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Bedroom, right.Stephanie wasn’t home, and it would be just my luck for her to walk in on Bennett and me naked together. I arched a brow and pointed upstairs. “Remember?”
Looking sheepish, he ran a hand over his hair. “Right.” He leaned down to whisper in my ear. “I never told you how fucking hot you looked that day. I wanted to rip that towel off you right then and there.”
If only he had.I looked up at him playfully. “Should I go upstairs and put it back on?”
“Hell no. I want to take my time stripping you out of these adorable pajamas.”
I looked down at my clothes, remembering for the first time what I was wearing.Damn it.There was definitely a hole in the armpit of this shirt. And I couldn’t remember what panties I was wearing.Please, not the ones with the dancing llamas.I’d bought them as a joke, but I sure as hell wasn’t laughing now. Maybe I could get him to reconsider the towel idea.
He gripped my hip with one hand and lifted my chin with the other so I was forced to look in his eyes. “You’re gorgeous. Always.”
No regrets.Taking his hand, I led him upstairs. Once we were inside my bedroom, he leaned down and unlaced his boots then slipped them off. He closed the door behind him with a resounding click. Stepping toward me, he shrugged out of his flannel then pulled his gray T-shirt over his head, giving me a clear view of his torso as it flexed with the movement.
Jesus. Does the man have a weight bench in the back of his brewery?Maybe he simply bench-pressed the kegs. Either way, the small preview I’d gotten of his body earlier was not enough. I wanted to explore all his hard lines.
I swallowed. “No fair. What if I wanted to undress you?”
He grinned. “Should I put my shirt back on?”
“Hell no.” I slipped my fingers in the waist of his jeans and pulled him toward me. “I’ve wanted you since I was nineteen. I hope you’re worth the wait.” I wasn’t normally so bold, but this man brought it out in me.
“Oh, baby, you have no idea.” In one swift move, he put his arm behind my knees and lifted me. He set me on the bed and braced himself over me. “I plan to savor you.”
He lowered his mouth to my throat and suckled gently at first, then he moved aside the collar of my T-shirt so he could get to my collar bone. I writhed against him, feeling the bulge in his pants. I slipped my hands in the seat of his jeans and gripped his ass.
He made a surprised yelp then chuckled. “That’s supposed to be my move.”
“You have a very squeezable ass.”
“Thank you.”
I pushed gently on his shoulder. Taking the hint, he reversed our positions so that he was lying flat on his back. I straddled him and ran a fingertip along his pecs and over the lines of his abs.One, two, three…Six-pack abs were definitely not overrated.
Putting his hands behind his head, he watched me intently, seeming content to let me explore his body. As if he wasn’t sexy enough, his confidence made him even sexier. I scooted down so I could unzip his pants and free his erection. Then I slipped a hand under his boxers to take his length in my hand. The skin was smooth, and he shuddered at my touch.
“Jesus, Claire,” he groaned. “I thought we agreed to take our time.” His cock pulsed in my grip, and my core heated in response.
“I didn’t agree to any such thing.” I leaned down so I could whisper in his ear. “We’ll save that for next time.”
Sitting up, I pulled my shirt over my head. The moment the cold air hit my breasts, Bennett’s hands were on them, followed shortly thereafter by his mouth. He took one nipple in my mouth while his hand caressed my flesh. I threw my head back and enjoyed the sensation.
I slid my hand along his shaft, enjoying how it throbbed in reaction to my touch. His hand moved between my legs, touching me through my pajamas. My core clenched. Going slow was not an option.
I grinded against his hand, and he flipped our positions again. Inch by agonizing inch, he pulled down my pajama pants, sucking at my newly exposed skin as he went. By the time he got to the waistband of my panties, I no longer cared which ones I wore—I only wanted them off me.
Bennett ran his fingers over me and through my crease, finding heat. He inserted one finger, and I cried out, gripping his shoulders. He removed his finger and replaced it with his mouth, sucking and licking and stroking. His fingertip found my clit, and my hips writhed, rising off the bed to meet him.
With his free hand, he pressed my thighs open farther and went deeper still.Oh God.I gripped the headboard with one hand and his shoulder with the other while my teeth gnashed at my lower lip.
“Bennett, fuck yes,” I ground out. The pressure was building inside me, and I was already on the edge.
“Say my name again. I want to hear my name on your lips when you come.”
“Bennett. Oh God, Ben—” I couldn’t get the rest of his name out because my orgasm crashed into me, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
As the aftershocks started to rock me, I pulled him up over me. “Come inside me.” My core was still spasming, and I wanted him inside me.
“Give me a sec.” I heard a rustling and the tear of a condom wrapper, then he was back over me. He stroked me, and I hooked my legs around him and pulled him close.
