Your Irresistible Love (The Bennett Family 1)

“No,” I reply quickly. “Not at all. It’s a good morning.”

“Why, because the bed was comfortable?”

I grin, joining in on his game. “No, that’s not it.”

“Is it because of the pre-sleep activities?”

“Sebastian Bennett, are you fishing for compliments?”

“Depends. Are you about to hand some out?”

“Maybe.”

He plants a smooch on my lips. God, he’s adorable. “Well, then. Yes, I believe I am.”

“I need to shower,” I inform him.

“What a coincidence. So do I. Let’s go together.”

We disentangle ourselves from the sheets. I stretch for a few seconds, while Sebastian goes straight to the bathroom adjacent to the room.

The bathroom consists of a Jacuzzi and a separate shower. They’re both large enough for us to fit in.

“We can play around in the Jacuzzi later.” Sebastian stands in the shower, and I join him. “Ava, meet shower. Shower, you’re about to see many inappropriate things.”

I giggle as warm water sprays my skin. “I can’t believe it took me so long to figure out you’re the inappropriate brother.”

“I’ll spend my days proving to you how much I deserve that title.”

“Last night was very convincing. You have no idea how sore I am.”

“Tell me.”

“Sebastian,” I whisper. “If you continue like that. . .” I swallow the rest of the sentence, distracted by the water running down his chest, his abs, and further down. Biting my lips, I add, “We’re supposed to shower.”

“I’ll help you do that.” A grin takes hold of his features. That’s when I see the dimples.

Oh, my God, this man has dimples. I might fall in love with him. How come I never noticed them before?

“There’s something different about your smile this morning.”

“Mmm. Might have something to do with waking up next to a beautiful woman.”

He pours some shower gel on his palms, lowering himself to his knees. He starts rubbing the gel on my ankles, working his way up to my knees. His hands move further up my inner thighs.

“Such a beautiful body,” he murmurs. As his hands travel to my hips and to my stomach, he leans forward. His tongue touches the sensitive skin between my legs. I part them to give him better access. This man can do amazing things with his tongue. Abruptly, he pulls back, standing up, his hands continuing to soap my breasts and shoulders, as if nothing happened. Such a tease.

“My turn,” I say, after my entire body is covered with shower gel.

“Okay.”

I pour gel on my palms and mimic his earlier routine, starting with his ankles and working my way up. There is something incredibly erotic about touching him like this. I trace every inch of skin on his legs with my fingers, enjoying the feel of his steel muscles. I take him in my mouth, watching him the entire time. He keeps his composure at first, but as I move my lips up and down, his breaths become more labored, his eyes more hooded. When he fists my hair, I know I’ve brought him exactly to the point I wanted, and pull back.

“You’re being a bad, bad girl,” he says as I stand up, soaping his chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, pressing my breasts against him.

We let the water wash away the soap.

After planting a quick kiss on my lips, he steps out of the shower. I linger inside, washing my hair. Every single part of my body aches for him. Damn, damn, damn, Ava Lindt. What are you doing? I have three months left here. The clock is ticking, and I already dread the day I’ll have to kiss him good-bye. This won’t be a purely physical relationship; it was never about that. Falling for this amazing man could be fatal, but what a delicious way to go.