Page 91 of Bennett

He removed her shirt slowly, like unwrapping something precious—because she was. Then he leaned back just long enough to drag his own over his head. She rose up slightly, unhooking her bra and tossing it aside.

His erection shot to full tilt.

Before he could swallow his tongue at the sight of her gorgeous breasts bouncing, beckoning, her hands were on his chest, grazing over muscle, teasing along the dips and curves she clearly already knew and enjoyed.

He did, too. Each brush of her fingertips lit him up like a fuse, unraveling the tight control he wore like armor everywhere but with her.

He caught her mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, his tongue thrusting past her lips, and he groaned when she met him stroke for stroke. Needing more, needing everything, he slid his hands down to the waistband of her jeans.

She gasped against his mouth, lifting her hips, already reaching to undo the button. Together, they pushed the denim past her thighs and off.

She was just as hungry. Just as ready.

Blood roared in his ears as he stripped her bare, savoring every last inch of skin like it was a gift he’d never tire of unwrapping.

Her hands trembled, but her touch was sure as she made quick work of his belt and buckle, her fingers hungry, breath catching as zippers whispered and clothes fell away.

He looked down at her, flushed and open beneath him, golden strands fanned across the cushions, lips kiss-swollen,eyes holding nothing back. Not fear. Not hesitation. Just need for him. That look—hell, that look—slammed into his chest like a freight train, smashing every wall he’d built.

His pulse thundered. Heat surged low and sharp, tightening everything inside him. His body was already straining, painfully hard and aching to be inside her, but it wasn’t just need. It was her. The way she saw him. The way she trusted him.

The woman had him but good. And he didn’t care.

His voice came out low, almost ragged. “You undo me, Laurel. Every time. I don’t know how the hell you do it, but when I’m with you, everything else fades.”

Laurel’s breath caught, her chest rising against his as emotion flickered across her face, raw, vulnerable, real. “I feel the same,” she whispered, her voice a little shaky. “You see me, Bennett. And somehow, I’m not afraid when you do.”

Then she touched his face with both hands, her thumbs brushing the stubble along his jaw as she pulled him into a deep, hot, demanding kiss that sent awareness skittering down his spine.

His mouth moved over hers, almost frantic, fueled by the sharp edge of need coiled so tightly inside him, it threatened to snap. One hand cupped her breast, thumb circling the already-tight peak, drawing a gasp from her throat that he swallowed with another kiss. She was incredible, amazing, perfect, and driving him crazy. His other hand gripped her hip, anchoring her, fingers digging in just enough to remind them both that this was real.

That this was now.

She arched beneath him, chasing every touch, every brush of his skin against hers, her hands roaming his back, his shoulders, sliding into his hair as her nails lightly scratched his scalp. His whole body shuddered in response.

He dragged his lips down her neck, nipping and licking along the sensitive column as her legs encircled his waist, drawing him closer until there was no space left between them. Then her hips tilted in invitation, and the heat of her pressed against him ripped a groan from deep in his chest.

His dick twitched, hard.

Summoning the strength to hold onto his control, he fumbled blindly with one hand, reaching for his jeans in the crumpled pile on the floor. When his fingers found the foil packet in the pocket, he broke the kiss just long enough to tear it open and roll the condom on.

Her eyes were dark, shimmering with heat. “I need you, Bennett,” she panted, her breath coming fast. “Hurry.”

Something in him snapped, and need, raw and soul-deep, consumed him.

Her words weren’t just desire, they were trust. A gift.

And he was damn lucky to have earned it.

The beautiful woman stole the last of his restraint. He dipped down to press his mouth to hers, then rasped against her lips, “I’ve got you.”

She kissed him back, hungry, eager, and wild. The feel of her soft curves, trembling beneath him nearly sent him over the edge. He was barely holding on when she shifted and rocked her hips in that silent invitation again.

That was all he needed.

Bennett broke the kiss and positioned himself better between Laurel’s thighs before he slid into her in one long, slow thrust that made her cry out and cling to him like gravity had failed. She was wet and hot and so damn perfect—tight enough to drag another low curse from his throat as her body welcomed him into her slick heat.

“Always so damn good,” he growled into the curve of her neck, panting as he fought the urge to move too fast. “You feel like heaven.”

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