Page 245 of His White Moonlight
Each word created an exhale that teased my skin, warming me from the inside.
“I like the car.And the dates when you weren’t being a moody ass.”
He let out a frustrated breath, and I closed my eyes against the sensation.
“I have a nose.You didn’t like anything but the car.And what good is the car when you can’t use it?”The fingers of one hand traced along the bandage on my arm.
“You should let me go,” I said, trying not to react to how much I liked my current pinned position and his frustration.
I knew it was too late when he slowly inhaled.
“Wrenly, you are the most confusing female I’ve ever?—“
Turning my head, I kissed him.He released my good hand when I tugged at his hold and groaned as my fingers speared through his hair.His tongue met mine, stroke for stroke, distracting me so much that I didn’t at first notice the arm he slipped around my waist until he started walking with me.
“Wait,” I said, breaking the kiss when I realized he was headed for the couch.
“For what?”
“Miranda is going to come in here in five minutes.”
He veered and locked the door.
“Not what I meant, Bennett.”
He kissed me again.Hungrily.
I wrapped my legs around his waist to prevent him from setting me down.It certainly had the desired effect.One hand clasped my thigh as the other captured the back of my head.He kissed me so thoroughly that I forgot where we were and why making out with him was a bad idea until he pulled away and set his forehead against mine.
“This is me listening, Wrenly.I’m stopping now, not because I want to but because you’ll be embarrassed if I do what I want to do here.Tonight.When we’re home.We’ll do this again.”
Struggling to catch my breath, I nodded without fully understanding his words.It wasn’t until he set me on my feet by the door and opened it for me that I understood what I’d agreed to.
Miranda, who was standing just on the other side of the door, watched my eyes go wide, and looked from me to Bennett.
“You sure know how to stress her out.Come on, my little ah-pWren-tice.Let’s look at some spreadsheets together.”
She led me away from him before I could say anything.The door closed behind us.
“You’re sending off ‘what have I done’ and ‘I’d like another helping’ scents at the same time.Breathe.Whatever happened in there is over.However, if you'd like to discuss it, I’m more than happy to listen.The more detailed, the better.”
Her ridiculous comment broke through the muddle in my mind, and I managed a short laugh before settling into my spot.
“Let’s just focus on work.”
It was easy to say but hard to do.Scrolling through columns of numbers with my non-dominant hand was frustrating and made it hard to concentrate on what I was seeing.However, I had no problem dwelling on what happened behind Bennett’s door, which remained firmly shut until five.
Just as I was turning off my computer, he walked out with my bag of clothes in one hand.The other he extended for me.He was almost vibrating with his caged energy.
“Do you feel like fast food tonight?”he asked.
He didn’t sound like himself either.
When I glanced at Miranda, she kept her head down as if she were still working.
“Wrenly?Do you need to eat?”
His voice had gotten rougher, and when I looked at him, his pupils were fully expanded.
