He wrapped his hands in her hair and tipped her head back so her gaze locked with his. She licked her lips and his eyes darkened.
He tugged on her hair and her lips parted on a whimper. He ran his thumb reverently across them.
‘Perfect,’ he rasped.
She sucked his thumb into her mouth, sinking her teeth into the soft pad of his thumb, needing a physical release for the emotions his words and his gaze sent tumbling through her. She didn’t want to feel feelings right now. She just wanted to feel good.
With a twirl of her tongue she released his finger. She wrapped her hand around his erection and relished his sharp intake of breath when she gave his cock a few rough strokes. He still held her gaze and there was too much in that look, too much for her to handle, so she leaned forward and took him in her mouth with one, slick slide.
His groan joined the crackling of the fire as the only noise in the room.
His hand was still fisted in her hair and little sparks of pleasure and pain radiated from her scalp when he tugged on it, guiding her head, his hips thrusting mindlessly, his cock sliding between her lips.
And then Bennett, Mr. Fix-It, the too nice, too wholesome man she’d initially rejected, let the filthiest words flow from his perfect mouth.
‘Fuck, Kira. You take my cock so good. You’re so beautiful on your knees for me.’ Another tug on her hair and she whimpered around him. He groaned. ‘Such a good girl. Swallow me. Take it all.’
The words washed over her, the heat of them searing her, the ache between her legs growing. She took him and she gave him all of her in this moment, because it was the only way she could. The only way that made sense.
Another tug of her hair and she was off her knees and Bennett was pulling her to him and she was straddling him again. He kissed her swollen lips, praising her and whispering things he shouldn’t say, things he shouldn’t think.
Things about how perfect she was. How beautiful. How right she was for him.
Things about the future.
Things about staying.
She guided his erection into her, taking all of him in a fast, hard tilt of her hips and his forehead dropped to hers. His words stopped. His storm-cloud eyes met hers and he knew, he knew not to say those things anymore.
She rocked her hips, seeking pleasure, seeking release, seeking a distraction. It didn’t take long to find it. It built with every thrust, every rock of her hips, Bennett’s fingers digging into her hips, the flesh on her ass. And when she was so close, he thrust up into her, hard, and Kira broke, sobbing in his arms, thinking things she shouldn’t think either.
Things about how perfect he was. How beautiful. How right he was for her.
Things about the future.
But because she was trying to be a better person, she didn’t say them out loud.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Five days before Christmas, and Jeanie was at his door. Well, Jeanie was at Kira’s door. Where he’d basically been living for a week, against all his better judgment, but Kira had asked him to come back after the snowstorm and he wasn’t going to say no to that offer. He thought she would pull away. She sure as hell tried to and he was willing to accept that outcome, but when she called, he came running.
He wasn’t in the mood for assessing what that meant about him or them or anything, really. He’d woken up with a naked Kira in his arms and that was all he really felt like thinking about today. Except for right now when he needed to talk to his sister.
‘He lives!’ Jeanie teased when he opened the door.
‘Ha. Ha.’
‘Hi, babies!’ Jeanie ignored him to greet the herd of dogs who’d followed him to the door barking their welcome. ‘Hello, hello, hello,’ she crooned as she petted and scratched each dog in greeting. Eventually, she remembered he was standing there.
‘I’ve been texting and you haven’t responded. I haven’t seen you in days!’ She peered over her shoulder as she admonished him, clearly trying to get a glimpse of Kira, nosy thing that she was.
‘The signal is spotty here. Sorry.’ His sister didn’t need to know that little problem had been fixed weeks ago. Or that he’d been avoiding her.
Jeanie eyed him suspiciously. ‘And…’
‘And what?’
‘And what the hell are you doing here, Bennett?’ she stage-whispered. ‘You come to town to visit me, and then you just shack up with Kira? What’s going on?’ And then her eyes lit up in a very dangerous way. ‘Wait, is it serious? Are you moving back east?!’
Bennett shushed her while he grabbed his coat from the nearby hook. He nudged his sister back out the door and onto the porch. It felt wrong to invite someone into a house that wasn’t his, no matter what pretending he’d been doing lately.
Plus, Kira was just in the shower. He didn’t need her coming downstairs to this conversation.
‘It’s not serious,’ he told Jeanie once they were safely back outside.
She looked at him like he was the dumbest man in the world, which might not be that far off.
‘You moved in with her, bro.’
‘I mean … not really.’
‘Bennett!’
‘Okay, I mean, yes, I’m staying here for the rest of my vacation, but that’s it.’
‘Why?’
‘Why what?’
