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“Yikes, that’s a huge piece,” I said, taking the fork he handed me.
“I can put some back if you want.”
I looked up at him, my brows drawn together. “No, I was just saying that so I look less piggy. I’m eating it.”
“You enjoy it, girl.”
They both ate their slices of pie without much conversation, but I caught several looks and smiles between them.
“So, I think we’re gonna head out now,” James said, adding their plates and forks to the dishwasher and starting it. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Oh. Okay.” I stood and gave Brian a hug. “It was so nice to meet you.”
“You, too. Maybe you and your boyfriend can come over to my place for dinner next time?”
“Sure.”
They headed for the door, and I peeked around the corner at them. James had his hand resting on Brian’s ass. They were going to Brian’s to get it on, and I was a little jealous. After yesterday, I doubted Bennett and I would be doing anything but talking tonight.
I settled in on my couch with some peanut M&M’s and Law and Order. I was on my third episode when a knock at my door made me throw off my blanket and rush to the door.
When I opened it, Bennett was standing there in a charcoal suit with a pale blue dress shirt and a red tie loosened at the neck. He raked his gaze down my body and stepped inside.
“Got your message,” he said in a low tone, loosening the tie some more and then pulling it off and tossing it onto my couch. “I couldn’t wait to see you, either.”
I swallowed and latched the dead bolt on the door, nervous anticipation making me warm all over. I could tell from his tone that he wanted more than conversation. I did, too. I wanted it badly.
He took off his suit jacket and laid it over the back of the couch, still eye-fucking me. It was surreal to have this effect on a sexy, muscled athlete while wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
“Are we okay?” I asked in a rush. “I mean, yesterday . . .”
“We’re okay. Come here.”
I approached him, expecting to sink into his big arms and get one of the hugs that whittled away all my stress and uncertainty. Instead, he reached out and ran the backs of his fingers over my cheek and down to my jawline. He grazed his thumb lightly across my lips. The look of intensity in his eyes was making my breath short and shallow.
“Undress for me, Char,” he said in a low tone. “Go slow. Torture me.”
He sat down on the arm of the couch, already wearing an expression that bordered on a smirk. There was no arguing with him right now. This was apparently his way of reminding me that I was not always in control when it came to us.
And damned if I wasn’t already wet from the reminder.
I moved a few feet from the couch and gripped the bottom of my T-shirt, slowly pulling it up past the black satin bra my breasts were spilling out of and then over my head. I felt a pang of self-consciousness over my elastic waistband maternity jeans, but then Bennett put a hand over the bulge in his pants and I flushed with arousal instead of embarrassment.
It was my first time doing anything close to stripping for a man, and I didn’t have a clue what was sexy. I’d have to wing it. I trailed the backs of my fingers over my breasts the way he’d done to my face just a minute ago. Bennett sucked in a breath and gripped the erection pressing against his suit pants.
I slid my thumbs beneath the waistband of my jeans and eased them down past my hips. Bennett’s gaze followed the path of my hands down to my thighs. He stood and offered me a hand so I could step out of the jeans on the floor, then sat back down.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this,” he murmured. “The curvier you get, the hotter it makes me.”
I licked my lips and turned my back to him, reaching to unclasp my bra. When I glanced over my shoulder, Bennett’s lips were slightly parted, his eyes wide with anticipation.
Sliding the straps down my shoulders, I wiggled out of the bra and turned around. Just as Bennett’s eyes locked on to my bare breasts, I tossed my bra at his face. He grabbed it with a low note of laughter.
“You’re in for it now, baby,” he said, stroking his shaft through his pants.
I smiled and wiggled my hips as I slid down the panties that wouldn’t stay over my belly anymore. As soon as I stepped out of them, Bennett stood and came to me.
He put his hands on my hips and turned me around slowly, my back to his chest. Then he raised my arms up until they were beside my head, my fingers brushing against his stubbled jawline.
