Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“And these,” he says, his intense stare lowering to between my legs. With a single finger, he drags his touch up the center of my core and commands, “Off.”
As I slip the lacy panties down my thighs, he stays right where he is, towering over me, telling me to go slower and kissing along my curves as I move. As my breasts near his face, he sucks a nipple into his mouth and that bit of contact is everything.
The pleasure, the cool air against it when he’s done … fucking everything.
He teases me with peppered kisses, keeping our physical contact limited to those brief touches. It’s too much yet, at the same time, not enough.
“Spread your legs for me,” he murmurs while impatience takes over. I yelp as his broad shoulders push my legs apart wider and he buries his head between my thighs. He angles me, grips my tender flesh and takes a languid taste from my opening all the way up my folds. There’s zero hesitation on his part and the sound of pure delight vibrates up his chest.
His tongue flicks against my clit and the sudden contact makes my back bow and my hips buck. With his hand splayed on my stomach, he keeps me where he wants me, forcing me to stay still.
His eyes peer up at me as he confesses with a barely contained grin, “You have no idea how long I have waited to taste you.”
He doesn’t give me a chance to respond, and thank fuck for that because this man wanting me is enough to leave me speechless. As he massages his tongue against my clit, I’m barely aware that he’s undone his jeans and kicked them off. It’s only as I cry out in pleasure, my fingers slipping through his dark hair as I rock myself against him, that I catch him stroking himself. With his large hand wrapped around his length, the size of him is intimidating. His hand rolls over the head of his cock and my mouth parts slightly as my bottom lip drops.
Holy fuck.
He sucks my clit and I writhe beneath him until small pleas slip from me, begging him to fuck me. I can’t help it. With my neck arched back and pleasure rippling through me, all I want is for him to slam inside of me and take me exactly how I always wanted him to.
And in a single movement, it’s exactly what he does. Filling me, stretching me and pinning me beneath him as he waits for me to adjust to his size.
“Fuck, Bree,” he groans in unadulterated satisfaction and I lose all composure. My head falls against the floor and he takes advantage of my position to kiss my neck. He drags his teeth down my sensitized skin, one hand working my breasts, kneading them, pinching and plucking my hardened peaks. The other slips down between us and he ruthlessly rubs my clit. Without mercy and ignoring my gasps as pleasure builds in my lower stomach.
Every thrust pushes deeper inside of me, giving a hint of pain that’s quickly drowned out by the overwhelming ecstasy. It rises and rises, and a cold sweat breaks out along my skin.
“You feel so fucking good,” he murmurs and I’m silent, unable to respond as it all paralyzes me.
My nails dig into his skin as my release courses through me and my heels dig into his ass. My toes curl and my back arches as waves consume me. All the while Bennet thrusts harder and faster, chasing his own release and heightening mine.
I’m brought to a second climax, this one coming faster and harder than the first before I can even catch my breath.
He groans against the crook of my neck as he loses himself. I feel every pulse of him inside of me and it only prolongs my pleasure.
As I lay there limp beneath him, the reality slowly slips in. Oh my God, what did we just do? I try not to think of it, I try to play it off before he can even say anything.
Out of breath and flushed, I hand him his shirt and then reach for my dress, covering myself.
“So eager you didn’t even make it to the bed,” I tease.
With his fingers on my chin, he tilts my head up so I’m staring back into his steely gaze. There’s a moment, a flicker of something between us that forces everything in me to still except my racing heart. He smirks, letting the rough pad of his thumb trail over my bottom lip and it’s then that I realize, he knows exactly what he does to me. His deep cadence teases back, “How about we take it there next time?”
BENNET
It’s not every day you risk your job and a fresh start at life to sleep with an old crush. My lips kick up as my keys jingle and I unlock my front door to the ranch house I’m renting from Steve until I find my feet here back home on steady ground. The crickets are out and other than the sound of Derek’s car driving off, their chirps fill up the night.