Page 74 of Bene

Ready for another round.

She hovered above him, pussy flashing him over the water as her hands drove down the front of her body. He watched those deft, delicate fingers of hers drift past her navel, over the damp flesh above her sex, and then between her thighs. She stroked herself, entirely unashamed that he was still panting from the aftereffects of his orgasm, and his cock was already starting to go limp on his fucking thigh.

Although, watching her let his cum fall onto her fingers before she used it to stroke fast circles into her clit until she was coming again with loud cries … well, that was enough to get Bene hard again.

“Fucking look at you,” he said, tone thick with a groan.

“Are you?”

“For as long as you want me to.”

She grinned, her lashes fluttering open for their gazes to meet. “Good.”

This woman?

She was absolutely going to kill him.

But damn.

What a fucking way to go.

“See, told you.”

Bene grinned at Vanna when she turned, wearing his shirt from earlier, her shivers wracking her whole body for a second before he covered her in the blanket he’d grabbed from the back of the Lambo. It wasn’t unusual for people in Canada to keep a blanket in their car, but especially in the winter, in case one went off the road and needed to stay warm until help arrived. His precaution came in handy tonight.

Vanna had been perfectly fine in the water until they had to get out. Then, the shivers started. And her chattering teeth. She was barely even able to pick up her own clothes, let alone put them on. Bene quickly pulled his shirt down over her head and asked if she could stand to wait for ten minutes while he ran to the car for something better.

The blanket, that was.

Her happy sigh at being warm was all he needed before he gathered her in his arms, she tucked the ends of the blanket around him, and the two of them stood like that next to the bottom of Maggie’s Falls. He rested his chin on the top of Vanna’s head while he watched the water pour down from overhead on the rocks.

“You’re happier now,” he murmured.

Her shivering stilled, before her head slowly tipped up. Bene met her gaze, raising an eyebrow as if to dare her to deny his statement. She didn’t even bother to try.

“You helped with that.”

“Still don’t want to talk about it?”

Vanna smiled, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Or it just doesn’t matter now.”

“It matters to me.”

“Okay, so maybe it doesn’t matter when I’m with you.”

Huh.

And her smile was more real now, too.

He took that for what it was and dropped a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. The way her face scrunched up, all sweet and cute, and how her eyes crinkled at the corners, had something warm growing in his tightening chest.

Fuck.

He wasn’t the type for soft and sweet.

Didn’t care to snuggle.

Couldn’t be bothered.