Another buzz hits my thigh where my phone is tucked under my leg.
Make an excuse and meet me upstairs. There are four bedrooms to choose from.
I press my thighs together, heat curling low in my belly.
And say what exactly?
That their son feels like he’s seventeen again and can’t get enough of his girlfriend. How about the second on the right? I could be between your thighs making you come in less than five minutes.
My fork slips from my grip, hits the table, and falls to the floor.
Leia glances at me. “Are you okay, Mommy?”
“Yeah,” I say, ducking my head and pretending the fork just slipped, and it’s not because of the man directly across the table.
Bennett’s smirk widens, already pushing back from his chair. “Want me to get you another one?” His voice is full of charm and sweetness.
I narrow my eyes. “No, I’ve got it.” I rise from the table.
“Please, it’s my family’s home.”
Everyone’s eyes are volleying between us as we both walk into the kitchen.
He’s definitely using this as an excuse to get me alone.
He’s going to be the death of me.
“Nice game,” Romy says.
I think she’s calling us out, but the closer I get to the kitchen, knowing Bennett is going to take full advantage of having me alone for a few minutes, I can’t find it in myself to care.
Sure enough, he beats me into the kitchen, and when I walk in and am out of sight of the dining room, he wraps his arm around my waist and cages me against the wall.
God, will there ever come a time my body doesn’t want him?
One hand lands beside my head, palm flat against the wall. The other cradles my hip. The heat radiating off him, the desire coursing in his eyes… I won’t fight him on this. I’ll take every millisecond I can get with him.
I swallow. “They probably know what we’re doing.”
“I know,” he murmurs, not backing off. His mouth is inches from mine. “Did you wear this dress to torment me? If so, it’s working.”
My fingers run down his chest, feeling his muscles through the thin fabric. “I think there’s a different question you want the answer to, no?”
The hand on my hip inches lower, slipping beneath the fabric, deliberately slowly, as if there isn’t a table full of people in the other room. His fingertips curve up my thigh, and I press back into the wall. My skin pebbles as his palm glides higher, skimming along my inner thigh.
He teases, brushing his finger along the outer edge of my panties, and I’m desperate for him to pull the fabric to the side, to touch me.
Bennett’s mouth falls to my neck as that finger doing all the work runs down the center of me, and he stills for a moment. Quickly recovering, he brings his mouth to my ear and groans.
“You’re soaked,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe.
“Disappointed?” I whisper, since I’m not bare under my dress.
He pulls back, locking his eyes with me once more. “Never.”
His thumb brushes over the damp fabric, and I squeeze my eyes shut, biting my lip to keep from moaning. Our mouths crash together in a frantic kiss that’s all teeth and hunger. His hand on the wall drops to my waist, pinning me to the wall as if he can’t trust himself not to drag me upstairs and rip off this dress.
He kisses me like that first kiss in his office only weeks ago.
