Page 76 of Feels Like Love
“I’m going to go grab some water, then you can ask me all the questions you want.” He turned for the living room. “Can I get you anything?”
I was going to laugh, but when I saw his ass, I could scarcely breathe. The man was a god.
He pulled on some athletic shorts and snuck down the hall. When he returned a moment later, it was with a white box in hand. I’d barely even had time to consider whether to put my shirt back on. Or to attempt to fix my hair.
“Oh my god.” I pushed myself up on the bed. “Did you bring me pastries?”
“I did. Which one do you want?” He held the box open to me. I pointed at the one I wanted, and he removed it, holding it to my lips.
I took a bite and moaned around it, the flavors bursting on my tongue. He turned it to himself and took a bite. “Damn, that is good.”
He used his finger to swipe some of the cream filling then smeared it across my nipple. I gasped as it hardened in response, my nerve endings coming alive at the smells and sensations.
He grinned and did the same to my other nipple, then leaned forward to lick it away with his tongue. I swallowed hard, in love with this man and the way he played my body. Like it was his.
“You had questions?” he asked, his attention still on my nipples.
“Huh?” I tore my gaze from what he was doing. “You keep distracting me,” I said, though I didn’t mind. Anything to forget the fact that this was a training exercise and nothing more. “And I do.”
“Shoot.” His slow, sexy grin was doing funny things to my insides. Like melting my brain.
“Does it hurt when you come?” I asked, curiosity overriding my better sense. I couldn’t help it. Bennett had always made me feel comfortable, even now. I didn’t know if it was because I’d known him my whole life or just who he was, but I knew I could ask him—tell him—anything.
He chuckled, propping himself up on one elbow as he watched me. “No. It feels great. Butthatfelt especially amazing.”
My cheeks heated from his compliment. “Good.”
His gaze was intense, and I shifted my legs, feeling the urge to move. “Does it hurt when you come?” he asked.
I glanced at the bedspread, picking at one of the thread flowers on it. “I don’t know.”
He started coughing. “Um, what?”
“I told you—I’m practically a virgin.” And the two times I’d had sex hadn’t been all that fun, and they’d ended quickly. Since then, I hadn’t gotten that far with anyone. Hadn’t had the time or interest, if I was being completely honest.
“Yeah, but don’t you ever…touch yourself?”
“I mean, yeah, I’ve tried. I’ve just never had much success with it. Sometimes, um—” My cheeks were on fire, and I stared at the comforter, unable to look at him. “Sometimes I’ll get close with a pillow.”
I wondered what he was thinking as he lay there. Next to me. With the knowledge I’d just shared.
“Damn. A pillow.” He rubbed his hand over his chin. “That’s hot,” he finally said.
“Really?” I met his gaze, shocked by the heat I found there, his eyes hooded with desire.
“Fuck yeah.” He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Though close isn’t nearly good enough.”
“No.” I shook my head sadly. “It’s not.” It was frustrating as hell, especially lately. With Bennett constantly around—being his sweet, sexy self—I was full of pent-up energy just waiting to explode.
“Can I try?” he finally asked, shocking the hell out of me.
“You want to—” I gulped “—touch me?”
He kissed me. “And taste you.” I must’ve made a funny face because he added, “But only if you want me to.”
Was he kidding? I’d imagined his touch countless times. We’d bake something, and I’d watch the way his hands worked the dough with skill. His long fingers conveying a gentle touch despite their evident strength.
Even so, I hesitated, scared to finally take that next step. Not because of him, but because then I’d have to explain.
