Your Forever Love (The Bennett Family 3)

“Hurry,” I tell him.

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Exactly fifteen minutes later, my doorbell rings. I’ve changed into a red silk and organza kimono and am wearing black lace lingerie underneath it. Drawing in a deep breath, I open the door. The second Eric lays eyes on me, his gaze darkens, desire glinting in it. Feeling naughty, I undo the cord of my kimono, opening it so he can get a glimpse of my panties and bra. I’m rewarded with a deep groan.

“If I knew you were wearing this, I’d have come home in ten minutes,” he says.

“I take it you like what you see.”

“I do.” He steps into the apartment and closes the door. “Can’t wait to rip them off.”

I rake him in as well, my senses beguiled by every single aspect of him. There is something very masculine about a man in a suit, and Eric wears it well. Everything about him screams power, determination—and mind-blowing sex.

He hooks an arm around my waist, pushing me against the wall. Swiping his tongue over my lips, he slips it in my mouth. Eric kisses me like a man possessed, and I love every wild second of it. He’s delicious.

“How can I need you so much?” he asks after we pull apart. His breath is ragged. “You’re all I could think about when I was at the office.”

My breath becomes increasingly shallow as desire ravages my body, driving me to roll my hips against him. Eric lets out a groan from deep in his throat, one of his hands finding its way in to my hair, gripping the back of my head for a brief second before releasing me and descending to cup my cheek. Unexpectedly, he presses my legs apart with his knee, his fingers push aside the fabric of my thong, and he dips his thumb into my slit. My knees instantly weaken as a quiver runs through me. This man knows how to drive a woman crazy.

“Let’s go in the bedroom right now, or I swear I’ll take you here against this wall.”

“Then do it,” I challenge.

Something snaps inside him—I think it might be his control. He kisses me hot and hard again. I ache for him everywhere. My hands fumble with the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one, barely resisting the urge to rip them off. I run my hands over his muscle-laced arms as I push the shirt off him. Taking a step back, I greedily watch his ripped chest and abdomen. My clit begs for his attention, and my puckered nipples press against the fabric of the bra.

“You’re sexy,” he says with a groan, his eyes on my bra. I swell with pride. I spent a good amount of time at Nadine’s shop picking out racy lingerie with Alice nagging that I’m wasting my time, that men never care much about the lingerie, only what’s beneath it. Well, Eric is appreciatively growling at my bra. For all of five seconds, before he unclasps it and my breasts pop free. He kneads them in his hands, focusing on my almost painful nipples. “I’m going to make you feel so good, Pippa.”

“Stop stalling, start proving.” I ache for him to be inside me right now.

“You’re an impatient little thing.”

He doesn’t spare my panties one glance before removing them. Okay, so Alice had a point.

I undo the fly of his pants, pushing them and his boxers past his ass. This man has a gorgeous ass. I dig my nails in to it briefly to show my appreciation. Eric chuckles, cupping my face. I turn my attention to his erection next, stroking him. I sink down the wall to my knees and take him in my mouth while continuing to move my hand up and down, applying pressure. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple dipping, while his hand moves to grip my hair. With satisfaction, I observe his control ebbing with every stroke of my hand. When I swipe my tongue over his tip, he mouths my name on a groan, shuddering. Eric pulls back, kicking his pants and boxers away, but not before whisking out a condom from his pocket. He pulls the condom over his erection, then pulls me to my feet.

“Spread your legs,” he commands. I swallow hard before doing as he instructs. Dipping a finger inside me, he kisses me roughly, and I love the taste of him—all man. Grazing my earlobe with his teeth, he whispers, “I love feeling you so wet for me. And I’m going to reward you for that.”

He adds a second finger, stretching me, teasing me before pressing his palm over my clit and moving his hand in rhythmic beats. I cl

ench with need around his fingers, greedy for more. He lowers himself until his lips are level with my waist and traces a fine line with his tongue from my navel to my clit. I pinch my eyes shut, losing myself in the sensation.

When he rims the sensitive flesh of my core with his thumb and then with a lash of his tongue, my knees buckle dangerously.

“You’re the one who challenged me to make love to you here,” he teases.

“I—yeah,” I mutter, and lick my lips. “Not my best idea. I’ll fall.”

“No, you won’t.” Gripping my ass with both hands, he adds, “I’ve got you, baby.”

As his mouth works magic on me, I run my fingers through his hair, pulling him even closer.

“I need you inside me now,” I beg. Eric obliges me almost instantly, rising to his feet and hoisting me against the wall. Almost without thinking, I hitch my legs around his waist, opening myself wider to him. He captures my mouth with his, driving inside me at the same time. He doesn’t move for a few moments, just holds me. I lace my fingers together at the back of his neck, enjoying the nearness, the skin-on-skin contact. His heartbeat is almost as frantic as mine.

“Being inside you feels so good, Pippa.” He gives me a chaste little kiss on my cheek. “Like home.”

His words touch me in a way he can’t possibly know. I rock my body in to him, seeking warmth and passion. Keeping his eyes on mine, he slides in and out of me, the angle of his hips perfect, touching me on the inside in places no one did, luring moan after moan out of me. My heartbeat quickens as something powerful stirs in my center. Tightening my legs around him, I dig my heels in his ass cheeks, needing to be even closer to him. I press my hips flush against his, seeking his mouth as I pulsate around him, desire coursing through me. I graze my fingernails over the expanse of his chest and shoulders as pleasure sears me. A thin sheet of sweat dots his upper lip, and I lean forward and kiss him. He tastes a little like salt, a lot like a man. I explode in a million pieces of pleasure when he widens inside me, clinging to him for dear life as I cry out my release. He does the same then leans his forehead against mine, his breath shallow.

“I missed you.” He whispers the words, smiling against my lips.