Your One True Love (The Bennett Family 8)

“That’s where we’re going. And stop overthinking. I loved your taste.”

“I was sweaty!”

“I loved it.”

I lead him to my bathroom, still self-conscious of the thong hanging between my legs, the ripped pants. On the plus side, my ankle doesn’t hurt anymore. We drop our clothes on the tiled floor and step into my shower stall, which isn’t big enough for two. But my tub isn’t either, and we’d splash water everywhere if we used it because I don’t have a protective curtain. I only use it for lazy baths.

“Cozy in here,” Daniel remarks as the spray of water rains down on us. We do a quick job of cleaning ourselves, but feeling him right behind me is distracting. Ah, what this man does to me. It should be illegal for him to be able to turn me on without even touching me.

“Tonight I will take my time with you,” he whispers.

“You did that in the marina hotel too.”

“No. At the hotel I loved you like it would be the last time. This, tonight, is a new beginning.”

I shudder in his arms, his words traveling over me like a caress. He pushes my hair to one side, kissing the the back of my neck, turning my knees weak.

“Put your hands up and hold them there.”

I immediately do as instructed.

He trails kisses down my spine, skimming his fingers at my sides, over the roundness of my breasts, my rib c

age, and waist. By the time he is touching the curve of my hips, wetness rushes through my center. I press my hands on the tiles, clenching my teeth. He’s turning every inch of my skin into an erogenous zone.

He kisses down one of my thighs, until he reaches the back of my knee, moving his tongue in small circles. I suck in a breath, dearly hoping my legs won’t give out again.

When I feel his fingers trailing up my inner thighs, I open my legs wide without any shame or restraint, bracing myself.

He lets out a rush of hot air right against my ass cheek as he slides one finger inside me.

“Fuck, I love your sweet ass.” He gives it a little smack, then palms a cheek. I press my palms against the wall, but they skid a little on the wet tiles. My glutes are tensing. “Your pussy.” He slides in a second finger, and I lick my lips. “Every part of you.”

He parts his fingers, forming a small V inside of me.

“Daniel, oh.... Oh!” I pinch my eyes shut, biting my lower lip. He’s stretching me, getting me ready for him. I can’t stand it for one second longer. I need to kiss him, now that he’s mine again. Mine to touch, to love, to hold.

As if reading my mind, he pulls his fingers out and commands, “Turn around.”

I do just that. He’s on his knees on the shower floor, his head level with my navel. As I begin to lower my hands, itching to touch him, he shakes his head.

“Put your hands above your head, against the tiles.”

I pout. “But I want to touch you. Your hair is so damn sexy. Practically begs me to run my fingers through it, tug at it a little.”

Daniel merely watches me, gaze hard and unflinching, as if saying, “I’m in charge here.” Wordlessly, I raise my hands. Daniel lifts one of my legs, hooking it on his shoulder, then pushes me against the cold tiles, kissing me intimately. Feeling the cold tiles against my back and his hot mouth on me at the same time is too much. And he’s just getting started. He licks and nips at my clit, using his fingers to spread open my folds, then push them together, driving me crazy. My vision clouds as pleasure ripples through me, starting from where his lips work on me and spreading everywhere. I’m so close to the edge. So close.

“I want you to keep your hands there when you come. Do you understand?”

Keep... what? Is he insane? I need to touch him right now. More than that, I need to ground myself, to hold on to something. I can’t protest, though. Words fail me as an orgasm blindsides me, sweeping through me with such force that the leg I’m standing on gives away. I feel Daniel’s hands, strong and steady, holding me up, keeping me from crumbling right onto his face.

This isn’t just an orgasm. It’s a Danielgasm—the full-body kind of pleasure that leaves your skin zinging, your teeth clattering, and your mind spinning.

He leaves me no time to breathe or recover. I barely make out his shape as he rises to his feet, palms each ass cheek in one hand, and lifts me off my feet. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his middle, crossing them on the upper part of his ass.

He lowers me onto his erection in a single, desperate thrust that knocks the breath out of my lungs. The size of him, fuck. I blink once, twice, trying to clear my vision. And Christ, what a vision this is. Now I can touch him. I run my hands over his shoulders, descending, feeling the way the muscles corded around his arms tense with the effort of lifting me up and down onto him.

My breasts jolt on every thrust, my nipples grazing his chest as he leans in to pepper my face with kisses in between. Feeling him pull away and then fill me again so utterly and completely is so intense I can barely keep myself from falling apart. I want to wait for him to reach the cusp too, so we’ll fall off the edge together.