Heartthrob (The Bennett Brothers 3) - Page 120
He sets me upright, letting go of my scalp and neck, and steps back. “Now, I have to change my pants.” There’s a gleam of smug satisfaction shining brightly at my annoyance.
My eyes drop to his groin and notice not only the outline of his cock but also the wet spot seeping through the material. I scrape my nails up his length and run my thumb along the tip, teasing him.
“Claire,” he bites out low in warning but doesn’t move. The glimmer transforms into hunger.
Right as I slide my fingers to his zipper, there’s a knock at the door. Both our heads jerk at the sound, and he covers my hand with his. “Fuck,” he spews.
“Who’s that?”
“Our driver is here. I’ll go tell him we’ll meet him downstairs.”
“I’ll go. You can’t answer the door like this.”
His eyes rake over me again. “Baby, you may want to take a look in the mirror.”
“Dammit.” I push past him and rush to our bathroom. “Mathis!” I scream when I see the damage. My lipstick is smeared everywhere his lips touched. The skin is pink and splotchy from his soft stubble. My hair is manageable but not nearly as styled as before. I grab a washcloth to blot his lip prints from my neck and jaw when I notice the marks. They’re small but distinguishable purple nips.
“Mathis!” I shout again. He strolls out of the closet, and my irritation dies on my lips at the sight of him. In less than two minutes, he’s changed into charcoal grey slacks and a deep blue shirt that matches my dress. His hair is messy in the way you can tell my hands were running through it, and his bright blue eyes pierce into mine.
Pure fucking sex appeal.
My stomach flips and spine tingles as I fight the impulse to tackle him. His lips curl into a cocky grin, obviously reading my mind.
“You screeched for me?”
Screeched for him? My mind is blank, wiped of all logical thought.
He crowds into my space, running his fingers along the indention of my collarbone. “Not too bad.”
The lust-filled craze begins to clear, and I remember. “Were you trying to give me hickeys?”
“It wasn’t my intention, but one look at you in this dress and all bets were off.”
“How do I explain these?”
“Like I sa
id, in this dress, no explanation necessary.”
“Hickeys are for horny high school kids.”
“Rubbing my dick against your pussy and blowing my load in my pants is for high school as well, but it still happened.”
I inhale sharply at his bluntness, dropping my eyes to his groin.
“Eyes up here, baby. We don’t have time for round two.”
“Fine!” I huff. “Get out of here and give me a few minutes to try to cover these up.”
He twists his torso, opening one of his vanity drawers and pulling out a long rectangular box. He turns back, popping it open to reveal a simple and elegant filigree chain with a sapphire pendant. “This may help cover them up.”
I swallow hard, my stomach fluttering. “It’s beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful. This is merely an accessory.”
I shift, gathering my hair. “Put it on.”
He does, kissing the back of my neck, then wraps his arms around my waist. “You ready now?”
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