Series: Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11536 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 58(@200wpm)___ 46(@250wpm)___ 38(@300wpm)
“Again, I didn’t mean—” he murmurs, his steely eyes pinning me in place so I can’t look away. The rough timbre of his voice sends a shiver of want down my spine.
“You called me Bree.” I can’t help that the comment falls between us, cutting him off and bringing up old times. “Just like you used to,” I add quietly, barely a whisper.
I’m all too aware of the tension. It’s palpable as it surrounds us.
He could stop it, I could too. I imagine if I pushed the clipboard into his chest and turned around, retreating to my bedroom and closing the door, I’d be met with a rush of cool air that would rid this lust-filled haze that’s come over me.
But there’s not an ounce of me that wants that.
My feet stay firmly planted and when his hand wraps around the clipboard, his thumb brushes against my skin. It’s instant fire. He keeps it there, not making any effort at all to take the signed form from me.
It’s not the first time his hand brushed against mine but the last time was senior year. I vaguely recall blaming the heat I felt from the innocent moment on underage drinking and overactive hormones. The music that blared seemed to fade into the background, and everything stilled. But I passed him as quickly as I could in the hallway of a friend’s house and avoided him the rest of the night.
This time, though, we’re not kids. There’s nothing to blame for this tension.
And my bed is only feet away.
“I think—” His gaze drops from mine to my lips before the words slip from his own. “Fuck it,” he murmurs and leans forward, landing a single kiss. His lips mold to mine and my back arches, deepening our touch.
Fire lights up every nerve ending in me. He steps forward, a hand on my waist, guiding me to the wall beside my door. My back hits the flat surface and he kisses me again. A mewl escapes me as my breasts press against him and a warmth builds between my legs.
I’ve never felt so needy in my life. I nearly say it, I nearly admit to this man what he does to me.
He’s been gone for years, yet in one moment he’s back and I’m weak for him. His stubble drags up my neck as he leaves openmouthed kisses, trailing up to the shell of my ear where he whispers. His warm breath leaves goosebumps down my shoulder and pebbles my already hard nipples.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you right here.”
“Right here?” I echo, teasing him as I rest my head against the wall and stare up at him. I don’t know how I have it in me to do anything other than beg him to have his way with me. There isn’t a part of me that wants to prolong this moment, yet I stare back at him with equal desire and let my hand glide over the fabric of his shirt. My fingers slip under the hem easily and run through a smattering of chest hair. His masculine scent consumes me as he leans in closer.
My own chest rises and falls chaotically with each unsteady breath.
“For fuck’s sake, Bree,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around mine and steadying it against him. “Right here, right fucking now.”
The words slip out without conscious consent and I tell him, “Fuck me wherever you want.” I’m barely finished saying the words before the clipboard drops to the ground and Bennet’s hands have pinned me to the wall. His lips are hungrily pressed to mine.
A gasp escapes as he engulfs every inch of me.
His large hands cup my ass and the moment I’m aware of the contact, I’m lifted in his arms. Holding on to his shoulders, I let out a short chuckle of surprise but I’m instantly cut off. His hand wraps around the back of my neck, his other arm bracing me as he devours me, leaving no room for amusement. The only teasing done is by his cock rocking against my heat. My eyes widen as I realize he’s hard and the way he’s pressed against me, he feels massive.
I’m brought to the ground, laid on my back and given a moment to breathe. As he pulls his shirt over his head, I unbutton my dress and slide it off, revealing the lacy set beneath it. His eyes darken with lust the moment he sees me laid bare beneath him.
My heart pounds in anticipation as his gaze rakes down my body, then back up.
I can barely breathe as he braces a hand on either side of my hips and commands me to remove the rest. My bra is first. All he does is watch, his gaze hungry and his breath quickening. It’s only then I see just how built Bennet is. His large shoulders are curved with muscle. His arms corded and his chest divine. He’s the epitome of a tanned sex god. Tall, dark and handsome never did him justice. The man is ripped like a hunter and staring back at me like I’m his prey.