My laughter subsides, quickly shifting into sheer desire at the promise in his question. I had been laughing so hard, I’d honestly thought he’d hung up.
Before I can respond, someone knocks—more like pounds—on my door.
“Hang on a minute, someone’s at my door,” I tell him.
“You’d better get that,” he says and then hangs up.
Shit, why’d he hang up? I hadn’t got around to telling him the reason I’d called him in the first place.
When I open the door, my eyes widen at the sight of a heaving Bennett bracing himself with both arms reaching up to where he has a death grip on the top of the doorframe.
“Bennett—” I start but am cut off when he lifts me with one arm around my waist, and slams the door shut with his other. My legs wrap around his waist on instinct, and when my clit rubs against his thick erection, I have to bite back a moan that threatens to escape.
“Now do you see what you’ve done to me, Red?” he asks as he braces me against the wall of my hotel room and grinds his length against my aching core, still holding me up with only one arm under my ass and the other bracketing my head.
My pebbled nipples brush against his still-heaving chest, and I feel as though I could combust right here right now with clothing between us and not so much as a kiss.
His gaze is intense—his eyes wild with desire—as he stares into my eyes. When he peers at my mouth and frees my bottom lip from my teeth with this thumb, I can’t help the whimper that slips free.
“Tell me to stop, Little Red.”
I stay silent, which only makes his body tremble against mine in response.
“Remind me of our rules. Tell me this is a bad idea. That I don’t know what’s good for me—good for us.”
Screw any rule I put in place saying this was wrong. I don’t utter a single word, the only sounds escaping me are my ragged breaths. His eyes search mine for hesitation, which he won’t find. I want this. God, do I want this. Him. Here. Now.
“Fuck it,” he rushes out before claiming my mouth in a kiss so intoxicating, it leaves me heady at the feel of his plush lips fighting for dominance against mine.
Bennett kisses me and it feels like my life has been at a standstill all this time up until the moment I could feel his lips on mine again. He kisses me with such ferocity and hunger, it feels like he’ll never be sated. And I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to get enough of him either now that I’ve tasted him once again.
It’s beenso longsince a man kissed me, though I’ve never been kissed like this. It’s possessive.Claiming. Bennett isn’t just kissing me—he’s altering my brain chemistry.
We kiss in a clash of lips, teeth, and tongues until we’re both gasping for breath. Bennett moves across the room and lays me on my bed before standing to his full height at the edge of the bed.
“I should go,” he says as he sinks to his knees.
I shake my head in response, unable to form even a simple “no.”
His hands glide up my thighs until his fingers rest just inside the waistband of my satin sleep shorts that are doing nothing to hide the mess he’s making of me.
“I really should walk out that door right now,” he brings his forehead to rest against my lower stomach, almost as if he’s about to beg me formercy. If he does, there’s no chance I’ll willingly give it. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
“Tell me to leave,” he pleads and I shake my head fervently in silent reply. “Is this what you want?” he asks.
I nod my head but he shakes his head at me. “Words, Scar.”
“Yes. Yes, of course, this is what I want. Now stop torturing the both of us and fuck your fiancée,” I demand.
“But what about the no-touch rule?” he questions.
“Fuck the rules,” I pant, desperate to feel his touch anywhere and everywhere.
An impish grin spreads across his face as he slowly slides my sleep shorts off, letting out a low groan when he finds me pantiless once again.
He peppers whisper-soft kisses up and down my slit and I somehow whimper in both satisfaction and frustration.
“I need—” I start but he lifts his head, cutting me off.
