Page 109 of Bennett

Her eyes were still heavy-lidded, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. And when she looked at him, the satisfaction and something warmer in her eyes stole his breath.

“That’s my new favorite way to start the day.” She grinned.

He choked out a laugh. “Mine, too, but I’m not done yet.”

With practice ease, he shucked his jeans and briefs before he grabbed a condom from his wallet. Need darkened her gaze as she watched him tear it open and roll it on.

“Where were we?” he said, stepping close to drag his mouth up her throat, stopping just below her ear. “Oh, right—me, right here, making you forget your own name.”

Then he was between her thighs again, one hand sliding behind her knee to anchor her as he aligned and pushed inside in one long, spine-melting thrust.

Laurel gasped, her head tipping back as her body took him in. Deep. Full.

Perfect.

Bennett groaned, his forehead pressed to her collarbone as he gave her a second to adjust—then he began to move.

The rhythm started slow, deliberate, hips rolling against her as fire tore up his spine. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her heels locking behind his back to pull him closer, deeper.

She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed it, kissing her like he needed it to survive.

They fit so well, as if her body had been built to align with his perfectly.

He drove into her again, rougher this time, and she met him without flinching, her hands now bracing against the counter, and she broke the kiss, her mouth open on a moan that hit him low and deep.

“God, you feel good,” he rasped against her throat, his control fraying with every thrust.

Laurel stayed with him stroke for stroke, her hands roaming his back, nails dragging just enough to make him shiver. She was breathless and beautiful, her whole body shaking around him as the pressure climbed between them again.

There was nothing gentle about the way they moved. It was desperate and hot and threaded with tension that had been building for days.

Her mouth found his, and she kissed him like she wanted to consume him. Like she didn’t care where he ended, and she began.

Need and hunger burned white-hot through Bennett. He thrust harder, deeper, and when he slid a hand between them and pressed his thumb just above their connection, she shattered.

“Bennett—” Her voice broke on a cry, hips jerking as she climaxed, head thrown back, walls clenching tight around him in waves.

So damn good.

Her breathless cry made him lose what little control he had left. An instant later, he followed her over the edge with a low, guttural sound, burying his face in her neck as he came hard, his pulse hammering, body locked tight to hers.

They stayed tangled together, his hands gripping her hips, hers still clinging to him like she didn’t want him to go anywhere.

He wasn’t leaving…ever. If she’d have him.

Bennett had found a reason to stop roaming. A reason to take a chance. To trust again.

A reason to start living.

Laurel.

For a long minute, neither of them moved.

Then her hand slid lazily up his back and into his hair, and her lips brushed his ear. “That’s one way to take the edge off.”

He huffed a soft laugh against her skin. “You’re dangerous.”

She smiled. “And you’re welcome.”

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