Your One True Love (The Bennett Family 8)

I need it slow tonight, and I need to look her in the eyes the entire time I’m inside her. She doesn’t urge me to go faster, doesn’t push herself against me. And she doesn’t look away from me. We’ve always been in sync, but tonight it’s like we’re reading each other’s thoughts, anticipating the other’s needs.

Her breasts move up and down on every thrust. Christ, she’s a sight. Sweet, sexy, sinful. Nothing is more perfect than getting lost in this woman. I need to touch more of her, so I let go of one hand, holding the other firmly.

I run my palm over her hip, up her waist. Then I bend forward on my knees, changing the angle yet again, and she pinches her eyes shut tightly. I still.

“Open your eyes, Caroline.”

“Just a second.” Her voice is shaky, her breath uneven. Fuck, I love that I can do this to her. Knock the breath out of her, make her shake with pleasure. When she flutters her eyelids open, I thrust again, moving my free hand up to her breasts, pinching one nipple and then the other. Her inner muscles clench so tight around me that my eyes nearly roll in my head.

When she squeezes me tighter and tighter, I press my palm flat on her pubic bone, driving into her G-spot again.

“Dan!”

Her hips shudder, but I stop their upward swing by pressing my palm harder. She is falling apart beautifully.

“I can’t—oh God, this. I can’t...too much....”

“Yes, you can. You’ll take all the pleasure I’m giving you. All of it.”

She grips the headboard with her free hand, holding on to me tightly with the other one.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“Say the words.”

“I trust you, Dan. I trust you.”

Between her words and her shaky thighs, I nearly explode. My balls tighten, a zing rushing straight to my tip. I drive into her faster, my palm pressing her down as I hit her G-spot again and again. When her back arches up, I rub my thumb over her clit, and she’s done for. She goes right over the edge, taking me with her. She spasms around me so hard, she nearly pushes me out. Dropping on top of her, my body still convulsing, I stay inside her, cradling her to me, feeling closer to her than ever but wanting—needing—to be even closer.

“This was incredible,” she murmurs on a sigh.

“Mmm, just foreplay. We’re not nearly done for tonight.”

Her inner muscles clench around me, making me smile. She’s as greedy for me as I am for her.

“That Jacuzzi is waiting for us.”

Chapter Nineteen

Daniel

“This just isn’t for me,” Honor says next Wednesday afternoon as we struggle to regain our breaths. We’ve been testing indoor climbing at a hall near the office, since it’s at the top of the list of activities our customers requested. Chelsea’s tested it here herself, recommended us to do the same. “What’s the point of all this climbing if you don’t at least have some gorgeous scenery to enjoy at the end, or some fresh air?”

“I agree. Borderline claustrophobic.”

“And it stinks.”

“Yeah. But the customer—”

“Is king.” She stretches one arm, then the next, looking around at the patrons. “And this place is chock-full. Talked to the instructor earlier, said they’re fully booked almost constantly. No denying it’s popular.”

“Let’s have a drink at their juice bar before we leave.”

“If the boss buys, I won’t say no.” We walk side by side, navigating through the climbers and the instructors still on the ground. “So, what’s the plan for the gym? Are you already scouting locations?”

Perfect moment to throw her the bone, as casually as possible. “As soon as the bank clears us on more loans, I’ll get on it.”