“Because I know you and your making-out schemes.”
We reached his car, and he opened the passenger door for me. “You’ve got me all figured out.”
“Not quite.” I pushed up on my toes to give him a quick kiss. “But I’m getting there.”
He gave my ass a smack as I passed him to climb in the car, then he leaned to buckle me in and kissed me again.
“Love you.”
I brushed my fingertips over his scruff. “I love you too, Benny.”
By the time the car was moving and we were headed to his place, his hand on my knee, my head on the rest, my stomach was no longer twisted with worry, and I felt like I could breathe again.
Ben was okay.
Wewere okay.
Chapter Thirty-nine
Ben
Iwastryinglikehell to hold out for dinner. My news was on the tip of my tongue, even buried deep in Mazzy’s pussy.
She had been right about me. Making out was never just kissing. At least—not the lips on her face. But it was so rare we didn’t have a kid in the house, I was taking full advantage.
The minute we’d gotten inside her place, I had her bent over the kitchen counter, skirt up and panties down, and went to my favorite spot on earth. On my knees behind her, her ass in my hands, her taste on my tongue, scent all over my face.
Her sweet cries nearly did me in. I had to let go of her to press on my throbbing dick, giving myself some kind of relief so I wouldn’t finish before she did. That was what she did to me, without even trying.
I couldn’t lose her. Not now, not ever. I refused.
Only when her knees buckled did I climb to my feet and gather her in my arms. Her mouth was on mine as I walked us to thecouch, falling with her in my lap. She scrambled to pull down my shorts then dropped on me, her ass slapping against my thighs before I could get my bearings.
“Oh hell.” My head fell back so I could look at her. Glasses askew, her lips red and bitten. I scraped my fingers through the sides of her hair, holding her head in place. “You just…I love you so damn much.”
“Love you too,” she panted.
Her fingers curled into my shoulders as she rode me, taking me deep and slow. Her hazy gaze slid over my face, like she was checking for something. I couldn’t tell if she found it, or even what she was looking for, but I liked her eyes on me as much as I liked the rest of her on me.
Leaning forward, I dragged my mouth down her throat, sucking on her smooth skin. When I reached her shoulder, I found a spot most of her shirts covered, and sank my teeth in. Her inner walls contracted around me, and her head fell back as she moaned.
“Yeah, you like that,” I murmured against her shoulder. “You want me to mark you.”
If I had my way, I’d mark her all over. Hell, she could wear a sign saying she belonged to me and I’d be happy. Unfortunately, we lived in a society, so I had to rein in my caveman ways. Lucky for me, though, she didn’t mind if I left evidence in discreet spots.
She lifted her head, breath still stuttering. “Do you want me to markyou?” she whispered.
“Already are,” I rasped. “Every single day.”
Her hips rolled again, dragging another groan out of my chest. I held on to her like my life depended on it, fingers digging into her waist, my forehead pressed to her collarbone.
“Mazzy,” I breathed. “Say it.”
“Say what?”
“That you’re mine. Tell me you choose me, no matter what.”
She stilled for one heartbeat, nudging my chin so we were eye to eye. Her gaze dropped to my mouth then lifted back to my eyes. Something warm and fierce sparked there.
