Page 94 of Long for Me
When it was gone, he crinkled the bottle in his hand, re-capped it, and tossed the whole thing off to the side.
“Get your sweet little ass over here, dropping the shirt on the way. I’m suddenly hungry.”
A shiver of earthquake proportions racked my body and my lips parted. “Sir—”
“Ah, and you’re learning quickly.”
I slid my coffee mug onto a table by the door and stepped toward him, my fingers going to the buttons between my breasts. “I’ve had a good teacher.”
He patted the weight bench he was straddling. “The only teacher you’ll ever have.”
I flushed with his praise, the depth of his promise and walked to him, shredding his dress shirt and my inhibitions to the floor. When I reached him, I flung my leg over his and straddled him. His hands settled on my hips.
I looked around the room. A treadmill and a rowing machine faced two large windows so he could use them and stare out over the river. Four other weight apparatuses filled the room, varying amounts of weights stacked on bars and more piled on the floor.
“You work out a lot.”
“You know I do.”
“Yeah? A lot of aggression to work out?”
I was teasing him. He didn’t grin. His hands cupped my face and he pressed his mouth to mine, quickly but forcefully. “No. A lot of sexual frustration to work out once I had to sit there and watch you sway your sexy hips into my office every day before I could have you. Now I’m just trying to stay in shape so I can keep up with you.”
“Right, I’m the sex fiend.”
“Mysex fiend,” he growled and kissed me again. It built quickly, the heat ignited as soon as our tongues touched. My hips gyrated against his and as soon as I ground my clit against his rigid erection, he pulled back. “Stand up.”
“What?” I was breathless, already aroused. He wanted to stop?
Whatever expression I gave him, he laughed and kissed me quickly. “Up you go.”
He tapped my hips and I stood. Expected him to do the same.
Instead, my eyes popped wide. He slid down the bench, on his back, mouth almost at my sex.
“Hold on to the bar, Rebecca, and sit on my face. But be careful, you move that bar too much and you’re going to have two hundred and fifty pounds slamming down on us.”
Two hundred and fifty? No wonder he was so freaking ripped.
Good God, I was dating the Hulk.
“Rebecca. Hands.”
His command hit me right in my center, my pussy clenching for him.
“Yes, sir.” I cleared my throat, looking down at him as his hands gripped my hips. He pulled me to him, my feet flat on the floor but as he went to work devouring me, the burn ignited in my thighs.
Holding myself up took work.
My head fell back and I moaned. I ground my hips against him, soaked in the feel of him and his tongue.
Good God. His tongue. Hot and warm, he ate me like he couldn’t get enough of me. Forget we’d gone at it for hours the night before.
My fingers curled around the weight bar. The rattling of metal on metal made the weights clang together.
Delicious music, accompanied by my gasps and whimpers, his groans as he devoured me.
“Bennett.”
