Objective (Bloodlines #2)(39)

“You are stunning.” His voice is low and deep. I like it. His hands grip the hem of his shirt and he lifts, baring his perfectly toned torso. His pecs flex with the final tug of his shirt before he tosses it to the floor. I can’t take the no contact anymore and reach out, stroking a path down his zipper. From the feel of it he is just as ready as I am to have this happen. Instantly I’m up in the air and moving fast. One arm wrapped around my ribs pressing my bare chest into his. His other arm darts out, softening our fall onto the bed. Within seconds my jeans are missing. “No panties?” he asks with a smirk.

“Not a fan,” I quip. His belt buckle undone, he strips himself of his jeans and boxers and crawls up the bed, trailing kisses from my ankle, to knee, to thigh. I hold my breath waiting for his mouth to land between my legs but he keeps kissing higher. Belly, ribs, neck and finally finds my mouth again. I feel wild. Untamed in a new way, or maybe just in a way that I forgot to feel for the last thirteen months. His hand slips between my legs, his fingers working magic while he devours me with his mouth. He moves to my jaw, nipping and kissing until he reaches my breast. When his lips reach my nipple I’m sure I’ve been out of the game too long and I’m going to come immediately. My back arches up, pushing more of it into his mouth and my hips push into his hand wanting more. I have a death grip on the pillow under my head. It’s like he just looked in and plucked my brain right out of my head. I have no rational thoughts.

His hand leaves me and trails up over my hip to my shoulder and back down. It’s pure torture. “More,” I plead. “I need more.”

His mouth takes my other breast into his mouth and lavishes it with the same attention the other one received. I release the pillow and grab the back of his head holding him to me. He moves his lips downward inhumanely slowly, his nips soothed by his kisses until he’s between my legs. Both hands come to my thighs and push up, opening me. When his tongue slides in and then drags up my entire body shudders. I’m gripping the pillow again like it’s some kind of lifeline. Three skillful flicks of his tongue, one nip and strong suckle later, I’m falling apart. Obliterated. That’s the way I feel. My body convulses on its own and a deep throaty groan drifts out of me. Bentley kisses his way back up my body with a grin, looking mighty pleased with himself. I wrap my arms around him and pull him to me. Reaching down between us I grab his cock and guide it in. Surprise registers on his face, but I don't care. Slowly he pushes in and out, savoring each thrust. There’s nothing but the sound of slick bodies moving together and the puff of breaths leaving us. It’s building again inside me, so I wrap my legs around his hips and claw at his shoulders as his pace speeds up. Everything feels wound tight. I grip him firmly with my legs and arms squeezing until my body releases all tension and I sink into the mattress, panting. He drives deep a moment later, finding his own pleasure, and rolls off me to the side. Our bodies touch from shoulder to knee, and we lay there in our birthday suits not speaking. It’s heaven.





Chapter 14





“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”- Rumi


“Get back here you...*!” I yelled at his back. He froze mid step. I knew my foul language had caught him off guard. “LOOK AT ME! Do you ever think about what you do? I’m a human being you know, I have feelings. You can't walk all over me and expect me to think it’s normal or okay!” I wanted to stay mad, to be strong, but my lip started quivering and tears pricked the back of my eyes as he slowly turned to face me. His caramel eyes glowered as they swept over my face.

“Mags. Don’t...don't cry, please. I’m sorry. I'm so sorry.” In four long strides he was at my side. His arms scooped me up under my arms and pulled me close to him as I wrapped myself around his body.

“Don't you ever treat me that way again and don't you ever try to leave like that again. I’m always here. I’m always here for you. I’m not the enemy, Cane,” I said, muffled into his neck. He’d shown up at the dorms. Aster and I had people over, men included. Cane, in a jealous rage, flew off the handle at the sight of them. He’d accused me of terrible thing and stormed out, despite my pleas to stop. He arched back slowly to see my face. His face looked tortured. So much pain. He leaned forward slowly, breathing heavily, and I knew. I knew what he needed to feel secure right now so I gave it to him. He picked me up and gently slipped his tongue between my lips and I melted into him, trembling in his arms. I tilted my head and he deepened the kiss. I wound my arms around his neck and threaded my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him closer to me. He set me down softly, but kept a strong arm wrapped around my waist, crushing me to him from chest to hips. Thank God. I wasn’t sure my legs would work just then. That smile. I felt it in my belly. His eyes were the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen but when they’re warm and his lips turned up into a smile making his whole face melt, it’s almost too much to take. Our lips met tenderly for a moment again, before I let myself go and gave everything to him. I took his kiss just as forcefully as he gave it. Nothing else in the world existed in that moment.

I wake up tangled in arms and legs, confused and teary-eyed from my dream. Bentley clears his throat and nuzzles the back of my neck. “Morning, princess.” His voice is heavy and gritty with sleep.