“Why do you have to say things like that?” I ask. “Why do you have to sound so sincere?”
“Because seeing you again, Clover… it’s a second chance I never thought I’d have and I don’t plan on leaving anything unsaid anymore.”
“I don’t know how to give that back to you,” I tell him, and it’s easy to forget that we are splayed out on the top floor of the library in the middle of the forgotten stacks that no one bothers to visit, while the study rooms and computers below are full of students who are desperately cramming for midterms.
“I don’t say these things for them to be reciprocated.” His lips meet mine, and my mouth parts for him.
His kisses are slow, like melting wax, and my body relaxes underneath the weight of him.
“Now, will you let me see you?” he asks.
He helps me take off the sweater, his fingers lingering on my skin, and when I’m free of the cozy knit, he tosses it off to the side.
“Perfect,” he says, his hungry gaze roving over my sheer, dark red bralette embroidered with dark green vines. My pebbled nipples are visible and he guides me back, one arm wrapped around me and supporting my spine as he kisses along my throat and then down my chest, leaving intermittent bites followed by his soothing tongue. “That’s my girl. Always matching.”
It’s a silly thing to splurge on, but matching my undergarments has always made me feel quietly confident and I love that he notices.
My hips involuntarily grind into him as whimpers escape every time his teeth scrape against my skin. “Not always,” I rasp. “But most of the time.”
Bennett rewards me with a few torturously slow thrusts, and when I mewl in response, I’m glad that the lights will serve as awarning should we find ourselves with any company, because I don’t think either of us can stand to be interrupted right now.
His lips close over my mesh-covered nipple and I have to bite down on my lips to stop myself from crying out. He places a single finger over my lips, his dimples ornamenting his flushed cheeks. “Can my pretty wife stay quiet for me?”
I nod furiously, and his finger drags down the bow of my lip before he’s pulling down the cups of my bra and suddenly there’s no barrier between his tongue and his teeth and the sensitive peaks of my breasts.
My hands are roughing through his hair, pulling and tugging, and I love watching him ruined and messy.
I immediately forget my promise to be quiet when he kisses down my sternum and nibbles at the underside of my breasts. He claps a hand over my mouth to muffle a loud gasp while he continues to tease me until he’s hovering at the waistband of my skirt and tugging at it with his teeth.
“What are you—” I can’t bring myself to ask. The thought of his mouth moving any lower is too much. “I’ve never done… that.”
The smile that spreads across his lips is downright devious. “I won’t lie, kitten. The thought of being the first person to put their mouth on you is making my cock leak.”
The vision of that makes my whole chest flush, and the silly pet name stirs something warm deep inside me. “Can we ease into that?”
“We can do whatever you want, Clo. But just so you know: Tasting you is in my top rotation of fantasies. But we can stop for now if you want.”
“No,” I say quickly. “I’m just not ready for that… I think.”
“Will you let me make you feel good?” he asks. “Before I walk youhome. It doesn’t have to be oral. I might be a spoiled little rich boy, but I do have other talents.”
I press a hand to my cheek and my skin is as on fire as I feel. “Okay.”
He peppers my chest with kisses as he settles on his side next to me and I’m so swept up in the moment that I don’t even think to suck in my stomach as his fingers glide down it and under my skirt, toying with the elastic waistband of my underwear and the little green rosette there.
His hand slides farther down and he cups me, applying a cruel amount of pressure. Too much and not enough.
“Look at me, Clo,” he whispers.
Those blue eyes are on me, his chin nodding with encouragement as one finger slips through the seam of my warm center.
“You’re so wet.”
“Please,” I beg, and before the word is fully out of my mouth there’s another finger dragging upward, moving in little circles.
My spine arches up, pushing my chest forward and stealing his attention. “My god,” he says, his teeth tugging on the lobe of my ear before finding my nipples and doing delicious things with his tongue.
His fingers slide down for a minute, penetrating me slowly andholy shit. I’m still jealous as hell, but the one benefit of Bennett sleeping his way through his first year at Wexley is that he knowsexactlywhat he’s doing. The guy I slept with last year over winter break used his hand on me like it was a jackhammer. But the way I stretch around Bennett sends a tingling warmth down to the tips of my toes.
