Page 175 of His White Moonlight
He took a step toward me, and I quickly retreated.Rather than backing away, he moved super fast and had me against the wall with my hands over my head again.
My pulse spiked, but not with annoyance.Why was I liking this?Was I that twisted?I hated being held down.But he wasn’t really holding me down.He was holding me still so he could dip his head toward my neck and breathe in my scent.
I shivered.
He groaned.
“I wish you were bribable,” he said.“I would give anything for you to say yes to a kiss right now.”
My thoughts scrambled as he breathed in deeply again, lightly brushing his nose against my skin, then his lips.
“Bennett…”
“Tell me what you want,” he said.
I wanted him to touch me, which didn’t make sense because he already was.
“I don’t know…”
He swore under his breath, and his lips covered mine a second later.Gentle.Testing.Teasing.Kiss by tender kiss, he coaxed me until I opened my mouth and let him in.
He growled a second before his tongue swept against mine.My head swam with how it felt to be kissed by Bennett.It felt like I was falling but being caught at the same time.My senses were in chaos, but centered, too.On him.On the sweep of his tongue.On the heat building inside of me, and the gentle way he was holding my hands and my cheek.
When he pulled away a few minutes later, I was breathing heavily and dazed.
He looked into my eyes, searching for something.Whatever he saw there had his mask slipping back into place.
I frowned at him.
“I hate when you do that.”
“You’d hate it even more if you knew how desperate that kiss made me.”
His hold on my wrists loosened, and he brought my hands between us, rubbing his way up my arms from wrists to shoulders.It evaporated any annoyance that had risen.
“Can we try again?”he asked.
Confused, all I could say was, “Huh?”
“We were short of the five minutes.”
My pulse stumbled a beat at the thought of kissing like that again.
“We’re going to be late,” I said.
“We can work from home today.”
“What?No way.You said?—”
He sighed and kissed my forehead.
“Then we should leave now before I change my mind and try to convince you that a day in bed with me would be more pleasurable than what’s waiting at work.”
He threaded his fingers through mine and led me from the room.
The touching didn’t stop there.He brushed my hair back from my face once I was in the car.He buckled me in, too, and kissed the side of my neck before he retreated.Every touch left a subtle tingle in its wake.
“That kiss wasn’t an invitation to do what you wanted,” I said as he drove us to work.“Please keep your hands to yourself once we reach the office.”
