Page 81 of Feels Like Love
I nodded, wondering where she was going with this. “Yes. It is.”
“It is, but on a scale of one to fuckable, where does this dress fall?”
I released her, letting my hands linger as I stepped back. She turned to face me, and I scanned her from head to toe. The dress was black with a pattern on it—butterflies, maybe. But I couldn’t take my eyes off her skin. Her legs and thighs that were revealed by the high slit. And the top that dipped so low, it was almost even with the band at her waist. But it was her lips that had me coming back to them—the deep red color that I could so easily picture wrapped around my cock. Especially now that I knew what her mouth looked like when she sucked me off.
She smiled, smoothing her hands up my chest. “Bennett?”
“Hm?” I was so spellbound, I’d forgotten she’d asked me a question.
“You didn’t ask, but on a scale from one to fuckable,” she whispered then pressed up on her toes. “You’re off the charts.”
“Is that so?” I placed my hands on her hips, swaying in the kitchen. “You’re going to have to stop distracting me if you want dinner any time soon.”
“As good as it smells,” she said, “I can think of something I want more.”
“Oh yeah?” I spun her out then back into me.
I clasped her hand in mine, pulling her close as I led her around the kitchen. It felt like the most natural thing in the world. I was exactly where I was supposed to be and with the woman I was meant to spend my life with.
“You’re smooth, Bennett Nash. Has anyone ever told you that?”
I grinned down at her. “And you’re beautiful.” We stilled, and I cupped her cheeks. “God, Wren. You’re so beautiful.” You have no idea.
How beautiful you are.
How in love with you I am.
“Bennett.” She swallowed hard, teasing the scruff along my jawline. “I want you.”
“You have no idea how badly I want you,” I said, our foreheads kissing. My dick hardening.How much I’ve always wanted you.
“Kiss me,” she said, and I kissed her neck, prompting her to sigh. “Take me.” I couldn’t resist dipping lower. “I need you.”
We kissed, and she slid her hand down to cup me over my pants. I closed my eyes. God, how I needed her. How could I possibly resist this—her?
But then what would happen? We’d have sex, and then she’d be ready to sleep with Arlo? And what about Liam? Fuck…Liam. I groaned and pulled back, panting.
“Your first time should be with someone special.” Someone who wasn’t me. No matter how badly I wanted it.
“I’m not a virgin, Bennett.” She rolled her eyes. “And this isn’t my first time.”
Close enough. But I didn’t say that, knowing it would only piss her off or make her feel even more inadequate about her lack of experience.
I closed my eyes, unable to think when she was standing before me. Looking like she was. I should tell her no. I should, but…shouldn’t she be with someone who loved her? Someone who would take care of her? Put her needs first and give her the experience she deserved?
And did I honestly think anyone could do that better than me?
I went over and switched off the stove. When I returned to Wren, she was biting back a grin. A thrill ran through me at what we were about to do, and I pulled her to me, kissing her roughly. Marking her lips, her skin, as mine.
“God, these tits…” I massaged them through the thin material, feeling her nipples harden beneath my hands.
Fuck me.
“No bra?” I grinned. “Someone was feeling naughty tonight.”
I kissed her neck while peeling her dress from her shoulder. One side then the other, revealing her tits to me. She smiled on a sigh, tilting her head back as I massaged her breasts. Teasing the skin, circling the nipples, watching in awe as they puckered. I leaned forward to taste her, nipping at her skin, sucking her breast into my mouth just the way she liked.
I wanted—needed—more. More skin. More touching. More…Wren.
