“I didn’t want any lines to show through my dress,” I explain, panting as I try to catch my breath just as the elevator chimes and the doors open.
Bennett carefully puts me down and makes quick work to adjust my dress, but there’s no need, the floor his room is on is deserted.
He grabs my hand and leads me through the entryway of his room after swiping his keycard.
I drop his hand and act as if I’m taking in his suite, but I can’t make sense of a single detail, completely distracted by how wound up my body is. The moment he turns the deadbolt, he faces me and then our bodies collide once more.
We’re a tangling mess of limbs as we strip each other out of our clothes. I break the kiss and wander into the bedroom, but I don’t get more than a few feet before Bennett clasps my wrist and pulls me toward him.
“Come here, baby. I want to watch you fall apart for me,” he rasps with my back pressed against his chest. I have to bite back a whimper when I arch my back and his cock nudges my ass.
Turning my head, I arch a brow at him and taunt, “Ah, shucks. Forget my name already? You had so many redeeming qualities, well, really just one, if I’m being honest.” I bite my lip as I look down at his thick cock that’s begging to be sucked. Slowly trailing my fingernail up his thigh, I grip his shaft and am thrilled to find my hand can’t clasp around it.This is going to be a fun ride.
“Scarlett,” he growls out my name as he carefully brushes my hair over my shoulder before placing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone. “How could I forget the name of the woman who has invaded my every thought for the past month?”
I let out an unattractive snort, unwilling to believe that statement, and start to chuckle.
But my laughter dies in my throat as Bennett wraps my hair around his fist and yanks it back.
“Careful, Little Red. I’d hate to have to spank that snark out of you,” he warns.
My answering whimper tells him all he needs to know about how I’d feel about being spanked.
“Hmm,” he hums. “Perhaps you want to be punished. Does that turn you on, Scar? The thought of me turning this creamy skin red?” He pauses to palm my ass and I can’t stop the moan that slips past my lips. He steps closer, caging me in against the bedroom wall and his broad chest. “Yeah, me too.”
Bennett is hard all over. Every inch of his body is defined and looks like he’s spent years in the gym.Maybe he has a manual labor job. Construction?
All thoughts evacuate my brain as Bennett drags the head of his cock between my legs from my opening to my clit.
The feel of his hot skin against mine has my skin erupting in goosebumps. The anticipation is killing me, I can’t take it another minute.
“Condom?” I ask.
“Whoa, why the rush?”
“I don’t know, most guys aren’t into the whole foreplay thing, I figured you were one of them.”
Bennett stills behind me, his chest stiffening as he speaks. “You figured wrong, Little Red. Wrong for thinking you should bring up other guys right now, and wrong for thinking I haven’t been daydreaming about what I would do to the girl who got away if I ever caught her in my orbit again. I’ve fucked my fist countless times to thoughts of tasting your sweet pussy. So I’m going to need you to get on that bed on your hands and knees with your ass up for me, baby girl.”
He pushes me toward the bed and lightly spanks my ass as I go. I’m completely unashamed of the moan that slips past my lips at the contact.
Bennett chuckles in response. “I knew it.”
This is sure to be one of the best nights of my life.
Bennett
“If I could live anywhere in the world, it’d probably be either Stars Hollow or Paris,” Scar says as she clasps her fingers through mine. The sun is just starting to peek through the small gap in the curtains, painting her creamy skin with a golden glow.
“Where is Stars Hollow?” I question somewhat absentmindedly. I’m distracted, my focus set on counting the number of freckles on her left shoulder.
Rolling up onto her knees, she straddles me and looks down at me in shock. “You can’t be serious. You don’t know where Stars Hollow is?” she presses.
“No,” I admit, letting out a yawn as I stretch and then fold my arms under the back of my head. “Is that out east?”
She laughs at that, and I get lost in the songlike sound. “That’s because it is a fictitious town fromGilmore Girls.”
“You’re a little brat,” I tell her, playfully swatting her ass before I grip her hips and bring them back down on me.
