Page 163 of His White Moonlight
A small sound escaped me.
“I know it hurts,” Bennett said.“Hold on, baby.It’ll be better soon.”
He weaved through the people still lingering in the welcome area and called out to the valet as soon as we were outside.
The cool air made my skin prickle, and I pressed closer to Bennett.The throbbing increased.
“Bennett.”My hand hooked around the back of his neck, pulling him close.
He groaned as I tipped my head back, offering my lips.
“I’ll drive you,” Konni said a second before Bennett’s mouth settled on mine.
His tongue stroked over my mouth briefly, and he pulled back enough to set his forehead against mine.
“Wrenly, baby, I can’t keep kissing you.When the drug wears off, you’re going to blame me.”
“No, I know who to blame.”
“You say that now, but?—”
This time, I started the kiss.His growl sent a shiver through me, and the throbbing between my legs started to match the rhythm of my heartbeat.
“Please, Bennett,” I said against his lips as I pressed myself closer to his chest.
“Car’s here,” Konni said.
Bennett swore under his breath and lifted his head to look at Konni.He was stuffing the unconscious man into the front passenger seat.When he finished, he opened the door for Bennett, who tried to deposit me into my seat, but I wasn’t having any of that.
My skin hurt whenever Bennett tried to let go of me.So I held on as best I could, clinging to him.He said things that didn’t fully register as he tried to untangle himself.Promises.But I knew better than to trust his words.I needed actions.I needed his hands on me, on my skin.
Letting go of him, I reached behind me to pull the zipper of my dress down as he withdrew and closed my door.The other door opened, and Bennett slid in next to me.His fingers caught mine, stopping me.He pulled me to his side, pinning my arms so I couldn’t move.
It didn’t bother me.His neck was right there.
“Go, Konni.”
My lips skimmed the skin right above his starched collar.
“Speed,” he added as I kissed him.
“Bennett.I need you.”
“I need you too, baby, but not like this.I don’t want you to hate me any more than you already do.”
“Shh,” I said, trying to stretch to reach his jaw.“I don’t hate you.I just want to taste you again.”
He made a pained sound.
“Konni.”
“I’m doing what I can, Bennett.Hang in there.Don’t wolf out, or you’ll hurt her.”
“You can hurt me a little,” I said.“It feels good.”
He swore, grabbed my chin, and kissed me hard.The fire under my skin grew.I freed an arm and ran my hand over his hard chest.
“Wrenly, what’s your phone number?”
