Your One True Love (The Bennett Family 8)

“If I were you, I’d put the plate right back where it was,” she says sweetly.

I push the plate even farther away, leaning slightly over the table. “If I were you, I’d stop being a naughty girl. You don’t want to turn me on, or I’ll forget we’re in public. You’re not wearing any panties, remember?”

Swallowing hard, she lowers her foot, red splotches appearing on her cheeks.

“I love seeing you blush.”

“You don’t say.”

“Let’s go to my house after dinner. Spend the night there.” I’ve been sleeping at her apartment since Sunday, but I want her in my house, in my bed. I want her smell on my sheets, her hair on my pillow.

“You’re awfully confident about getting me in bed tonight,” she teases.

Leaning back, I drum my fingers on the table. “Oh, I like my chances. Besides, you’ll love my apartment. Lots of windows. It’s in Nob Hill, with a direct view over Huntington Park.”

“Can you see our faux Notre Dame?” she asks, referring to the Grace Cathedral, which is an exact replica of Notre Dame de Paris.

“Yep. I also have a Jacuzzi.”

“Sold.”

***

“Wow, your apartment is beautiful, Dan. And the view, my goodness.”

She does a full turn, scanning the details of the living room. I don’t have much in terms of furniture, just a large white couch, a coffee table, and a recliner in which Alice loves to sit when she visits, but I love my home simple. And I love having Caroline here, in the midst of it all. I can barely keep my hands off her, my self-control dangling from a thin thread. Stepping right behind her, I push her hair to one side, kissing the back of her neck.

“I want to taste you, Caroline. I want to make love to you in every room in this apartment.”

“Then get me naked.”

Her voice is low, full of lust. I love bringing out this side of her. I make quick work of removing her clothes, and when she’s completely naked, I make a confession.

“You’re the only woman I’ve brought here. Except for my family.”

I need her to know that, unlike last time, now I understand exactly how special this is between us. Even the doorman was surprised when he saw us come in.

“Oh, Dan!” She peppers my chest with kisses, whispering against my skin. “You’re not going to regret it. I’ll make you happy.” She kisses up my neck, moves to my ear. “You’ll see. So happy.”

One hand around her waist, I hoist her closer to me, tip her chin up with my other hand. The emotion in her eyes brings me to my knees.

I want to be worthy of this look my entire life. Gently I press my mouth against hers. She opens her lips, inviting me in, and I slip my tongue inside. Taking her in my arms, I carry her to my bedroom, laying her on the bed.

She keeps her hands at the side of her head, her hair splayed around the pillow. She looks so perfect in my bed. She belongs here, and I’ll be damned if I ever let her leave it. Her round, full breasts beckon to me, her nipples peaking.

I drop my clothes near the bed, taking her panties out of my pocket, then lie next to her. Bracing myself on one forearm, I run my thumb in the valley between her breasts, around one nipple and then the other, until they’re both hard.

“Put these on,” I instruct, laying the thong on her belly.

“Now you want me to have panties on?”

“Yes. Put them on.”

She raises a brow but does what I say, shimmying back in them, looking at me as if asking, “Now what?”

Her chest moves up and down with every breath, the rhythm intensifying as I trace the path of my fingers with my mouth, tasting all that sweetness of hers. I lower my mouth to her navel, then farther on her pubic bone, stopping just above her clit, pressing a chaste kiss there over the fabric.

Pulling back, I run my