Your One True Love (The Bennett Family 8)

“I love that you’re so wet for me, Caroline.” His voice is a low, sinful whisper. When he slides his fingers out, moving to my clit, I nearly bite my tongue with the effort of staying quiet. I won’t be able to do it. He circles my bundle of nerves until my entire body tightens up.

With a sharp exhale, I push his hand away, turning to face him. Time to give him some of his own medicine. Before he can do anything, I lower myself onto my knees, work on his belt, freeing him, and holy shit. The sight of him in his clothes with just his cock hanging out is surreal. I want to eat all of him up, one lick at a time. But that’s too ambitious a project for right now, so I settle for licking all over his erection. Up to the base, back to the crown, dipping my tongue in the crevice right under the tip. Daniel lets out a low, guttural groan.

“On my desk, Caroline.”

Holy bananas, his tone is doing wicked things to me. So of course, instead of doing that, I take him deeper in my mouth. Daniel gasps, the veins on his neck cording briefly. Then he pulls out and helps me to my feet.

“I said on my desk.” He swipes his tongue over my lips before claiming my mouth. I feel myself walk backward and then the edge of the desk presses against my ass. Daniel hoists me up onto it. I let my flats drop to the floor.

“On your elbows.”

I do just that, perching my feet on the edge of the desk.

“You look sexy in these stockings,” he says as I gather my dress around me, and I make a mental note to wear them with garters next time. He pushes my panties to one side. But just when I think he’s going to drive inside me, he bends down, kissing me right on my folds. My hips lift off the desk, pressing against his face.

He slides his tongue inside me, his thumb pressing on my clit. Oh God, this is all too much. Tension strums through me, intensifying quickly. Too quickly.

I’m right on the cusp of an orgasm, but Daniel stops, instead sliding inside me, covering my mouth with his hand. I explode the moment he enters me, spasming around him, my groans muffled by his palm. Then he brings his hands under my ass, lifting it a little. Fingers pressed deep into my glutes, he starts loving me in earnest, hard, fast, and desperate.

“Come closer,” he rasps in between thrusts, and I understand what he means, because I feel the same way too. I want—need—to be closer to him. Touching isn’t really possible in this position, but I want to be as close to him as possible.

I push myself up, almost in a sitting position, leveling myself on my palms, changing the angle between us. Daniel thrusts against a point so deep inside me that my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. He leans over slightly and our mouths clash halfway in a frantic kiss. I can taste both of us in this kiss, and it is the damned sexiest thing. We kiss each other’s sounds of pleasure. The muscles in my arms scream in protest, the edge of the desk cutting into the soles of my feet as I meet his desperation with equal fervor.

“Fuck, I need to touch you,” he said hoarsely. “I need your skin.”

He doesn’t finish the sentence. Instead, he lifts me off the desk, laying me down on the carpet. And then he unbuttons his shirt faster than I’ve ever seen him. My work is easier; I just lift my dress over my head, unclasp my bra and throw it somewhere in the room. Then Daniel lies on top of me, every inch of my torso touching his front. The skin-on-skin contact is like a breath of fresh air.

“I needed to be close to you like this,” he whispers in my ear as he slides inside me.

“So did I. But I didn’t know how to ask.”

“I have a confession to make.” He touches my cheek with the tip of his nose tenderly. “I don’t know if I’m falling for you all over again, or if I never stopped loving you.”

My eyes well with emotion. “I never stopped.”

He looks straight down at me, smiling before covering my mouth with his. We rock against each other, a tangle of limbs, caresses, and kisses until we both shatter from the sensations.

Limp with pleasure, we remain sprawled on the floor, drawing our breaths. Right until a knock at the door startles us. Jumping to our feet, we arrange our clothes as quickly as possible. Daniel opens the door, and Lena hovers in front of it.

“Sorry, Daniel, but it’s late, and I’m having dinner with some friends. Is there anything you need me to do before I leave? How do you want to handle the Beatrix issue?”

“Don’t worry about it. She and Grant will make a statement. There’s not much else to do except wait for it to die down.”

“Do you think this has anything to do with Justin?”

Daniel narrows his eyes, considering this. “I bet he paid someone at the LA hotel to take pictures for him. Go to your dinner. Sorry I kept you waiting.”

She glances at me, hides a small smile. My entire face feels on fire.

“No problem. Have a good night.”

When he closes the door, I cover my cheeks with my hands. “She knows.”

“Nah.”

“She knows.”

“She suspects. Different things. But since she’s leaving anyway....” He wiggles his eyebrows. “We could pick up where we left.”