Bennett studied her. “You’re not going to push?”
“No. But I’m not going anywhere either.”
The pressure in his chest eased enough to breathe through.
She stepped closer, reaching up to brush her fingers over the short stubble along his jaw. “I’m here for you.”
His hands found her waist, his fingers curling against the hem of his shirt as he dragged her toward him.
“I need this,” he said. “You.”
She rose on her toes and met his mouth with a kiss that started slow and thoughtful. It deepened quickly, heat rising like a match struck too close to dry wood. Need instantly surfaced, spreading through him like wildfire. When he backed her toward the counter, she went willingly, lifting her arms so he could pull the shirt over her head.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured.
She was gorgeous, naked, and his.
Laurel leaned into him, her bare skin and tight nipples scraping against his chest, sending a sharp jolt straight through him. Her wicked hand snaked between them, brushing over his abs, and his stomach quivered in response. Then her hand was on the button of his jeans, tugging them open with a practiced flick a heart-pounding second before she slid her hand inside to grip his erection.
He groaned into her mouth and pulsed in her hand.
“Bedroom?” she whispered, removing her touch.
He shook his head, lifting her in one fluid motion and setting her on the edge of the counter. “Here’s good.”
She laughed, breathless, and wrapped her legs around him as he leaned in, kissing her like he didn’t want to stop.
Because he didn’t.
Hands wandered. Mouths moved.
She kissed him with a hunger that pushed reason aside. No teasing or hesitation. Just heat and trust and the kind of yes that came from someplace deeper than instinct.
Her fingers slid into his hair, tugging just enough to make him growl. He slid his hands up her quivering thighs and found her already slick, already aching for him.
“Killing me.”
Her laugh hitched on a gasp as he stroked her with firm, knowing pressure. She arched into him, her nails scraping over his back, her breath warm and uneven against his neck.
“Now,” she whispered. “Bennett…please.”
She didn’t need to beg.
He dropped onto his knees and placed his mouth where she needed him most.
She moaned and shifted closer, shoving her hands into his hair.
He held her hips and pulled her in tight as he licked and sucked, slowly and deliberately, each stroke designed to undo her.
She sure as hell was undoing him.
Laurel’s breath stuttered, her hips jerking forward before his hands anchored her. He didn’t let up. Just pressed deeper, teasing her with the flat of his tongue, then circling until her moans turned ragged and desperate.
“Bennett…” Her voice cracked as her thighs began to tremble, her fingers tightening in his hair like she needed something to hold on to.
He groaned low against her, and the sound, the vibration must’ve sent her over because she flew apart with a cry that sent a fresh jolt of arousal ricochetting through him. She bucked wildly and rode out her climax, her glorious breasts bouncing in tandem.
Only when her movements subsided did he ease back and rise to his feet.
