lower still until he’s at the base of my throat. He swirls his tongue on my skin, and I let out a breathy moan, my knees threatening to buckle.
“Bennett—” I try for controlled, but his name comes out shaky, breathless.
Inside, I’m burning.
He smiles against my neck. “Say my name like that again, Sunshine, and I’m not responsible for my actions.”
My stomach swoops and I sway unsteadily. With a tight grip on my hips, he backs me up against the kitchen island. The cool marble presses into me, supporting and grounding me for one quick second.
Then his thigh nudges between mine and that grounding vanishes.
Heat blooms between my legs and my breath catches.
Bennett pauses, brushing the rough pad of his thumb across my cheek.
Slow, gentle.
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m fine.”
“Under control?” He arches a brow and I roll my eyes.
“You going to narrate the whole night?”
“I mean, it’s kind of my brand.”
“Stop. Talking.” I slide my hand from his chest down to the hem of his shirt, lifting it slightly. Bennett takes thehint, yanking the cotton over his head. He tosses the T-shirt to the ground unceremoniously and I let out a strangled sound.
He’s more gorgeous than I even imagined. All smooth skin and rippling muscle, with a six-pack and that deep V at his hips.
“You’re staring.” A smile dances in his deep blue eyes.
Smug.
“I’m assessing.”
“And do you approve?”
“Yeah. I guess it may have been worth all the sleepless nights, listening to Def Leppard while you pumped out another set.”
He chuckles, a dangerous, low rumble. My thighs clench, flutters low in my belly.
Bennett Steele’s standing in the middle of my condo, shirtless. Looking like he’s about to star in a sin I haven’t committed yet.
He steps toward me, his gaze locked on my blouse. “May I?”
His fingers hover over the delicate buttons and I nod, my breath stuttering as he slides the tiny plastic through the hole. One by one, revealing the lacy white bra underneath. The fabric falls away, sliding down my shoulders, as he traces the outline of the lace.
“Stunning.” He drops his lips to my skin, kissing my bare shoulders, the sharp line of my collarbone, the swell of my breasts.
Everywhere his mouth lands burns in the best possible way, like I’m being kissed by the sun.
