Heartthrob (The Bennett Brothers 3)

“I’m not trying to fuck you against the door. I am fucking you against the door. Then we’ll move to the bed where I’ll take my time showing you exactly how much I enjoyed that. And, baby, let me lay it out right now. My brothers got it wrong; they asked their wives to marry them. To me, it’s not a yes or no question.”

Technically, Shaw didn’t ask Bizzy, but I refrain from pointing that out.

His voice is gruff, and his eyes are intent. A thrill shoots through me, everything from my head to my toes tingling. I communicate this by sliding my hands to his neck and bringing his mouth to mine. My tongue traces his lips before slipping inside. All earlier thoughts of my hair and make up fly from my mind, and a deep searing sense of need races through my veins.

He breaks away first, our chests heaving as he hitches me up. “Please tell me you’re ready for me.”

“Always,” I assure him, and he positions himself and slides easily into me.

“Jesus, fuck, you feel good. So tight, so hot.”

I close my eyes and throw my head back, knocking it on the door loudly, and moaning in pleasure. He drives into me, his lips moving along my neck, throat, and shoulder. His teeth sink into the skin below my collarbone, which ignites a sense of urgency, and I press my hips down greedily.

“Yes,” I sigh as his cock hits the perfect spot, sending a shiver up and down my spine.

His hands clutch my ass harder, anchoring me to him. Heat and hunger fill the air around us. His mouth continues to roam, the warmth of his breath growing heavy. I slant my face to the side to kiss him, slowly opening my eyes. A flash of something catches my attention, and I glimpse over his shoulder. Even with the lights on, the image of us reflects off the windows back at me.

His hard, naked form is perfection. My arms around his shoulders, ankles locked tight around his waist. His towel and my robe puddled at our feet. Every one of his muscles defined and rippled as he pounds into me.

Powerful. Strong. Commanding.

My breath hitches at the image, a surge of desire rushes through my blood. As if on instinct, his head lifts to mine, blocking my view. Our eyes lock and he reads my thoughts, glancing over his shoulder and back to me. “Enjoying the show?”

“So fucking hot,” I repeat his words from earlier.

“Voyeuristic.” He withdraws and slams back into me, his mouth going to my ear. “Hold on, baby.”

I barely have time to tighten my limbs when he drives harder, faster, and deeper. The tip of his tongue trails along my earlobe, his soft stubble scraping my jaw. Sparks of need electrify in my system, and my hips heave forward, crashing into his. I’m mesmerized by the wickedly erotic and sensual scene playing out, unable to look away. The rhythm becomes frantic as a wave of ecstasy washes over me so hard I shatter, crying out his name. It’s too much, watching myself fly apart, and my eyes drift closed. The image replays over and over in my mind as the orgasm takes over.

My muscles strain to hold on, but it’s useless, and I go limp, dropping my head to his shoulder. My mind floats in and out of coherency, small tremors zinging through me. His movements slow, and before I can come back to reality, my back hits the soft coolness of the silk bedding. I’m barely lucid when he starts to slide in and out again.

The urgency from earlier is now gone as he moves gently inside. My eyes flutter open, expecting to find his molten blue gazing at me. Instead, he’s staring forward. I arc my head backward and my stomach spasms. The muscular plane of his shoulders, chest, and abdomen are now on display as his body hovers over mine.

“It’s my turn to enjoy the show,” he explains.

“Have at it.” I run my hands up his arms and link them behind his neck, bringing his attention to me. “Maybe this time you can join in the finale.”

His cocky smile sets my insides simmering again, this time slow and low, making its way through my system. He licks his lips, glancing to the window and back to me. “You think you can help me with that?”

“I’m re-energized for round two.” My hips rock, proving my point. “I think you mentioned something about taking your time and showing me…”

Chapter 14

Mathis

Claire’s waiting when I walk through the door. She unfolds off the sofa, comes straight to me, and circles her arms around my waist, cuddling close. No words are said, but undeniable sadness hangs in the air. I was hoping she was asleep, and I could break the news gently, but someone got to her first.

She slants her face upward, and my heart aches. Her blue eyes are rimmed red. Her face is splotchy and her lips trembling.

“Who called?” My question comes off rough, irritation clawing in my gut. I didn’t want her alone when she found out.

“Evie told me.”

“She should have let me do it.”

A sob gurgles in her throat, and she head-plants into my chest, her body quaking. “I feel helpless. I should have been there.” She cries quietly.

“Baby, there was nothing you could do. It was time to let her go.” I thread my fingers in her hair, massaging her scalp soothingly.