“We’re good. But just so you know, if you hurt her . . .” He jammed a finger into my chest. “I know of two-dozen different plants that won’t show up in a toxicology report. Seven of them are growing in my garden.”
“Noted.”
By the time the credits rolled onMy Bloody Valentine, the second movie in tonight’s double-feature lineup, I was itching to get home.
I drove with the windows down, cold air sharpening my thoughts. The lights were on at Bella’s place when I pulled in between our houses.
I killed the engine, grabbed my keys, and headed for her door. But before I could knock, it swung open. There she was, hair loose around her shoulders, wearing an oversized hoodie that looked a lot like—
“Is that mine?” I asked, the words out before I could stop them.
She leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed under her chest. The Roasters sweatshirt, the one I’d offered her during the blackout, hung off her like a dress, sleeves rolled up to her elbows, hem brushing mid-thigh.
And below that . . . nothing.
Just thick, bare legs that made my dick hard and mouth water.
“Yeah,” she said softly, tugging at the bottom self-consciously. “It’s comfortable.”
There was nothing comfortable about it, at least not for me. It looked like sin on her, swallowing her curves but hinting at them all the same. The thought of her curled up in my clothes hit me low and hot.
“We need to talk,” I managed, voice rougher than I intended.
Her expression flickered, but she stepped back. “I agree. Come on in.”
I followed her in, closing the door behind me. She turned to face me in the small entryway, close enough that I could see the quick rise and fall of her chest under the hoodie.
I took a breath, forcing the words out before I lost my nerve. “Listen, about the other night—”
She stopped me before I could finish.
Not with words. Withaction.
In one smooth, deliberate motion, she gripped the hem of the hoodie and stripped it off and over her head, letting it fall to the empty space between us.
Holy fuck.I nearly swallowed my tongue.
I stumbled back a step, my shoulders hitting her front door with a soft thud that echoed in the quiet entryway.
I couldn’t move; I didn’t want to. Every ounce of blood in my body had rushed south, leaving me dizzy and breathless.
Bella stood there in matching black lace that looked like it had been designed specifically for every inch of her curves. The bra cupped her full tits perfectly, and the matching panties sat low on her hips, a thin strip of lace framing the generous dip of her waist and soft, inviting roundness of her thighs.
She was all lush, feminine curves—warm, real, and so fucking beautiful, it hurt to look at her.
It would’ve killed me to look away.
I leaned heavier against the door, hands clenched at my sides to keep from reaching for her, every careful speech I’d rehearsed evaporating as I drank her in.
She’d made her move.
And whatever happened next, I was already all in.
Bella
Holy fuck balls,this was happening.
I wasactually doing it. I was naked—well, close enough—and Bennett was looking.
