Beautiful Beginning(4)

him. My release burned like fire down my back, and up my legs, exploding

outward until I really did lose all sense of my movements over him. I was

most likely f*cking his face, my fist wildly pulling his cock without

rhythm or purpose.

He slowed as my body calmed, and kissed my clit, my hip, my thigh, before

gently pushing me so that I rolled over onto my back. I slid my hand up my

stomach, over my breast, and rested it on top of my pounding heart. I hadn

’t forgotten that I was probably in trouble for offering Bennett’s

favorite foreplay without reciprocating, but damn, I needed a minute to

relish the effects of the Mighty Bennett Ryan Oralgasm.

“That was so f*cking good,” I mumbled, catching my breath. “I think your

mouth is its own Greek god. Tongueseus.”

He climbed over me, eyes on fire. “I know what you’re doing.”

I opened my eyes and let the blurry shape of him form before asking, “What

am I doing?”

He moved to straddle my ribs, and I smiled, running my hands up his thighs

as he reached for himself, and made a long, slow pull down his length. His

voice came out like liquid smoke when he said, “You think you’ll win this

battle.”

“What battle?”

He laughed, and reached for the mattress beside my head, bracing himself as

he hovered over me. His cock was only an inch from my mouth and he leaned

forward and, with his free hand, rubbed the tip over my bottom lip. Without

thinking, I slid my tongue out, tasting the small bit of wetness there. I

felt my mouth water, my nipples tighten. I wanted him in my mouth, wanted

to see him move in, and out.

He moved back a few inches so I had to watch as he stroked himself slowly

in front of me.

“I can see your pulse in your neck.”

Swallowing, I asked, “So?”

“So,” he started, wearing a cocky smile, “I can see how much you want

this.” He leaned forward again, barely touching his cock to my lips before

retreating. “You want it in your mouth.” His hand began to move faster,

and I heard his breath catch. “You want it on your tongue.”

He was right. I wanted it so much my skin felt tight and overheated.

“Not as much as you do,” I said, voice strained. “You couldn’t go a day

without sex.”

He paused before leaning back and pushing himself farther down my body. For

a single, perfect moment, I thought he was going to spread my legs and

angry-f*ck the daylights out of me, but instead he tilted his head, looked

down at me, and then stood.

“What are you doing?” I asked, pushing up onto one elbow so I could watch

him pull on his boxers.

“Proving you wrong.”

He walked to the door and disappeared.

“Why are you so f*cking stubborn?” I yelled after him, and all I heard

was his amused snort halfway down the hall. “And—if you recall—I gave

you head in the shower this morning so technically you already had sex

today!”

He’s coming back, I thought. Totally one hundred percent coming back. I

can wait it out.

I lay back, stared at the ceiling. My skin was flushed, and between my legs

I felt heavy and fevered. My body hadn’t caught up with my brain yet, and

still wanted to chase after him, beg him to take me for real this time: man

parts in woman parts, moving a lot and very fast.

The sound of the fridge opening cut through the silence in the bedroom, and

I bolted upright. Was he getting a f*cking snack?

Before I could think better of it, I was racing down the hall, completely

naked. My feet slipped on the hardwood floors and I wheeled around the

corner just as he closed the fridge with an armful of food.

“Are you f*cking kidding me right now?” I asked, stopping short only

inches from where he appeared to be making himself a sandwich. “You’re

going to have a f*cking turkey wrap?”

He turned to look at me, letting his eyes move from my face and down over

every one of my naked curves—the bastard couldn’t even hide how much he

wanted to f*ck right now—before returning his attention to my face. “I

suppose until my fiancée stops being a teasing bitch or my dick learns to

suck itself, I may as well have a bite to eat.”

“But . . .” I started lamely, searching for the best way to suggest he

eat me again without incurring his sexually frustrated wrath. I scowled at

his amused half grin. “Rude.”

“You want sex, you do it on my terms. Tonight’s the night, Mills.

Actually,” he said, giving me a self-satisfied smile, “tonight is the

last night I f*ck you while you still have that name.”

Now this I couldn’t let slide. “We haven’t exactly agreed on anything in

the name department, Ryan. I’m still gunning for Chloe Myan and Bennett

Rills.”

“Tell me when you’re ready to get it, Chlo.” He held my gaze for several