Page 93 of Long for Me
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Rebecca
Two months later
I awoke to the whirl of the heat kicking on, the cocoon of Bennett’s bedding surrounding me tightly and the hint of his scent nearby, but even before I opened my eyes I knew he wasn’t lying next to me. Mostly because when he was lying next to me, I wasn’t cocooned in bedding, but in his thick biceps and fingertips on my stomach as he held my back to his chest.
It’d been three months since Bennett and I began sleeping together. We ended most nights in his bed. It’d been over a week since I even stepped foot inside my house unless it was to grab a new change of clothes or a book. Slowly, all my things were making their way to Bennett’s condo and he didn’t seem to care one little bit.
I hated being away from him, especially at night. He’d been right, all those months ago. I’d never had someone look out for me or keep me safe. I hadn’t even realized how much I hated going to bed in an empty house, making sure all the doors and windows were locked, until I had someone else doing all that protecting for me. And in addition to the safety and protection he gave, it was always better sleeping next to Bennett than it was alone.
Our lovemaking ended with one of us rolling to our back, the other—usually me—rolling to our side, and then it was lights out.
Bennett was different in every single way, which shouldn’t have surprised me, yet I was hoping I had a lifetime of Bennett Ashby consistently surprising me.
With him in mind, I tossed off his plush, cream duvet and swung my feet to the floor. I snagged his navy shirt he’d worn last night and shrugged it on, buttoning it in between my breasts as I made my way to the bathroom.
After cleaning up, grabbing my toothbrush and washing my face, I pulled my hair back to a ponytail and went searching for him.
It was quiet outside his room, so I continued past the living space, headed to the kitchen where the scent of caramel-flavored nirvana assaulted me.
I stopped, poured coffee into a mug I assumed he’d left on the countertop for me and put the creamer he’d left out back in the fridge.
Clang!
I jumped at the noise that, while muffled, came from his workout room.
I’d been with Bennett long enough to know the man worked out at least five times a week.
Anotherclangechoed through the door and I headed in that direction.
I twisted the doorknob, opened the door, and froze.
Bennett Freaking Ashby. In all his magnificent glory was sprawled on his back, only a pair of black shorts on, feet planted firmly on the floor, grunting while he hoisted a metal weight bar above his head.
The bar held more circular weights, piled wider than I’d ever seen any man lift before.
That explained his massive biceps and physique. Clearly, I knew he worked out. I’d just never woken up early enough to watch him.
I was now going to be doing it every single morning. Nothing better than Bennett on his back, bench pressing three times my weight while I sipped my morning coffee.
Thin, white wires dangled from his ears so I knew he couldn’t hear me.
Propping my shoulder on the doorframe, I stayed where I was, sipping my coffee. The view I had had to be better than any ocean view. More breathtaking than the Grand Canyon, he was that handsome. Dark, coarse leg hair disappeared beneath his shorts, and God.
I wanted to lick him.
Everywhere. I wanted to lick the valleys on his abs, the veins on his arms. I wanted to tug down his shorts and get my breakfast from wrapping my mouth around his thick and heavy dick, taking him deep in my throat.
I stepped into the room, swallowing back the rest of my coffee and then jumped as the weight bar he’d been lifting rang out against the metal holder.
He yanked out his ear buds. “I know you’re there. Do you like making me hard while I’m trying to focus on my workout?”
I grinned and stepped closer. “In all honesty, I just like that I make you hard.”
He huffed a laugh and sat up, back bowed, shoulders slumped even while he breathed heavily. A trail of sweat dripped between his pecs. He reached to the floor and grabbed a bottle of water.
In all of it, his eyes, narrowed, were on me. Cheeks flushed from his workout, I held his gaze, more breathless by the moment, while he chugged the water.
