my
bottom lip, and I fought for air. He slid his thumbs over my cheeks and stared deeply into my eyes, right
before his lips brushed over mine, so gently that I shivered.
Did this man have to take everything in measured steps? I was dying a slow erotic death.
He positioned his body over mine. “I love your eyes. They remind me of a rainstorm.”
My hands rested on his chest and I moved them up to his hair. It was silky-smooth, and I closed my
fists around the velvety strands.
Then the soft pillows of his lips hummed in concert against mine.
When his tongue slipped between my lips, I whimpered. He explored my mouth slow and careful,
and all the nerve endings in my body began to pulse against him.
He reached into my hair, tightening his hold and deepening the kiss.
His tongue lapped against mine like his life depended on it. Something that sounded like a growl
emerged from the back of his throat and sent another heat wave ripping through me.
Bennett was kissing the shit out of me and I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care because if this is
what kissing him felt like, I could get my fill of oxygen later.
He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, and then my top lip, taking his time sucking each one as my
fingers dug deeper into his neck.
His hands never traveled south even though I would have welcomed them. All of his focus was on
my lips. And then on my neck. And then on my ear. His hot breath making my toes curl.
This man knew how to kiss. He shifted again and the entire length of him covered me. I felt every place on his body that
touched mine—his chest, his stomach, his pelvis. Bennett claimed a patch of skin at the base of my
throat and drew it into his mouth hungrily. The ache between my legs intensified and I tilted my hips
against his.
His tongue slid back inside my mouth, wet, deep, and forceful. Like he was starving and I was his
last meal. I fought to keep my breaths steady. They were as reckless as my thundering heart rate.
An eternity passed before Bennett took a breath, but I immediately grieved the loss of his tongue.
My lips were swollen and my face stung from his stubble, but I’d welcome him back in a heartbeat. No
questions asked.
He looked into my eyes for a long, silent moment before kissing the hell out of me again. His
mouth captured mine in a desperate, frenzied, heated rush. I was jumping off a cliff, sinking, drowning,
and couldn’t have cared less about being saved as long as he kept kissing me.
I was aroused, flying sky-high, and could barely take anymore. I wanted this man, if he’d have me.
He pulled me on top of him, and I could feel his hard-on bumping against the thin material of my
underwear. He was hot and throbbing and I was panting and desperate from need.
I traced my hand down his stomach to the top of his shorts, and he shuddered out a breath.
He latched on to my hand to stop me. “Avery, I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I said between heavy breaths. “Bennett, I want you.”
His whole body stiffened. And then he moved from under me. “I . . . I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?” My voice had raised an octave. “Why the hell did you come over,
Bennett?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He placed his head in his hands. “You’re the sexiest
woman I’ve ever met.”
This man was the personification of sexy, so Bennett thinking the same about me was mind
bending. A shiver of gratitude raced through me, only to vanish, like that vivid moment when a snowflake lands on your fingertip, pure and whole, the second before it dissolves.
“What’s the problem, then?”
“Avery.” He reached for his shirt on the floor. “I’m . . . waiting.”
“Obviously,” I said. “Waiting for what?”
“For the right
bottom lip, and I fought for air. He slid his thumbs over my cheeks and stared deeply into my eyes, right
before his lips brushed over mine, so gently that I shivered.
Did this man have to take everything in measured steps? I was dying a slow erotic death.
He positioned his body over mine. “I love your eyes. They remind me of a rainstorm.”
My hands rested on his chest and I moved them up to his hair. It was silky-smooth, and I closed my
fists around the velvety strands.
Then the soft pillows of his lips hummed in concert against mine.
When his tongue slipped between my lips, I whimpered. He explored my mouth slow and careful,
and all the nerve endings in my body began to pulse against him.
He reached into my hair, tightening his hold and deepening the kiss.
His tongue lapped against mine like his life depended on it. Something that sounded like a growl
emerged from the back of his throat and sent another heat wave ripping through me.
Bennett was kissing the shit out of me and I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care because if this is
what kissing him felt like, I could get my fill of oxygen later.
He pulled my lower lip into his mouth, and then my top lip, taking his time sucking each one as my
fingers dug deeper into his neck.
His hands never traveled south even though I would have welcomed them. All of his focus was on
my lips. And then on my neck. And then on my ear. His hot breath making my toes curl.
This man knew how to kiss. He shifted again and the entire length of him covered me. I felt every place on his body that
touched mine—his chest, his stomach, his pelvis. Bennett claimed a patch of skin at the base of my
throat and drew it into his mouth hungrily. The ache between my legs intensified and I tilted my hips
against his.
His tongue slid back inside my mouth, wet, deep, and forceful. Like he was starving and I was his
last meal. I fought to keep my breaths steady. They were as reckless as my thundering heart rate.
An eternity passed before Bennett took a breath, but I immediately grieved the loss of his tongue.
My lips were swollen and my face stung from his stubble, but I’d welcome him back in a heartbeat. No
questions asked.
He looked into my eyes for a long, silent moment before kissing the hell out of me again. His
mouth captured mine in a desperate, frenzied, heated rush. I was jumping off a cliff, sinking, drowning,
and couldn’t have cared less about being saved as long as he kept kissing me.
I was aroused, flying sky-high, and could barely take anymore. I wanted this man, if he’d have me.
He pulled me on top of him, and I could feel his hard-on bumping against the thin material of my
underwear. He was hot and throbbing and I was panting and desperate from need.
I traced my hand down his stomach to the top of his shorts, and he shuddered out a breath.
He latched on to my hand to stop me. “Avery, I don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
“The same thing you’re doing to me,” I said between heavy breaths. “Bennett, I want you.”
His whole body stiffened. And then he moved from under me. “I . . . I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?” My voice had raised an octave. “Why the hell did you come over,
Bennett?”
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He placed his head in his hands. “You’re the sexiest
woman I’ve ever met.”
This man was the personification of sexy, so Bennett thinking the same about me was mind
bending. A shiver of gratitude raced through me, only to vanish, like that vivid moment when a snowflake lands on your fingertip, pure and whole, the second before it dissolves.
“What’s the problem, then?”
“Avery.” He reached for his shirt on the floor. “I’m . . . waiting.”
“Obviously,” I said. “Waiting for what?”
“For the right
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