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My tongue flicked against Bennett's palm.His pupils dilated as his expression turned tortured.
“Triple,” he pleaded.
I pulled his hand away from my mouth.
“You can go to sleep with me every night, and I’ll kiss you every morning if you let me bring it up as much as I want.”
He flipped us and had my back against the couch with my hands pinned near my head.
“Yes.”The rough word was little more than a drawn-out growl.
I knew I was walking a fine line again, but my attraction to Bennet made it so damn hard to resist provoking him, especially when he was on edge like this.
“And if you tell me in detail how you help him with the shed, I might consider reenacting it with you.”
Bennett’s heated expression turned shocked then worried and disturbed.
I laughed.I couldn’t help it.
“No deal to the second part,” he said.
“And the first part?”
His hesitation to agree had me tilting my head to steal a quick kiss.When he didn’t respond, I kissed his chin.His gaze said I was on my way to convincing him, but not quite there yet.So I kissed my way down his neck until I found the spot I’d marked earlier.I kissed the area gently, tracing it with my tongue, then scraping it with my teeth.
By the time I finished, he was shaking like a purse pooch who got into mommy’s magic dust.
“Say yes, Bennett,” I said between nips.
“Make me.”
Those two words made my insides go hot and cold in anticipation.I wasn’t the type to back down from anything.I plotted.I waited for the right time, maybe.But I never backed down when things got hard.And they were getting hard.I had no doubt about that.
And he was giving me permission to keep pushing at his control.
“Switch spots with me.”
He flipped us again, and my hands were free to smooth over his chest as I leaned in to nuzzle his neck like he had mine.His shaking grew more pronounced with each passing second.
His hands settled on my hips, locking me in place just a few inches above his hips.It was a clear indication that he was on the verge of breaking.If I pushed down, I doubted he’d resist much.But would I be able to handle the fallout?
I debated a safer way to push him over the edge.
“Where should I mark you next?”I asked against his throat.“Here?Or…” The fingers of my good hand plucked open one of the buttons on his shirt, and I slipped my hand inside to tease his chest.“Should I kiss you here tomorrow morning when there’s no shirt in the way?
“Yes,” he said."To the first part.To the kisses in the morning.”
“Are you sure there’s nothing I can do to make you say yes to the second part?”
I made the mistake of lifting my head and looking at him.The look in his eyes was one of desperation and determination.
“Make me yours, Wrenly, and I’ll do anything you want.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
His plea setoff a chain reaction inside of me.It felt like my heart was trying to turn over in my chest.My insides went hot and cold.And I desperately wanted to lean into him and keep kissing.
Fighting it all, I straightened away from him with a sigh.
