Your One True Love (The Bennett Family 8)

“We can’t just pick up where we left,” I say weakly.

“That’s not my intention. We’ll start fresh, and it’ll be so much better than last time.”

“Was pretty good last time too, except for the end.”

His smile fades. “I can’t promise you forever before we even begin. It would be an empty promise. What I can promise is that I know how special this thing between us is. I didn’t last time, even though I suspected as soon as I lost it. But now I don’t suspect. I’m sure.”

“I know too,” I assure him, heart pounding hard. Being here in his arms feels so good, so warm and perfect.

He seals his lips to mine in a hot, hard kiss. Over my shirt and sports bra, he feathers his fingers around my nipples, turning them into tight, sensitive buds without even touching them. His gaze is molten, his breath rushed. Palming one ass cheek, he brings me flush against him. He’s hard already. Oh, I want this man. I want him so badly, my entire body is shaking. Daniel is all I see. All I want.

Sliding out of his grasp, I hook my fingers in the waistband of his pants, pushing them down, then do the same with his boxers.

Moving from the couch down on my knees, I stop when my mouth is right in front of his erection. I don’t attack him right away but tease him first, dragging my thumb from the base up to his tip, following the blue vein. The way he exhales between his teeth gives me immense satisfaction. I follow the same vein with my tongue, using just the tip. Daniel jerks his hips, fisting my hair with one hand. When I flatten my tongue against his heated skin, licking right up to the crease under his crown, circling it once, he tightens his grip. I love that I can make him lose control so fast.

Greedy for more, I finally lower my mouth onto him slowly, watching his expression out of the corner of my eyes. With every inch I take in, his nostrils flare. He tastes so good. A little sweaty, a lot masculine.

“You’re so good, baby. So, so good!”

While I slide up and down, I bring one hand to the base, clasping what I can’t take in, squeezing tightly and then releasing, moving my hand lower, cupping the soft skin on his balls, sliding a finger down his perineum. He releases a loud, guttural groan that makes his entire chest quiver. To know I can undo this mountain of a man with one touch....

“Oh, fuck. Caroline, you’re—”

He never finishes that sentence. Instead, he pulls back, and before I realize what’s going on, he slides off the couch and onto the floor, shifting me until we’re both lying on the carpet, on our sides, my mouth in licking distance of his erection, his head level with my crotch.

When he slides one palm between my thighs, I open up, desire soaking my thong. Any second now, he’ll lower my Lycra pants and thong—

Rrrrrrrrip. He rips the pants right at my crotch. My thong is a thing of the past too.

“Daniel!”

“I’ll buy you new ones. I’ll buy you ten. But I want to lick you right now.”

I’m sweaty, I want to protest, but the words die on my lips. We look at each other between our tangled limbs, and this moment holds so much tension and anticipation, I feel myself dripping.

“I want to eat you out while you suck me off.”

His dirty words fuel me like nothing else. I take him in my mouth as deep as I can.

“I will make you come hard, Caroline. So hard your head will spin.”

He buries his mouth between my legs, and I nearly bite him when I feel the lash of his tongue against my clit. He’s relentless and wild, and I match him every step of the way. Then he slips two fingers inside me, and I moan loudly around his erection. This is an assault on my senses. I’ve never opened myself intimately this way.

Feeling his fingers inside me, his lips pulling my clit between them while I’m tasting him, is too much. I take him in deeper, feeling him at the back of my throat. Wetness rushes between my thighs when he starts moving his hips lightly, taking control, making love to my mouth at the same time his tongue draws maddening circles around my clit. Around and around he goes, coaxing pleasure from deep inside me until I explode.

I pinch my eyes shut as we both climax, rocking and thrashing, lost in each other.

Daniel shifts around until his eyes are level with mine.

“You okay?” He smiles, pushing a few loose strands out of my face.

“Thoroughly satisfied,” I inform him, returning the smile.

“Oh, baby, but I’m not done with you tonight.”

Even though my body is limp with pleasure, tingles of anticipation run through me. Daniel helps me to my feet, his hand warm and steady. Something feathers along my inner thigh. One look down and I want to hide my face in my hands. My ripped panties dangle down my inner thigh, the ripped pants leaving nothing to the imagination.

“I need to shower,” I say.