Chapter 15

Tori

"Leave the city?" I repeated, staring up into Bennett's eyes. He was so sure and confident. But that couldn't be the only solution. There had to be another way. I'd worked too damn hard to rebuild myself—my life. I wasn't ready to give it all up without a fight.

Bennett nodded slowly, sealing my fate. "I'm sorry, baby. It's the only way to keep you safe. For good."

"Aren't you here to take the Sanderson family out? If you do that, then I won't have to leave."

A small smile tugged at his lips. "While I appreciate the vote of confidence, I still don't think it's a good idea for you to stay here. Listen, I know this is all happening really fast, but you have to trust me. We may have spent a year apart, but think back, remember who I once was to you. Again, you have to trust me."

His eyes swept back and forth, searching mine. My heart clenched at the serious look in his eyes, and I found myself nodding before fully processing what his words would actually mean.

"Can you do that?" he asked.

"I trust you, Bennett," I replied, my voice a faint whisper.

He smiled. "Good."

His eyes met mine, and he tipped my chin back to kiss me. All other thoughts and worries fled my mind as Bennett and I melted into each other's arms. His kiss held some kind of power over me. It was impossible to ignore.

I couldn't think about anything else when we were together. Even though we'd been together less than a few hours before, my body was already aching for his touch.

Bennett obviously felt the same way. His hands explored my body with renewed fervor as though it had been forever since the last time he'd held me, instead of mere hours.

"I'm going to keep you safe, baby girl," he whispered into my ear. "I'm not going to let anyone get to you."

His words unlocked a hidden place in my heart, and a surge of emotion flooded out, choking me up even in the middle of the rush of heat and desire. I nodded against his chest and then brought my lips back up to his. He kissed me so fiercely that I lost myself inside of his kiss.

Bennett kept one hand tangled in my hair, cradling the back of my head, while his free hand skimmed down my ribs and waist. He found the edge of my silky blouse, and his warm fingers slipped underneath to brush over my skin. I shuddered when he palmed my breast through the sheer fabric of my bra. My nipples hardened against his hand, and he teased them with his thumb.

"Bennett—" I gasped, shivering at the sensations washing over me.

He groaned. "God, I want to taste you again, baby. I can't get enough of you."

My thighs parted at the suggestion in his words. I could already feel my panties getting soaked at the idea of his face buried between my legs, running that wicked tongue over my pussy.

He noticed my enthusiastic reaction and smiled at me, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Apparently, the feeling is mutual."

"Just shut up and kiss me," I replied, laughing softly.

Bennett's mouth crashed back to mine, swallowing up the giggle and turning it into a deep moan of pleasure. His hand moved under my skirt and slid up the hot skin, grazing the insides of my thighs. I gasped when he stroked a finger over my wet panties. "Damn, baby. You're so wet for me."

I nodded, my eyes half-lidded as I looked up at him. "That's because I want you. I want you to fuck me. Deep. Hard. Like you did before."

"Here?"

I nodded. "Please."

He grinned. "You are one sexy ass woman."

"And you are one sexy ass man. Now, fuck me."

"We're gonna have to get you out of this skirt. Damn thing's too tight. Which, don't get me wrong—I can appreciate your ass in a tight skirt every day—just not now."

I laughed and twisted in my seat to reveal the thin zipper on the side. With expert precision, Bennett flicked open the clasp at the top, lowered it, and I shimmied out of it. Once he stripped it away, Bennett slipped his fingers beneath the wet panties and stroked my pussy.

"Fuck!" I gasped and dropped my head back against the seat. Bennett's fingers were like magic, working my clit as though he could read my mind—or my body. He knew me well.

Stars burst behind my eyes as he slipped a finger deep inside of me. I bucked my hips wildly, aching for more. Just a little bit more. I bit my lip, trying to suppress my moans.

"Baby, open your eyes, let me see you," Bennett said, his voice thick and husky.

My eyes fluttered open and locked on his. My own lust-drunk look reflected back at me. "I'm so—so—close. Baby, I'm gonna?—"

Bennett grinned and caressed my G-spot with quick flutters. "I know, baby. I know what you like." His thumb moved over my clit, and my whispered pleas turned to a moan as his fingers fucked me—hard and desperate.

I collapsed on the seat, my breath coming in quick heaves as I recovered from the sheer intensity of the orgasm. My eyes rolled open again, and I smiled to find Bennett watching me intently. Once he had my attention, he raised his fingers up to his mouth and sucked them clean. He closed his eyes. "Damn, baby. So sweet."

My cheeks went hot.

"This is a nice view," he said, dragging his eyes down my half-exposed body and then out to the gazillion light below. "But I think we need a little more space for what I have in mind next."

A shudder of anticipation rolled over my warm skin. "Oh yeah?"

He laughed. "Uh-huh. So why don't you buckle that sweet little ass into your seat, and we'll go back to my place."

