Heartthrob (The Bennett Brothers 3)
I chew on my bottom lip and cast a glance around the room, pretending to think about his demand. Another mistake on my part, because I find myself flying to my back, his body covering mine.
“Claire,” he growls impatiently, bracing on his elbows.
“Okay, okay!” I giggle. “No more topless sunbathing.”
His hips swivel, the angle so deep my toes curl at the sensations shooting through my body.
“If this is your idea of punishment, I’ll amend my answer.”
“Then you’re going back to handcuffs.”
I roll my eyes and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from blurting out that the handcuffs weren’t that bad. He reads my mind, his eyes glittering with approval.
“No more running.”
“No more,” I agree on a moan when he grinds against me, my back bowing off the bed.
His strokes speed, driving hard and deep until my thighs are trembling. I dig my feet into the mattress, trying to gain leverage, and meet him thrust for thrust.
Our sex life has always been dynamic, but today, there’s something different. He’s rougher, wilder, and more intense than ever before. He rolls slightly to the side, breaking our contact, and a blast of cool air coats my chest right before he cups my breast and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I cry out at the spasm of pleasure scoring through my veins. He repeats the motion on the other side, this time nipping lightly at the sensitive skin before covering it with his lips. All the while, he continues to slam into me relentlessly.
One hand grips into his shoulder blade, holding tight, and I arch my back, tilting my hips. The move allows him to go so deep I feel him everywhere. My eyes roll back, and I clench my core hard to slow the coiling in my stomach. It barely works, allowing only a few seconds before the searing burn speeds again. My body quakes, and I writhe under him, whimpering in a frenzy.
“Fuck. You have to loosen up or I’m going to explode.” His voice is husky and jagged.
I shake my h
ead, tightening and squeezing with all my strength. His hand leaves my breast, gripping my thigh and hitching it up. A low, grating moan escapes my throat, and I lose the hold, giving him back control.
“Baby, look at me,” he demands roughly.
My eyes fly open and lock with his smoldering blue stare that sends another jolt through my system. In a split second, he’s on his knees, holding me to him as he pounds into me ruthlessly.
“Oh my God! Mathis!” The first wave hits with a ferocity so strong, I scream his name until my throat is on fire.
“Give me more.”
I’m about to argue it’s not possible when his fingers slide around, and his thumb circles my clit.
“Hot, tight, drenched… fucking perfect.” His words hardly penetrate through my daze as the euphoric feeling returns.
My fingers fist through his hair, nails scraping his scalp, and moans purr from my throat. “Yes,” I grate out, surging down and flexing into him.
An animalistic growl echoes through the room, urging me further.
“All fucking mine.” He twists his torso, slowing only to press me to the headboard, then increases momentum again. My movements are limited, and I’m helpless to his assault.
This sets me off, and I erupt again. He doesn’t stop. One orgasm leads to another, and the weight of my head becomes too much and falls forward.
“Say it again.”
“I love you,” I call out, my voice straining.
His hips slam into me twice more before he roars. I sense every inch of him swelling and pulsing as he pours himself into me. My skin scorches, my spine tingles, and the room spins.
His lips skim the column of my throat, and his teeth graze along the tendons gently. My brain faintly makes out the words as he pledges his love against my flesh.