Page 108 of A World Without You
He pauses from kissing me as his slow, strong hands take the dainty lace covering me. “Do you need these?”
I smile. “Not for this.”
A quick twist and pull of the lace and I make a small noise of satisfaction as he asks, “You sure?”
I swallow and smile, running my fingers through his hair and tugging. “Completely.”
He licks my jaw, pulls the last thread of my panties, still holding onto my waist with his other hand, and tosses them on the ground. His hands pull my t-shirt over my head slowly—so unbearably slowly—as if I might explode if he moves too quickly. And the truth is, I might. I might come completely undone as soon as he touches me.
I take the cotton t-shirt from his grasp and toss it to the ground in a hurry, completely bare in front of him. His eyes darken, and I realize I just unlocked a different side of him. He takes control of the moment, flipping me over and practically commanding every movement my body makes by his touch.
He stands at the foot of the bed, shirtless, with his sweatpants sinking lower on his abdomen until the sharp V of his muscle and bone point to exactly where I want to go. He grabs his wallet out of his bag and slips out a condom. His eyes are intense as he watches me crawl across the bed so I can run my hand over the bulge against the gray of his sweatpants, letting out a moan as I realize how ready he is for me. “Bennett,” I whisper with an aching whine strangling my throat.
He slips a hand gently around my neck and tilts my jaw as he leans down and whispers, “You do this to me.”
I swallow against his palm, anticipation building in my veins. I pull his sweats off his hips until they’re on the floor, and he kicks out of them. I reach forward, completely bare, running my fingers from his chest to his abdomen, pull at the waistband, and expose him entirely. I take him in with my eyes—every inch of him.
As he slides his fingertips down my stomach, trailing lower and lower, I become acutely aware of every place in my body I can feel my heartbeat—pounding harder and faster the closer his fingers get to touching me. When he slips a finger between my legs, I cling to his shoulders, my abdomen trembling and another moan escapes my lips.
He swallows the sound, kissing me hard, then pulling back. “Lay down,” he tells me, and I do, unable to take my eyes off him. He stares down at me and rips the condom open with his teeth, watching me as he slides it on.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, though I sound more like I’m begging. I need him now.
He hushes me softly as his lips slide into a smile. “Let me memorize you.”
My insides liquify as he moves to cover my body with his. He runs his hands from my feet to my ankles up to my thighs, cinching my waist and cupping my breasts until he slides a hand up my neck until he’s holding my face in his hand and rubbing his thumb over my swollen lips. Each movement is slow and thoughtful until all of my sensations are screaming for him.
“Bennett, please...” I beg. “I need you inside me now.”
A low laugh rumbles out of his mouth as his lips hover just a few breaths from mine. “I’m going to enjoy every part of you.”
Heat rushes to my core, and my legs already start shaking as he covers my body with his, gently nudging my legs wider. One slow thrust almost sends me, but he pulls out completely, and I’m wrecked by the absence of how full I just was. He slides his mouth down my body and trails kisses around my navel as he reaches between my legs, finding me wet and pulsing for him. A deep rumble hits the back of his throat as he slides his mouth over me, tantalizing every nerve ending with his tongue and his fingers.
Unable to control my own impulses, I squeeze his head with my legs and dig my fingers in his hair. He smiles against my sensitive flesh and trails his fingers down my inner thighs, pinning me open for him. Everything about it gets me closer, and I shiver under his hands.
The way he grips me.
The way his mouth is moving with just the right amount of pressure.
The way my heart is pounding and my body is begging for more while also feeling like it’s too much. The heat burns until it explodes and spreads all over my body, and I cry out his name.
I’m panting and laughing a breathless, love-drunk giggle as he hovers over me. “You taste good,” he whispers into my neck. I hum, still delirious, in response.
He trails kisses slowly along my jaw and down my neck to my chest while I catch my breath. Each kiss beats to a slow rhythm until I’m pulsing for him again.
I take his jaw in my hand and stare at him for an intense moment. “I want you, Bennett.”
His gaze shifts from my face down to the curves of our bodies, and he slides into me so unbearably slowly that I gasp and moan simultaneously as he stretches and fills me.
“I know, Liv,” he breathes heavily into the hollow of my neck. “I know.”
He moans and starts kissing me again, swallowing every one of my breaths as he sinks deeper inside me.
He takes me. Soft and slow. Then hard and fast. I’m lost in the oblivion of him.
Bennett.
The unsuspecting prospect. The innocent bystander. The one I’ve trusted and never loved like this...until I realized maybe I do.
