Bennett painted kisses across her shoulders and she inhaled his fresh sun, sea, and hot-man scent, the heat from his body engulfing her. Her nipples puckered against the triangles of her top and she swallowed, noticing there was no moisture left in her mouth. He was plastered against her, and being in his bedroom-a beautifully decorated space dominated by this huge bed-felt incredibly intimate. She felt as if she belonged there, that being in his arms was where she needed to be.
No, she was doing it again, reading more into a situation than there was. This was just sex and if she was going to become mushy, then she should roll away and put some distance between them until she regained a modicum of control.
His hand settled over her breast and she knew she was fooling herself, she had no intention of applying the brakes to stop this runaway train. Her tongue twisted around his, and she arched her back to press her nipple into his palm. She was putty in his hands…
Rachel murmured her appreciation when his thumb brushed her nipple, her soul smiled when he pulled at the strings at the back of her neck. Her top fell down and, with another tug, her top gave way and Bennett tossed it to the floor. He lowered his head to take her nipple between his lips, his fingers skimming over her stomach and ribcage. His tongue moved to her other nipple, sipping and sucking and rediscovering her.
Rachel’s hand skated across his body, exploring the defined muscles of his back, the width of those impressive shoulders, and the strength in his big arms. He was so powerful, intensely masculine. While she liked what he was doing to her breasts, she didn’t like the small space between them, needing every inch of her body to be connected to his.
Preferably naked… with him inside her.
Bennett kissed her jaw, the spot beneath her ear, and raked his teeth across her collarbone, finding all those long-neglected places craving his touch. Suddenly she was a glorious combination of fire and lust and want, a kaleidoscope of energy that started and ended with him. A part of her-the teeny-tiny inch of her that wasn’t desperate for an orgasm-fretted over how incredibly attuned they were to each other. Still. They knew how to touch each other, to ratchet up the pleasure.
They knew each other, even better than before. How?
Bennett picked her up and laid her across the bed and bent down to suck her nipple. She sighed when his teeth scraped over her and whimpered when he moved his mouth across her breast to her sternum and licked his way down to her stomach. He dropped to his knees on the floor and gripped her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He knelt between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips, his thumbs on her mound. Needing more, Rachel lifted her hips, silently demanding that hedosomething. Angus inserted his finger into the side seam of her bikini bottoms and traced her thin strip of hair.
‘Is this what you want, sweetheart?’
She couldn’t talk, only feel. When no words hit her tongue, he spoke again. ‘Rachel baby, do you want me? Want this?’
‘Please don’t stop,’ she begged, half sitting up to press his hand against her and opening her legs wider to give him complete access to her. She cried with pleasure when his finger stroked her, exploring her folds and slipping inside her.
‘You are so very beautiful,’ Bennett murmured. ‘So responsive.’
‘Come inside me, Bennett. I need you.’
‘I need a condom,’ he told her, turning away to pull open a bedside drawer. She caught a glimpse of the foil packet he tossed on the bed, wanting to weep with relief.
He surged to his feet, his hands going to the drawstring of his board shorts. Rachel pushed his hands aside and pulled the cords apart, pulling open the Velcro fastening. Pushing her hand under the fabric, she found his hard length, thinking that, like every other part of his body, he was stunningly, ferociously masculine.
His board shorts fell to the floor and he stood between her falling-off-the-bed legs, his eyes glittering, his cheeks flushed. He pulled her bikini bottoms down her thighs, slid on the condom and pushed against her entrance, hard and delightful. She dug her nails into his firm buttocks, pulled him forwardand he sank in an inch. His eyes slammed closed and she knew he was fighting for control, fighting the urge to plunder. To conquer. To take.
But she wanted him unhinged, out of control because she wanted him to feel the way she did. She launched her torso up, hooked her arms around his neck, and looked into his bright blue-green eyes.
‘Take me, Bennett, fill me. And do it now.’
His lips quirked up at her bossy comment and he punished her by holding back, slowing his hands down and keeping his mouth an inch from hers. Yeah, he gave the orders, he didn’t like taking them.
‘Think you can keep that up, soldier?’ she teased him.
Without giving him time to answer, Rachel lifted her hips in a fluid movement, and he slid inside her.
Bennett’s eyes narrowed. ‘That was… unexpected,’ he muttered.
She didn’t want to talk, she needed action. She wanted to feel overwhelmed, swept away… completed.
‘Stop talking, Docherty,’ she murmured, lifting her mouth to meet his. He kissed her deeply, his tongue echoing his skilled movements down below. Thadie was on the verge of shattering when Bennett’s mouth turned tender. He slid his hand under her butt, lifted and tilted her hips and she felt him even deeper inside her.
Exquisite sensation slapped her sideways and she tumbled willingly into a bright kaleidoscope, dancing among the colours. As she tumbled through reds and greens and purples, yellow and golds, she heard Bennett’s shout, felt his body tense and his release, wondering if he was seeing, feeling, the colours as she was.
She hoped he was. Like him, it was too good an experience to miss.