Your Alluring Love (The Bennett Family 6)

“Are you going to eat too?”

“Oh, I’ll eat, just like I’ll eat you. In fact, why don’t I do it at the same time?”

His words prompt a wave of heat to wash over me, concentrating low in my body. He dips his thumb in the cup, then smears it around the tips of my breasts. Before I have a chance to recover, his hot tongue licks across the same spot, and I grip the counter behind me to steady myself.

“Nate, what are you doing?” I whisper.

“Taking what’s mine. You’re mine, Alice. Every single part of you. Your laughter, your moans. All mine.”

“All yours.”

He repeatedly smears cold ice cream on my skin, then covers the spot with his mouth. The succession of hot and cold is excruciating, like going from high to low again and again until I don’t know which is the high and which is the low. I only know I need this man desperately.

“I need you. Now. Please.”

His blessed mouth, which is teasing one of my breasts, travels up to my neck until he reaches my ear. Biting my earlobe, he says, “Look at you, all hot and bothered and dirty. Why don’t we go in the shower to clean you up?”

Best proposition ever.

Taking my hand, he leads me through his apartment and into the bathroom, which I love. My bathroom is an oasis, but his takes the cake. In the center is a tub large enough for two people; I’ve been imagining us in there with candles around us since I first saw it. But right now, we’re heading to the shower. Turning on the water from above, he lets it run over us while pouring shower gel in his hands. He pushes me so my back is against the wall, spreading my legs open with his knee. His soapy hands travel over all the spots he kissed before, especially my breasts.

He touches and teases all my sweet spots, turning me to putty in his hands. This man knows how to work my body, exactly where to touch me to drive me crazy.

“I like having you like this,” he murmurs.

“At your mercy?”

“Exactly.”

“Clean enough, you think?” I ask when I can no longer stand the torture. I need him to take me right now. My God, he’s so beautiful like this, with water running over him.

He kisses me so passionately he steals my breath. After pulling back, he still doesn’t answer. I’m more hot and bothered than he is, so I set out to resolve that.

Dropping to my knees, I stroke his hard-on, licking him from the tip to the base, watching him inhale sharply.

“Alice….” He threads his fingers through my hair all the way to the roots, as if he desperately needs to hold on to me while my mouth explores him. He tightens his grip with every lash of my tongue, every lick across his crown. When he starts moving his hips back and forth slowly, as if making love to my mouth, I know I’ve brought him almost where I want him, but I’m not done.

Taking advantage of the fact that his eyes are trained on me, I slip my hand between my legs, touching myself intimately.

“Oh fuck. You’re killing me, Alice.”

He pulls out of my mouth, helps me to my feet, and flips me around so my ass is against his granite thighs.

“Grip the railing,” he says in a low, commanding voice. “You’ll need it.”

Oh my. I love the promise in his voice. Knowing he’ll make good on it, I grip the steel railing with both hands, licking my lips. I hate not being able to see what he’s about to do, but I love it at the same time. When he drags the hot tip of his erection across one ass cheek and then the other, I shudder.

“Nate,” I gasp. When he descends further, teasing the seam of my opening first with his tip, then with his hot length, my knees wobble.

“Don’t push your delicious ass back,” he whispers in my ear. “I want you to stand straight.”

I don’t quite understand what he means until he drives into me and holy shit. Because of the angle, he’s so deep inside me that I gasp for air, hoping for some reprieve but only receiving more of him. He only stops when he’s entered me completely.

Stilling inside me, he puts his mouth to my ear. “Alice, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t know it could feel like this. It’s so good.”

Nate pulls out almost completely before slamming back into me. He grips the railing with one hand too, clasping it so tightly his knuckles turn white. He keeps the other arm protectively across my waist and pelvis, fingertips pressing against my clit.