“You,” I growl out, pressing even closer, “need tobehave, Magnolia.”
Neither of us are behaving. My hands are on her hips, tight enough to bruise, my leg between her thighs as she cants her hips down in aborted little movements. I can feel her fucking breath on my lips when she laughs.
“I’ve never behaved a day in my life,” she replies with a smirk that I want to kiss right off her mouth.
My morals are slipping fast enough that I can feel it. The issues of her being David’s daughter and Bo’s sister and of why I’m here in the first place are fading away as my focus narrows down to nothing but the soft skin beneath my thumb as her shirt rides up.
“You can be a good girl,” I whisper even as she grinds her hips down against my thigh in torturous little circles. “I know you can.”
She grins up at me, antagonistic and inviting all at once, just begging me to put her in her place. “You think so?” she asks sweetly, batting her long blonde lashes.
I’m playing right into her hands when I sigh and squeeze my hands down over her slim hips even tighter, but I can’t stop myself.
“You shouldn’t tease people like me, sweet Magnolia,” I croon, forgetting that I’m supposed to at least bytryingto behave instead of inviting her to be even brattier. “If you can’t behave, you’re going to find out what bad girls get. Wouldn’t you rather be good?”
She snakes a hand up and wraps it around the nape of my neck before I can even flinch, and she looks me straight in my eyes when she says, “I’d rather get what I want, Bennett.”
And then she closes the last inch of distance between us, taking my mouth with hers.
She tastes like toothpaste and leftover lip gloss, and I can’t stop the moan that rumbles up from my chest when her lips part beneath mine. I pull her impossibly closer to my chest, drinking down the gasp that tumbles from her mouth. Nothing has ever tasted as good as she does, forbidden fruit so sweet on my tongue. Her body is lax and eager against mine, her hips jolting when my fingers crush down over them.
I tear away before I can lose my head entirely, wrapping a hand around her slim throat to keep her in place.
Her pulse pounds beneath my fingers, all excitement and arousal. My cock twitches in my jeans, well past half-hard and begging me to bury myself deep inside her. God, how fast would her pulse get when I make her cum?
Fuck, I need to stop this train of thought,now.
“You’re going to get both of us in a lot of trouble,” I warn her. She grins at me like it’s a promise. “I’m serious, Maggie. If you’re not careful, I could do some very dangerous things to you.”
I flex my fingers around her throat to make my point, but she just shivers and presses even further into my hold, her eyes going hazy with want. Those pretty lashes flutter withexcitement, and I have to use every ounce of self control to stop myself from squeezing down harder. I didn’t expect to echo my own penchant for a little bit of roughness, and the desire sparking in her gaze makes it hard to tell myself to stop.
“Come on, Bennett,” she whispers, smiling up at me so sweetly. “That’s not going to stop me. I’ve always liked danger.”
Need flares bright in my chest at her confession, and my restraint snaps. I crowd her even further against the wall, slotting my lips over hers in a furious, hungry kiss. She whimpers into it, her whole body writhing as she tries to yank me impossibly closer. I’ve never wanted someone so badly in my entire life, my cock throbbing in my jeans, so hard it’s painful. Her hips grind down against my leg, the silk of her shorts make the glide easy. I urge her movements on with my hands, helping her angle herself perfectly to take her pleasure.
It’s not until her hips snap forward far enough to press into my own that reality hits me. The brush of warm skin just over the straining bulge in my jeans is a stark reminder of what this all leads to.
I shove her back, one hand on her hips and one on her throat, both of us panting with desire.
I can’t do this. I can’t let her do this either. She’s too young for me, and she’s my boss’s daughter. My friend’s sister. Anything more than this is asking for things to blow up. I can’t allow her to tempt me any further.
Any more, and I won’t let her walk away without knowing what every inch of her feels like, inside and out.
I peel my hands off her, ignoring the way she whines as I step back.
My eyes stay pinned to the floor, those ridiculous bunny slippers in my peripheral.
“We can’t do this,” I say quietly, injecting as much steel into my voice as I can manage when my hands are still tremblingwith need. “I’m serious, Magnolia. Wecan’t. You need to be good and go back home. Go to bed. Sleep it off.”
Maggie sucks in a shaky breath to argue with me, but I cut her off before she can even start.
“Go to bed, Maggie.”
With that, I turn on my heel and damn near run out of the barn, back toward my trailer. I’m so hard that every step has me flinching, the taste of her lingering on my lips. Her voice fades the further I get from the barn, and I ignore every call of my name and curse flung my way.
If I turn back around now, like fuck I’ll be able to stop.
She’s not the only one who needs to behave, and I can’t let myself slip like that again. There’s too much at stake.
