Beautiful Beginning(34)

chest, slamming my fists into him. “You did this to me! You and your

stupid rule and your teasing smirk and the giant cock you won’t share!

Your long fingers and tongue that does that . . . that circle thing! You!”

I gulped down a giant breath of air and continued, “You’re such a

perfect, shit-talking, stubborn, exacting, bossy *! And f*ck you,

Bennett! Why are you so damn smart and good at everything? Why do you love

me? How did I get so lucky? You’re turning me into a maniac! I thought I

was going to start crying out there!”

He laughed silently and I could feel him shake his head next to me.

“Unlikely. You cried a couple of years ago. I don’t think you’re due

again until—”

I cut him off with a kiss, and I really had intended it to just be a firm,

relieved kiss to shut him up—shut myself up—and thank him for being him

when I needed it. But it went from playful to fevered as soon as he opened

his mouth, let me slide my tongue over his bottom lip, and met me halfway

with his.

With a growl, he had me lifted and pressed against the back wall, his hands

sliding up the skirt of my dress, fingertips digging into my thighs. “You

’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

“No!” I gasped, my head falling back and hitting the wall heavily as he

ground his cock between my legs.

“Because I’d drag you by your hair down that aisle.”

I laughed, and it turned into a moan as his lips played their way up my

neck and over my chin. “It’s funny that you think you could drag me

anywhere,” I told him.

When he returned to me, I tilted my head away, pushing on his shoulders. “

On your knees.”

He glared at me. “Excuse me?”

“Knees,” I repeated.

If looks could kill, I would be chopped up into tiny pieces and served with

the calamari. But without speaking, Bennett lowered my feet to the floor

before kneeling in front of me. He didn’t require further instruction; he

simply pulled one of my legs over his shoulders, leaned forward, and opened

his mouth against my clit.

Bennett’s only goal was to get me off, in record time. There was no

teasing; there was no flicking of the tongue or gentle warm-up kisses

around my soft, bare skin. There was only open mouth, suction and, finally,

the press of his fingers at my entrance, swirling, gathering my slick lust

with his fingertips.

But he didn’t do what I expected. Instead, he slid his thumb into me and

dragged his wet fingers to my backside, where he carefully pressed one just

inside. I let out the most desperate, pathetic moan of my life and slid my

hands into his hair, holding him steady so I could rock against his face.

Bennett didn’t penetrate me there often, but when he did it—whether with

fingers or his cock—it always left me sated and dopey for days.

His mouth sucked and pulled at my tender skin, and his finger and thumb

pressed together and away, a pulsing dark pleasure. The sensation was

somehow both too much and not enough. I wanted everything he was doing to

be deeper, and harder, and bigger almost to the point of pain. My pleasure

built low in my belly, a steady, throbbing hum between my legs. I feared

the explosion would elude me, that there was too much else happening out

there, on the other side of the door. I worried nothing but Bennett’s

naked body would be enough, heavy and commanding, pounding into mine.

But then, as if reading my thoughts, he slid a second finger into my

backside, and f*cked me hard and fast until my thighs shook, my hands

curled in his hair, and the growing sensation between my legs exploded into

delicious flames that shot down my thighs and bowed my spine, tearing a cry

from my throat.

Bennett didn’t let up until I was gasping, clutching at his shoulders and

trying to push him away. Then, gently, he kissed my clit and leaned back,

looking up at me.

“Think that will hold you over until tomorrow night?”

I let my head fall back against the wall, feeling like my legs were made of

jelly. “Yeah.”

“You look properly f*cked.”

Sighing, I mumbled, “I feel properly f*cked. You and that magical mouth

and those naughty fingers.”

“Figured that might be in order.” He stood, straightening his jacket with

his other hand.

I reached down, cupping his cock, stroking down to his balls and back up,

feeling the thick head of his erection. “One of us should get back out

there. We’ve been gone . . . a few minutes. Seriously Bennett, that was

pretty stunning.”

I heard his teeth grind, and peeked up at him to see his tense jaw working

side to side. “I know.”

“So sorry I don’t have time to reciprocate,” I whispered, stretching to

kiss his jaw.

“No you’re not.”

“Well,” I said, patting his cheek, “you need to go wash up anyway. May