Page 87 of Consumed By You
“Don’t move. Don’t let them know they’re affecting you.” Benjamin’s face is completely impassive. He takes out his phone and types a message while I stare at him in awe. How can he text in a moment like this?
The car starts and Dimitri pulls out onto the street. The partition between the driver’s seat and the back goes up and I silently thank Benjamin for knowing I’m about to lose it.
He tucks his cell into the pocket of his jacket. “Darce—”
“What have I done?”
“It’s fine, Darcy, calm down.”
I stare at him, bewildered. “That’s going to be on television! In newspapers! Magazines! Maybe you didn’t care, but Ididjust get through telling you that I can’t be photo—”
“First off,neversay I don’t care about what you tell me,” he cuts in with an angry rasp, meeting my glare full-on. “Secondly, I have an entire team that at this moment is making sure there isn’t andwon’tbe a single picture or video of you online.”
I open my mouth to speak but shut it immediately, speechless.
“Are you okay now?” he rumbles after a moment, chuckling softly. He touches my face gently and I stare at his lips. The exquisite, full lips I had attached to mine mere minutes ago.
“I have to say, it was an immense pleasure to have you kiss me first, Miss Fontaine.”
“Well, I hoped you liked it, Mr. Scott, because it isn’t happening again.”
“You know you want to, though,” he teases and moves his fingers from my face to my hair. Throat trembling, I gain the courage to meet his gaze. His lips turn up slowly and the air in the back of this large, ridiculous limo thickens to the point of suffocation.
“You don’t know that.”
“Except I do,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to mine, gripping the hem of my dress. As he pulls it up, exposing my legs, I open my mouth to protest but he takes advantage of it, plunging his eager tongue through my lips.
Soon, I feel his fingers on the skin of my thighs and I tremble violently. “Ben—”
His breath hitches in surprise finding my lack of panties.
“You surprise me,” he breathes, his fingers gliding through the evidence of my arousal. My eyes practically float into the back of my head when he plunges a single finger into me, then another. “You’re so wet.My god, Darcy.”
Too aroused to be embarrassed, I begin to hyperventilate when he raises his sleek fingers to his lips. The sight of him sucking my arousal off his fingers is enough to make me whimper.
Hearing my small sound of defeat, he pierces me with a look of pure, unadulterated lust. I already know what’s about to happen.
I look out the windows, terrified someone can see us. “Ben, we’re in public and—”
“Tinted windows. We can see out…” He gets on his knees.Surely he isn’t—“…no one can see in.”
I can’t believe he’s about to do this here, and with Dimitri in the front seat!
Benjamin’s hands stroke and knead my flesh until he is raising the skirt of my dress even higher so I’m completely exposed to his hungry eyes, which feast on the sight of my indecency. Thankfully, the bruises have faded to pale yellow and are almost gone. I know he means business when he sheds his jacket. I start to loosen his bowtie. He’s aman––primitive and beguiling, a full package.
“You’re so sexy,” I say deliriously, undoing the top button on his shirt.
Dimitri swerves and in a flash, both me and Benjamin are a giggling mess on the floor of his limo.
“Maybe this is a little dangerous.” I force myself off of him, pressing a hand to his washboard abs to sustain me upright.
He sits up but still reaches for me. “All the best things are dangerous, Darcy.” He palms the back of my head, lowering his mouth onto mine. His kiss is deep, his tongue searching, and I lose all sense of coherence. My barrier has crumbled, my resistance dissipated into thin air.
Within seconds, I’m fumbling with the buttons of his pants, desperate to be joined. His mouth travels lower, his tongue dragging over my flesh while he eases down the thin straps of my gown to expose my breasts. I shiver when the cold air hits my body, but it’s soon warm again as his fiery lips close around my pebbled nipple, softly suckling.
I arch my back, my hands twining into his silky locks. “Please.”
He plumps my neglected breast, only lifting his face from my other to whisper, “What do you want, baby? Tell me.”
