Rachel felt like a total looser. She felt numb. She didn’t want to think about anything as she packed her bags. She’d failed. Again and again.
She immediately hailed a cab and it took her to the airport. She’d already booked a quick flight back home. She didn’t want to go to Luke’s house when she returned. Instead she wanted to seek comfort in Bennett.
She was the one responsible for causing the fire at the hotel. Since she arrived, she’d been keeping a tail on Luke and Allie and eavesdropping on their conversations. Luckily, she could do that. She knew Allie was going to confess to Luke after they’d had sex and she couldn’t let that happen, that was why she started the fire because that was the only option that came to her mind. After the fire outbreak, she was happy that she’d caused a disruption to Allie’s plans. She thought it was going to be hard for Allie after the fire outbreak. She didn’t know that Allie would blurt out her feelings to Luke like that.
And Luke loved her too. She almost screamed in the cab that drove her to the airport. She’d lost. Again. She thought she had a chance with Luke but…
She decided to stop thinking about it. She wasn’t planning to give up but she didn’t know what to do next. She had a chance before because Luke and Allie’s marriage was fake but now, it was real.
Uggghh! All she needed now was to see Bennett.
Hours later, she was finally home. She immediately entered a cab and it drove straight to Bennett’s house.
When she got into his house, he was with a half naked blonde girl. The girl left as soon as she saw Rachel.
A pang of jealousy hit Rachel as she watched the girl leave, not because she was fucking Bennett, he was a gigolo afterall. She just felt jealous because Bennett had such a free love and sex life with no worries while she was obsessing and getting her heart crushed by a guy who loved another woman.
“What happened? You’re back so soon” Bennett asked her. The concern in his voice made her burst into tears. Nothing was working for her. Her romance with Luke was so freaking short lived.
Bennett consoled her in his arms for some time, in silence.
When she finally stopped crying, she explained everything to him, from when she booked a suite next to Luke and Allie’s, her sex dream with Luke, her eavesdropping, the fire outbreak caused by her, then Allie’s love confession to Luke.
Bennett kept silent for a while
“Do not give up on him. For now, do not leave his house. It’ll be easier for you if you’re close to him” he said and gave her some more pep talks which lifted her spirit once more.
“Thanks” she smiled as she lightly touched her lips to his and in seconds, it turned into a heated kiss
He saw the pulse beating in her long, elegant neck, and noticed the pink flush on her skin. She was trying to be insouciant, but her body gave her away; her now hard nipples pushed against the fabric of her dress’s bodice, and he knew, simply knew, that under her skirt, her thighs were parted.
She wanted him, he wanted her, and their chemistry was undeniable and extraordinary. And it wasn’t something that should be left unexplored.
Rachel felt as if they’d only brushed by each other instead of properly colliding. From the moment he saw her again, even before he’d hoisted her into his arms and carried her away, he’d known he was fighting a losing battle, that they’d revisit their insane attraction. It was too powerful, inevitable. It was going to happen, apparently sooner rather than later.
He looked down into her lovely face, and waited for her to push him back, or to move out of his personal space. He gave her a minute, maybe more, to put some distance between them but she stayed where she was, her eyes not leaving his.
She broke first, moving closer to him, and when her breasts brushed his chest he lifted his hands to hold her upper arms, pressing his body into hers, his chest against her breasts, his thigh between her legs. She nodded, tipped her face up in a silent plea and, giving into temptation, he lowered his mouth to cover hers, desperate to revisit the intense connection they’d shared so long ago.
He’d expected a trickle of lust, maybe a small punch of want, but nothing prepared him for the thwack of passion, the hard-hitting strike of sensation. Her lips were soft, her skin under his hands silky and her mouth was pure heaven. Kissing her was the sexual equivalent of stepping into a space both comforting and intensely exciting. She tasted of mint and coffee, smelled of apple orchards and berries, of wildness itself. Thadie whimpered and he deepened the kiss, noticing, from a place far away, that her arms were around his neck, her fingers playing with his hair. His hand was, of its own volition, holding her face, his other hand gripped her butt.
He needed more, he needed everything. Reality was so much better than his imagination, so he pulled up the material ofher dress and stroked the back of her slim thigh, up and over the bare skin of her butt cheek, barely covered by her skimpy underwear. He slid his fingers under the edge of her high-cut panties and palmed her, pulling her closer to him so that the evidence of how much he wanted her pushed deeper into her stomach.
How could she have walked away from more of this, left him before their intense attraction burned out? He needed to know why but, more than that, he needed to kiss her. Here in her kitchen, for as long as she allowed him to. She was a wild wind sweeping across a moonlit desert, beautiful and inconvenient, a blue-green sea teeming with wild underwater currents, a long drink of icy water after a twelve-mile hike across rocky terrain. She was… God… a woman a man crossed continents for.
And he wanted more, he wanted whatever she could give him. He deepened the kiss, needing to see her naked, to have her luscious body pressed up against his without the barrier of their clothing. He wanted unrestricted access to every inch of creamy skin, wanted his mouth on the back of her knee, her ankle, her hipbone, that special, lovely place between her thighs. And, judging by her breathy moans, the way she’d pulled his shirt out from his trousers, streaking her hands across his bare back, she wanted him the same way.
Her passion matched his and he thought it one of the best gifts he’d ever received.
‘Love the way you kiss,’ she muttered, tracing his lips with her tongue. ‘The way you taste…’