Sexy Six (The Bennett Brothers 2)

His hands circle my waist, hoisting me until I’m completely wrapped around him. My skirt hikes up, pooling at my hips, the cool air on my bare ass sending a shiver up my back. Our eyes stay locked as he lowers one hand, finding the thin string of my thong and snapping it.

“Nick! What are you doing?”

“I think you know the answer to that.” He slides a finger into me.

“You have to stop tearing my underwear.”

“Stop wearing them when you know you’re driving me wild, which is all the time.”

“We can’t do this.” I squirm. “There are people on the other side of that door.”

“We’ll be quiet.”

“We can’t,” I repeat, my eyes fluttering closed when he applies pressure to my clit.

“What did you think would happen when I walked in here and saw you in this getup?”

“We’d make out.”

“Make out, make love, fuck… Call it what you want, but it’s happening.”

He twists, pressing my back to the wall and shifting his hips, his shorts falling. In one swift movement, he fills me. His face is now masked with undeniable desire.

“Oh my God,” I moan, feeling every inch of him stretching me. My head falls back, clunking into the wall.

He kisses me deeply, covering my moans as he starts to thrust. He sucks on my tongue, slowing his movements. His hips start to grind in the same rhythm as his tongue, sending waves of urgency through my veins.

My fingers thread through his short hair, gripping tightly. Without words, I’m begging him not to stop. My body is full of Nick, and I still crave more.

What has he done to me?

Coiling starts low in my stomach and spine, both tingling when he swivels his hips again.

“Please,” I plead into his mouth.

He drives faster, giving me exactly what I need. I’m close, so close I break away, knocking my head back into the wall again. My breathing starts to come in pants. His lips skim over my throat, leaving a trail of heat that singes my skin.

“Now, Grace,” is all he has to say and I explode, squeezing my eyes tight and holding back a scream.

He lets out his own low moan, pumping once more, then stills. His cock pulses inside of me, each tick hitting my sensitive skin. Neither of us moves as we fight to regain our breath.

I finally come back down from my high, releasing his hair and putting my forehead to his.

“Three minutes, that’s all I could hold out.” He grunts. “And it still didn’t take the edge off.”

“But it was a great three minutes.”

“You make fantasies come true.”

“I’m not the only one.”

“Grace, I need your eyes on mine.”

I slowly open my eyes, only to be stunned breathless again. He’s staring at me with a look I recognize.

It’s the look Shaw gives Bizzy.

The look my dad gives my mom.