My head tilts, lips parting, and his tongue instantly slides against mine. I whimper when he removes his hand and replaces it with his thigh. I shamelessly grind against it.
“I need a sleepover,” he growls against my lips. “An entire night.”
My fingers tangle in his hair, tugging at the short strands. He dips his head, trailing kisses along my jaw, then down to the sensitive skin beneath my ear.
“Fuck, take whatever you need.”
“We can’t,” I breathe, dizzy from his hips pressing into mine.
Understanding that we’re probably on our last second before curious little feet search us out, he slows the kiss, but it does nothing to stop my desire from building.
“Did you get lost finding a fork?” Lottie hollers from the other room.
He pulls back, chest heaving, then drops his forehead to mine. “Later. You’re not going home without an orgasm.”
I smile, breathless. “I’m already halfway there.”
His eyes flash. “Oh, just you wait.”
“Oh, Leia, sweetie,” Darla says loudly.
We straighten just in time for Leia to pop her head around the corner. “Mommy?”
I clear my throat and pray she doesn’t notice my swollen lips and flushed skin. “Coming.”
Bennett opens a drawer, grabs a fork, and hands it to me. Right before we enter the dining room, his one hand lands on my stomach, pulling my back to his front. His lips land at my ear.
“I love you,” he says sweetly, as if he wasn’t seconds from devouring me against the kitchen wall moments ago.
He weaves by me, leaving me barely holding on and already craving the next time we can be alone.
Everyone at the table eyes us as though they’re saying they know what we were doing. Wren ignores us as we sit at the table, telling a very animated story about something that happened the other day with Mack. Leia adds in quiet additions, and I try to focus, I really do, but then Bennett sends another message.
You have no idea the restraint it is taking for me to remain seated at this table.
I squeeze my knees together, hoping to quelch the ache.
Wren reaches for more garlic bread and tips her cup. Bennett lunges to steady it, and while everyone is distracted with the chaos, I hammer out a reply.
You started it.
I hit Send, then add:
Now, keep your hands off your phone and stop eye fucking me across the table with our daughters here.
The word our slips out so easily.
Again, his eyes dip to his lap, and he checks it with a little tilt of his head as though he already knows he’s been caught. When his eyes lift to mine again, they’re darker.
“Wren,” he says, turning to her as if he hasn’t just wrecked me, “did you tell everyone about you and Leia helping at the golf course?”
Wren’s forehead crinkles. “We had to go help Daddy and Delaney at the golf course.” She couldn’t sound less enthused.
Leia cringes. “It was boring.”
Bennett gestures with his fork. “It wasn’t that bad. You got to hit the balls into the holes.”
“Until that man yelled at us,” Wren says, and Leia nods.
