head against my shoulder, and his lips pull into a smile. “I told you I’ve never had anyone else in this bed. Forgive me, but it’s not like I have a nightstand stocked with condoms.”
Oh. Well. That’s both frustrating and very nice to hear. I’m about to say something when all sense leaves me. Bennet makes a skilled little flick of his thumb, and my muscles tighten low in my belly. I’m panting now, and his fingers continue to drive me insane. My muscles tighten around his hand. Something fantastic coils tight inside me.
He makes another low sound. “I can feel you building. You’re squeezing me like a fist.”
My eyes flutter closed as each pulse brings me closer to the precipice. Everything inside me is in chaos. My thoughts are disordered—flashes of images with no real connection. I’m back at the top of the roller coaster and ready to plummet again, and my fingers dig into his shoulders like I’m holding on for dear life.
“Don’t try to control it,” he whispers fervently in my ear. “For once, fuck, for once just let go. Let go for me, D’Arcy.”
It’s the permission no one has ever given me before and something I’ve never allowed myself. With a shout, I explode around him, wave after wave after exquisite wave, soaking those beautiful sheets.
When I wake up hours later, still a virgin but decidedly less innocent, it’s the middle of the night, and I’m alone in Bennet’s bed. The room is dark, except for the light from a small lamp.
I sit up and find him in a chair in the corner of the room. He’s leaning over his notebook at the small round table by the window. His guitar is across his lap, and the lamp casts light and shadow over the chiseled muscles of his chest and shoulders. He’s dressed only in his briefs. An Adonis.
And best of all, he’s mine.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Bennet
“What are you doing?” Katherine asks, her voice husky from sleep and sexy as all hell. It pulls me out of my head and, when I glance over at her in the bed, the sheet slips from her shoulders, exposing her. I expect her to be shy and cover herself, but she doesn’t. Her immediate comfort with me is nearly as enticing as her tight little body.
“Working on a story.”
“I thought you wrote songs,” she says, leaning forward slightly. A lock of dark hair falls over her shoulder and curls around the edge of her breast.
I try to breathe normally and stay unaffected, but the image before me is so enticing. “Yeah.” I swallow. Hard. “But before I write the song, sometimes I start with a story.”
“Let me read it.” She moves toward me, but I sit back quickly in my chair. I don’t want her to see what I’m writing. It’s the one thing that holds me back with my music, the fear of sharing it. The fear of rejection. The muscle memory of self-preservation kicks in, and I cover the page with my hand.
“Will you read it to me, then?” she says, taking the hint and settling back against the pillows.
A small smile pulls at the corners of my mouth, but I shake my head. “I don’t share my works in progress.”
“I’ll be the exception,” she says, like she’s certain of her place in my world.
This should scare the shit out of me. Anyone else and I’d be running for the hills, but she’s right. “There is definitely something exceptional about you, D’Arcy.” But still I hesitate.
Her full lips—still swollen from my kisses—part. “So? Are you going to tell me, or not?”
God, she can be demanding. I like it. “Okay, let me just…” I turn my chair to face her and adjust the lamp. When I do, she smiles, and I am momentarily spellbound. Hair wild, face makeup free and flushed with sleep…she is so beautiful that I lose all inhibition. She deserves to hear what I’ve been working on because it wouldn’t exist without her.
I clear my throat and glance up, taking a calming breath before I begin:
“There once was a man who was in search of something. He didn’t know what it was, only that he didn’t have it, and he’d never seen it before. He’d go out every night and walk the beaches looking for it. Some people thought he was hunting for treasure, and they suggested he go out to sea. Eventually he went because whatever he was looking for wasn’t on the beach.”