Page 54 of The Scenic Route
His hands brushed over the tips of her breasts, making her arch with pleasure. His skin was just rough enough to almost hurt, but instead his fingers caused the perfect peak of sensation, making her suck in a breath and let it escape on a low moan.
He gave a smug half smile at the sound.
“Why do I find that look so adorable on you?” she asked huskily.
His smirk disappeared as he frowned. “Adorable?”
Giving a breathless laugh, she stroked her hands over hischest. The wiry but soft brush of his body hair distracted her almost enough to forget to respond. “Yeah, adorable. Your pout is cute too.”
“Cute?” There was a world of offense in his tone, but a thread of laughter was there as well. The whole time they’d been talking, he hadn’t stopped caressing her, finding sensitive spots that made her gasp and shiver. Now, his fingers moved to her sides, and his exploratory touches turned into something much more intentional.
“No!” She immediately burst out laughing, squirming to get away from his tickling fingers. The shock of going from making out to this just made her skin more sensitive, and she didn’t last more than a few seconds under his torture. “Stop! Please! Uncle! I’m tapping out!” She actually did tap his arm, as if he had her pinned in a sparring match.
The tickling stopped, but he still kept her beneath him, his face temptingly close to hers. The mix of hunger and laughter in his eyes was too much to resist, and she yanked his head down so his mouth was on hers.
The slow, exploratory pace was gone, and all she knew was frantic need. They rolled across the bed—her on top, then him, then her again—lips devouring each other as their hands roamed wildly. Somehow, she’d lost her underwear, then he was on top again, poised to enter her.
“Condom,” she managed to gasp, that practical portion of her brain still functioning just enough to remind her in time.
He froze, his expression shifting from agreement to realization to crushing disappointment. Dropping down onto hiselbows, he tucked his face into her neck and exhaled a hard breath. From that reaction, Felicity was pretty sure he didn’t have any condoms with him.
A thought occurred to her, and she grinned and poked him playfully. When he raised his head and looked at her, she said, “Two words. Honeymoon suite.”
It took a second, but then hope lit his eyes, and he practically leapt off the bed. As he dug through the basket of complementary goodies on the desk, she turned onto her stomach and reached for the nightstand drawer.
“Found them!” they both called out at the same time, holding up their prizes.
Laughing, Bennett dove for the bed. With a playful squeal, Felicity tried to roll out of his path, but she ended up underneath him again. His expression was open and happy, and she went still, staring at him, entranced by that rare expression and overcome by the thought that she’d caused it.
He sobered as well, his eyes heating as he slowly closed the distance between them. After kissing her gently, he sat back, holding up the two packages of condoms as if presenting her with an offering.
Her amusement returning, she said, “That is a lot of condoms.”
His grin started slow but then spread over his entire face until he was beaming down at her. “Let’s use them all.”
Her breath catching in her chest at the sight of his smile, Felicity could only nod. It was an excellent plan after all. Then they were kissing again and touching, and this time, there was nothing holding them back when he slowly slid into her.
Once they were joined, they both stilled. Felicity wrapped her arms and legs around him, wanting this moment to never end.
“You’re amazing,” he said quietly, and she could only stare into his eyes. It was impossible to be this close to him and not kiss him, however, so she pressed her mouth to his as he began to move inside her.
Their kisses started soft, almost tender, but the wild storm of need caught hold of them again. They crashed together almost violently, as if they were trying to merge into one being. Felicity clung to him, loving the slide and friction when they moved apart butneedingthe slam of their bodies coming together, the feeling of Bennett deep inside her.
She felt the tension inside her tighten, the pleasure increasing like steam in a kettle, building and building until it was finally too much for her skin to contain. Her body went taut, back arching under the onslaught of feeling, and she came in a way she’d never experienced before.
Almost scared by the intensity, she held on to Bennett as he groaned his own climax and clutched her back just as tightly.
I’m never letting him go, Felicity thought.
***
She woke slowly, contentment making her body feel weighted and warm. Her eyes reluctantly blinked open to a brightly lit room, her eyes focusing on the painting of the embracing pair that’d been torturing her the night before. Now she smiled at it, feeling happy for all couples in love.
Her thoughts screeched to a halt.In love?she thought in amix of panic and attempted scorn.You’ve known Bennett for a week, you married him accidentally, and now you’re in love?
Ignoring the tiny voice inside her that whisperedyesto the last question, she sat up abruptly—or tried to. Bennett was still wrapped around her like an oversize octopus, and only the fact that his enveloping arms felt a littletoogood gave her the strength to wiggle out of his hold.
When she turned to look at him, she saw his eyes were open, sleepy but wary as he watched her. Unable to resist that hint of softness she saw in his expression, she gave him a smile. In response, he reared up off the bed and snatched her right off her feet, bringing her back to the mattress in a lunge that reminded her of a different kind of sea creature.
