He’d shucked the boxers at some point and gave himself a few rough strokes as he watched her. His thick thighs trembled each time he did it and Kira licked her lips at the sight.
‘You are killing me,’ Ben groaned.
Kira smiled, moving the vibrator back and forth. She gasped, arching her back a little, suddenly wanting Bennett’s hands on her again. ‘You asked for it.’
He chuckled, low and deep, scratching a hand through the dark hair on his chest. ‘True. I did.’ He thrust into his hand again and Kira whimpered. She was close, but she wanted more.
‘You didn’t happen to bring a condom, did you?’
The cocky smirk returned. ‘I did.’
Kira couldn’t help her laugh, dropping her hand and her little buzzy friend to the side. ‘You came to my Christmas-tree farm with a condom in your pocket?’
‘Two. In my wallet.’
‘You cocky bastard.’
He let go of his erection to lean over her again, caging her in. ‘I tried to pretend I was going to stay away from you.’ His lips brushed over hers. ‘But I can’t.’ His nose ran along hers. ‘Don’t want to. I like you, Peaches.’
Kira swallowed.
‘Get the condom,’ she said, her voice somewhere between breathy and bossy. Bennett’s grin grew.
She only had about thirty seconds to think while he was up and fishing through the wallet he’d left on the coffee table while his jeans were in the drier. Only a mere thirty seconds to consider that she liked this man more than any other, maybe ever, and that he liked her and that this sex so far was off the charts and that inevitably it would suck when he left. Which he was going to do. And then she would be alone again, but somehow even more alone because she’d have the memory of this day to look back on and miss.
But then he was back, and he was big and warm and safe and it was hard to remember that he would leave and she would be sad. It was hard to remember that this whole thing was just for today.
It was hard to remember anything but Bennett.
‘Spread your legs for me,’ he rasped, and she did it, loving that he was taking charge again, that his big hands were digging into her hips, and that he had listened to her. He wasn’t treating her like she would break. He made her feel strong.
Instead, he pushed into her, both of them groaning when he did.
‘Goddamn, Kira,’ he growled. ‘You feel so damn good.’ He thrust into her again and again, and the heat from the fire and Bennett’s body coursed through her.
‘So do you,’ she purred. ‘So good.’
He paused, kissing her neck, his body pinning her to the mattress. ‘Where is it?’ he asked.
‘Where is what?’ What was he looking for? She already knew he didn’t need directions to the exact spot she needed him––
His hand fumbled around in the blankets next to them. ‘Here!’ He held up the forgotten vibrator in triumph. He put it in her hand. ‘Use it.’
He pushed away from her, angling her hips up with him. Shallow thrusts that she felt down to her toes.
‘Holy shit.’
He grinned. ‘I know. Now use it.’
She pressed the vibrator until it turned on and then held it to her clit while Ben kept thrusting and … she wasn’t a religious woman but was anyone else hearing a choir of angels singing?
‘Oh, God,’ she gasped, gripping tight to Ben’s forearm. ‘Oh. My. God.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Holy shit, yeah. Don’t stop.’
‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’
He kept going, his hips thrusting into hers, his fingers digging into her and the fact that he wasn’t at all intimated by the buzzy little robot in her hand just made the whole thing hotter. As it turned out, she had found some kind of magical sex unicorn in her fields.
Pleasure shot through her, a hot flash, so intense it almost felt like pain.
‘That’s right, just like that. Let it all go.’ Bennett’s words rained down on her overheated skin and she broke.
Sobbing and babbling, her orgasm tore through her like Bennett had performed some sort of sex exorcism, wringing every last bit of worry and stress from her body and replacing it with pleasure. She dropped the vibrator when she couldn’t take any more.
Bennett lowered her legs, leaning over her again, dropping kisses along her sweaty brow.
‘You okay, Peaches?’
She could barely nod, barely whimper, ‘Yes.’ Because that damn nickname was too sweet and she liked it far too much. This all was too much. She couldn’t. She shouldn’t. But he was there. Still there, kissing her and shushing her and telling her she was beautiful and perfect and it was all too good.
She didn’t deserve it. Any of it. But she wanted it.
Bennett was still moving inside her, gently, slowly as he kissed her.
Kira ran her hands down his back and he shivered. ‘I need you,’ he whispered, his voice rough. ‘Just a little more. I need you, Kira.’