We crashedthrough the door to Bennett's hotel room, and I barely had a chance to look around before he was back on me, his lips against mine, his tongue invading my mouth, and his strong arms locked around me. He was making one thing clear—I was his for the night.

Maybe longer—hopefully, forever.

I hated the idea of leaving the city, but it would be worth it if it meant being with Bennett again.

His lips moved to the side of my neck, and a moan escaped me as he hit my sweet spot, sending tingles radiating down my body. He loosened my hair and wove a hand through it, tugging my head back slightly to allow him better access to my neck, collarbone, and cleavage. My nails dug into his shoulder when his tongue flicked over the sensitive place between my breasts. My nipples were hard, straining to be freed, to be against Bennett's hot skin.

I didn't have to wait long; we were obviously on the same page. He stripped my shirt from me and threw it to the floor. His hands were all over me. My bra was gone in an instant, and then he worked on the zipper of my skirt as his lips devoured my tits.

"I'm so wet," I panted, clinging to him for dear life.

"I'm counting on it, babe."

I smirked as my skirt hit the floor. Bennett's hand moved under the elastic waist of my panties. "Oh, shit!"

"Mmm, baby, you feel so fucking good."

He scooped me up, and my legs wrapped around his lean waist as he carried me to the bed. He tossed me on the edge, and I arched back as his face went between my breasts. He licked each nipple, sucking and nibbling until I was squirming.

"Bennett, please!" I pushed his shoulders, trying to get his face down my body.

"Lick it, baby. I want you to taste me."

He smiled at me, ready to go down, but I changed my mind and started tugging on his shirt. He stripped and moved over me. My thighs clenched his hip, the rough feel of his jeans scratching me. His bulging hard-on was pressed against me, and I was burning with heat all over again. My fingers were clumsy and awkward as I tugged at the fly on his jeans.

"Hey, let me get that."

Bennett left me long enough to finish stripping down, and I watched him with wide, hungry eyes as he removed his jeans and stepped out of his black boxer briefs.

"Damn, you're so fucking hot!" I groaned. "Come fuck me."

He came back to the bed but laid on his back instead. He dragged me up to him, and I straddled his hips, feeling the velvety smooth tip of his perfect cock against the opening of my pussy.

"Damn, baby. You're so wet and ready. Like a faucet. Mmmm…wet."

I moaned and nodded frantically. "Please, baby, don't make me wait. I want you inside of me."

"I still want that taste." He grabbed my hips. "Come up here. Sit on my face."

I bit my lip, hesitating, but Bennett shifted his body down the bed, not waiting one second for me. He moved beneath me, and his tongue went between my swollen lips, licking up all the wetness there. He groaned, and the vibrations made me gasp and reach for the headboard.

My hips moved on their own, grinding against his face as he sucked and teased my clit. I arched back, and he slipped his tongue inside of me. He tongue-fucked me until I was all but screaming his name. When I came, my slick juices went all over his face, and I shuddered against the headboard, waiting for the spots behind my eyes to clear.

Bennett rolled me off of his face and grinned down at me as he positioned his large cock so that it teased my slit with feather-light touches that vibrated waves of pleasure through my whole body.

"Damn, Bennett," I panted.

He dropped his mouth to my ear. "I get so carried away with you, sweetheart. You're so sweet. It's like licking a piece of Christmas candy."

I shivered at his hot breath against my skin. "I'll let you get carried away anytime you want."

He rocked into me, apparently needing no other assurance, and my body lit on fire all over again. His silky soft skin moved inside of me, and my walls gripped him, needing every inch.

It was breathless and intense, and when Bennett came inside of me, our eyes locked and watched as we each crashed over the waves of pleasure and shuddered back down to earth.

Hours later,we lay together in his bed in the dark. Bennett kept me wrapped in his arms, and I could tell from how he breathed that he hadn't yet fallen asleep despite the exhaustion he must be feeling from the long day and the hot night.

"Bennett?" I whispered.

"Hmm?"

"You awake?"

"Yep," he replied, the smile audible in his sleepy voice.

I wiggled and rolled over to face him, though I couldn't make out his face in the dark hotel room. The blackout curtains were pulled. I traced a finger over his face like a blind woman who could see him by touch.

"You make me feel safe."

He kissed my fingertips, slow and soft.

"I'll always protect you, Tori. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I never got over you after I left Vegas. I went back to look for you, but you were already gone. I figured you'd always be this ghost, haunting me. The one that got away."

"You looked for me?" A warm rush of emotion filled my heart.

"I did. Seeing you at Parkston's was an answered prayer."

"You really prayed?"

"I did, every day." He kissed me softly, and his cock went hard against my thigh. I smiled into the kiss, and Bennett rolled over on top of me. He enveloped me in his arms, a silent promise that he would never let me go. When he entered me, it was gentle and slow, and we moved together as one.

And this time, it wasn't fucking.

It was making love.

Slow, sweet, intense love.