Page 70 of The Scenic Route
Resting his chin between her breasts, he smiled at her so sweetly that she felt her heart squeeze. Cupping his raspy cheeks, she pulled up for a lingering kiss, mouth to mouth this time.
“That was a nice way to wake up,” she said when he pulled back slightly.
A crease formed between his eyebrows. “Nice?”
She laughed. “Spectacular? Is that better?”
“Only if you mean it.” He kissed the tip of her nose and then her mouth again, as if he couldn’t keep his lips off her.
“Oh, I mean it.” She used her hands, still on his cheeks, to tip his face so she could kiss him properly. As always, it was as if someone struck a match in a room full of gas fumes. As soon as their lips and tongues met, she was primed for him, her earlier orgasm a distant memory as her body cried out for more of Bennett.
He pushed her knees up and wide as he sank into her heat, fitting so well that she had the whimsical thought that they were made to come together. Then he was moving, and all her thoughts scattered as she clung to him and rode out the storm of another mind-blasting orgasm.
Still mostly hard, he rocked in her afterward, small movements, as if he didn’t want to leave the heat of her body. When he finally did withdraw, she gave a disappointed sigh, which made him grin.
“Yeah,” he said, and she realized he really did know how she felt—that empty loneliness when they weren’t locked together.
As he disposed of the condom in the trash can next to the bed, Felicity blinked. “I’m glad you remembered protection,” she said, “because I wasn’t thinking straight.”
“You were thinking straight the first time,” he said, bending to give her another kiss that started light but deepened quickly, until she was panting with renewed need by the time he pulled back. “We’ll take turns.”
Since she’d already forgotten what they were discussing the second his lips touched hers, she doubted she’d be much use in remembering next time. “Maybe there’s an app that’ll remind us.”
His low chuckle drew a shiver down her spine in the best way. “I bet there is.”
Felicity did a full-body stretch, feeling pretty amazing, considering their intense schedule over the past week. “What time is it?”
“Six. That’s why I woke you. Figured you’d want to work out before breakfast.”
She beamed at him, both for his consideration and the way he’d chosen to wake her up. “You’re rather spectacular.”
His proud grin was quickly hidden. “That the word of the day then?”
“Spectacular?” Stretching again, she felt like a pampered cat who’d found a patch of sunshine. “Yes, that works. I believe it’s going to be a trulyspectacularday.”
***
That promise held true through breakfast. As she popped a perfectly ripe strawberry into her mouth, she felt strangely like she really was a carefree woman on her honeymoon in a beautiful place with a gorgeous partner, well satisfied in every way and ridiculously in love.
Wait.
In love?
The words made her instantly panic, and she darted a look at Bennett.
He tensed, half standing, his gaze scanning the room. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, sorry, absolutely nothing.” She wasn’t normallya babbler, but right now she was definitely babbling. “Sorry I scared you. I just had a thought, but it’s not even real, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
He stared at her, his gaze piercing, but her reassurances must’ve done the trick, because he relaxed slightly, settling back in his chair. “Everything okay in your head then?”
The wording made her laugh. “As okay as it ever is.”
He smiled back at her. “Ready?”
Immediately brought back to reality and the sting they needed to pull off, Felicity sucked in a bracing breath and then blew it out, expelling all the weirdness her random thought had stirred up in her mind. “Ready.”
Seventeen
