Page 68 of The Scenic Route
They left after a chorus of goodbyes and see-you-tomorrows.
As they walked to her car, Felicity asked, “Any word on your SUV?”
“Should be ready tomorrow afternoon.”
“Bet you’ll be glad to no longer be crammed into my car all the time.”
He gave an affirmative grunt and a playful sideways glance. “Don’t mind being crammed up next to you.”
“Aww…” She grabbed his hand and tugged, trying to get him to bend low enough for her to kiss his cheek. Instead, he used their clasped hands to haul her toward him until she bumped into his chest. Tipping her head back, she met his smoldering gaze and promptly melted into a gooey, boneless blob of lust. She could only lean against his hard chest, waiting, as he bent, bringing his lips closer and closer until—
“Evening.”
The greeting yanked her out of her lustful haze as effectively as if someone had emptied a bucket of cold water over her head. She turned to look at the speaker, knowing that murder was in her eyes.
The hot fireman—Rory’s husband—didn’t seemed bothered by her homicidal eye lasers. Rather, he looked amused. Ellie’s husband—George, the one all the murder club ladies were calling Bennett’s long-lost twin—was standing there as well, but he looked more discomfited by the hot guy’s interruption than entertained, so Felicity decided to spare him.
“Your Mila’s adorable,” she said, meaning every word.
An enormous smile lit up his face for just a second before disappearing again, and she decided that George and Bennett might indeed share a parent or two.
“What was the murder club meeting about?” asked the hotfirefighter who she still wanted to kill—Ian, Felicity remembered belatedly. His smile was still lurking, flashing an occasional dimple. Although the man was shockingly attractive, she was mildly surprised to realize that she was completely unaffected.Maybe it’s because I’m an old married woman now, she thought.
She realized Ian was still waiting for an answer and gave him a sunny smile that just had a hint of teeth. “Oh, that? Nothing really.” Still holding Bennett’s hand, she headed for the car. “Just planning a sting.” She waved at him over her shoulder.
“Sting?” Ian called out after them, but Felicity just sent him another wave before closing the car door. She started up the engine and drove out of the lot with Ian and George still staring after them as she snickered to herself.
“You know their wives are going to spill everything.”
“I know.” Despite that, she was still satisfied. “Just my tiny bit of petty revenge for his interruption.”
The corner of Bennett’s mouth curled up.
***
They’d eaten at the murder club meeting—Callum had dropped off a big pot of chili before heading back to the station to prep for dive team training later that evening—so Felicity drove straight to their cute little boutique hotel. As they walked into the honeymoon suite, the simmering tension hit a full boil before the door even closed behind them.
Bennett pulled her tight against him as if they’d never been interrupted in the gun shop parking lot. While that had been teasing, this was direct—his mouth landed on hers as soon asher chest pressed against his. They didn’t break the kiss as they yanked and pulled on each other’s clothes, not even hearing the occasional rip of popping seams or lost buttons. All they were focused on was finding and touching the other’s naked skin.
In what felt like just a few breaths, they were both bare and stretched out on the bed, their mouths still locked together as Felicity reveled in the slide of his lightly furred skin on hers. She roamed his body with eager hands, needing to know every part of him as well as she knew herself.
Bennett broke the kiss, ignoring her small sound of protest, and began nibbling along the line of her jaw. Finding this an appropriate substitution, she tilted her chin to allow him more access as she explored the hard planes of his back. Just when she was about to dig in the nightstand drawer, Bennett beat her to it, and she smiled dreamily as she grabbed a handful of his shaggy hair.
He groaned as she lightly pulled, scratched at his scalp, and then gently yanked again. When he tilted his head back, she took the opportunity to kiss and take tiny bites of his throat, causing him to moan even louder.
His pleasured sounds made her feel powerful and gorgeous. She reached for the condom packet forgotten in his fist, but before she could grab it, her phone rang.
With a groan that had more to do with exasperation than pleasure, Felicity dropped flat to the mattress and closed her eyes for a moment. Even though she wasn’t even close to pulling herself together enough to answer, she still reached for her phone. If she didn’t answer, her sisters would very likely sendin the cavalry or—even more frightening—come themselves. Although they’d probably have the Dino situation sorted in minutes, Felicity wanted to bring this one skip in on her own. She’d worked with Charlie so much that it felt like they were a melded-together pair, and she’d started to wonder if she could even bring skips in on her own anymore.
Although she did have Bennett to help, he didn’t count, since he was hers. Glancing at him, she saw that he’d tipped off her to the side and was mirroring her position, flat on his back with his eyes closed. She gave him a peck on the nose, and he smiled without opening his eyes.
Her phone stopped ringing, and she remembered why she’d called a halt to fun times. Charlie’s name was on the display, and Felicity quickly called her sister back.
“Bad time?” Charlie asked as soon as she answered.
Yes, Felicity immediately thought but didn’t say that out loud, because then she’d have to explainwhyit was a bad time, and that’d just be awkward. “Nope, just didn’t have an extra hand available to answer my phone,” she answered truthfully. When she glanced at Bennett, she saw he was giving her that smoldering look again, and she flushed with heat, looking away so she could concentrate on what Charlie was saying.
“Any luck with Dino?”
