Your One True Love (The Bennett Family 8)

“Never mind.” She tries to wiggle out of my arms, but I just keep her more firmly in place.

“I want to know.”

“No, you do not. These are things better kept for girls’ night out. Women dissect these topics for hours at a time. Men are more straightforward, and feelings talk sends them running for the hills, and—”

“Give me more credit.” I kiss the tip of her nose again. “Come on, try me. How is it different?”

“It feels deeper. More real.”

“Thank God I’m not the only one feeling this way.”

***

Caroline

Did he just say that?

“Dan,” I whisper, but don’t say more because he seems to want to continue talking, and I want to soak up every word.

“Back in college, I cared about you, but not like this. I liked how much fun we had together. Liked undressing you every chance I got. I like those things now too, but also our quiet nights together, asking you about your day, telling you about mine. These last couple of weeks haven’t been the easiest, but knowing you’re mine, all sweet and wild. I like building a life together with you, Caroline.”

“So, what you mean is, before you used to enjoy the sun with me, and now you also like holding an umbrella over me when it rains.”

He furrows his br

ow, looking confused. “What?”

I smile sheepishly. “Sorry, my mom used to say that: love isn’t just about enjoying the sunny days together, but holding an umbrella for each other when it rains.”

“Ah, I get it.”

He seals his mouth over mine, kissing me hard. His hands move around my back, slide down my ass, groping me shamelessly. Then he kisses down my neck, my shoulder. Feeling his lips and frantic breath on my bare skin sends sparks all over my nerve endings. His mouth becomes greedier still, descending on my collarbone.

“What are you doing?” I whisper.

“I need you.”

“Ri—right now?”

“Right now. I’m not going to allow you to leave this office until you come.”

I let out a sound of exasperation mixed with excitement, but don’t make a single attempt to wiggle out of his arms, or to stop him. I want this, his unrestrained passion.

He kisses me again, harder, as if he hasn’t kissed me in weeks. When he unhitches his lips, he directs his attention to my chest. I’m wearing a knee-length wool dress, and thick stockings that reach my upper thighs. I’m also wearing a push-up bra, so my girls are squished together nicely. Daniel clearly appreciates this, dragging his lips on the tops of my breasts.

“You drive me crazy,” he murmurs. “We’re going to have to be quiet.”

A thrill runs through me, jolting my cells alive. This is going to be fun.

I lean into him, kissing his lips, his jaw. He has a light scruff I adore. It grazes my lips, but just barely. It’s a little rough, a lot masculine. Like Daniel.

I want to kiss every inch of him, but one look at Daniel makes it clear he has other plans. Those sinful dark eyes are trained on me, so full of lust and determination it makes my stomach flutter. He towers over me, skimming his hands over my shoulders, down my arms. His mouth is everywhere, nipping at my neck, grazing my shoulder. I’m shuddering in anticipation, not knowing where he’ll put his lips next. Will it be my chest, my shoulders again? He does neither, instead whirling me around, pushing my hair to one side, and kissing the back of my neck until I’m trembling in his arms. I decide to stop trying to anticipate his every move and just allow myself to be surprised. And holy hell, does he ever surprise me by cinching the dress up at my sides, lifting it up, up, up. Then he pushes the thong to one side, driving a finger inside me. I buckle forward, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Quiet,” he growls.

“How do you expect me to be quiet when you do this?”

Daniel moves the finger in and out of me, sliding a second one inside.