Page 119 of Feels Like Love
He nodded, taking a seat next to me. He placed his arm behind me, and I nestled into his side. It almost didn’t seem fair to be this happy, considering Tessa had just died.
“It’s good to be home,” he said, and I focused on Bennett.
“So…” I walked my fingers up his chest. “Did you want to watch a baking show or…”
“Or?” He smirked.
“We could go to bed.”
He chuckled, bringing my fingers to his mouth for a kiss. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He locked up while I started the dishwasher, and then we headed down the hall to my—our—room, together. We stepped inside, and I locked the door behind him. Everything was the same but different.Better.
“Wren.” Bennett cupped my face, capturing my lips with a kiss that left no doubt in my mind—I was his. And he was mine, ours.
Then his hands were canvassing my skin, exploring my stomach from beneath my shirt. I sighed, reveling in the feel of his large fingers splayed across my skin. They climbed higher, caressing me over my bra, making my body quiver with anticipation as I groaned with frustration and desire.
“Bennett.” I swallowed. “I need you.”
We undressed each other slowly, as if it were the first time. And in some ways, it was.
He reached for a condom, but I placed my hand over his to stop him. “I don’t want anything between us.”
“Will you think about stopping the pill?” he asked, brushing his fingers along my cheekbone.
“You’re serious?”
He nodded. “I know I kind of sprung this on you. And I know you didn’t have an easy labor or delivery with River. But I promise to be by your side every step of the way.”
This man…
“Just…think about it for now. No pressure.”
“You just moved in, and you’re already talking kids?” I teased.
“Well, we already have one. What’s another?” My heart was goo at this point. Mush. And Bennett held it in the palm of his hand.
“Yes.” I nodded, tears filling my eyes. “Yes. I want that too.”
“And…” He dropped his forehead to mine. “I think we should get River a dog.”
I laughed. “Wow. Anything else?” I teased, arching my hips up to meet his. Needing that pressure. That connection. “I like how you softened me up with an orgasm. Then sprung all this on me while holding my next one hostage.”
“Yeah.” He flashed me a sheepish grin, his dick gliding through my folds. “I would say I’m sorry about that, but I’m not sure I am.”
“You’ll pay for that.” I slapped his ass, and he grinned, taking it as a challenge.
“Fuck, baby.” He tucked my hair behind my ear, slanting his mouth over mine. “I’m not even inside you, and I feel like I’m going to blow. I’m not going to last long.”
I grinned, rolling us over so I was on top. “I guess we’ll just have to do it again later.”
“Yes. We will. Again and again and again.”
I grinned, liking the sound of that. “Forever.”
He pushed up on his elbows, watching as I sank down on him. “Oh god,” he hissed.
My mouth fell open at the sensation of being filled. Claimed. “So good.”
