to run dangerously low.
When Dakota had to have a frozen waffle topped off with cherry sauce for breakfast instead of syrup, she slammed her utensils down onto the table. She needed more food, and it needed to actually taste good, or she wouldn’t be responsible for her actions.
“I am going to the market. This tastes like ass.” She turned in her seat and caught Bennett’s eyes. “You’re coming with me. We’re going to hit the farmer’s market. It’s about five minutes from here. That way, we don’t have to go all the way into town to get some food to feed you savages.”
“I take offense to that,” Stuart said as he bit into the last waffle. He had been the one who had emptied the syrup jar, and Dakota still hadn’t forgiven him for that. If she ever would.
“Grab your coat and your wallet, Ben.” She kissed the top of his head and went to their bedroom, where she changed into her lucky jeans and a cute pink top that was cut low enough to make sure Bennett’s eyes never strayed.
Not that she thought he was the straying-eye type of guy. But the man had a thing for her tits, and she thoroughly enjoyed the attention he gave those particular parts of her body. Who was she to deny him a good show?
There was also the added benefit of making sure Bennett would want to rush back to the house and strip her bare again.
Dakota had good sex. Somewhat often, too. She wasn’t some prissy little woman who was scared to slide into a man’s DMs. She got hers. But that wasn’t the way it was with Bennett.
The man knew what he was doing.
She was convinced that it was way more than the mate connection they shared. Yup, that must help. A lot. But Bennett always knew where to touch her. He seemed to know before she did just the right amount of pressure to use on her clit. Just how hard to squeeze her nipples. Just where to kiss her. He had been made to love her, and she was going to get the good loving as often as she could.
“I can smell your desire from all the way over here,” Bennett said from the door frame. He was leaning there, watching her apply some mascara to her long lashes.
“We don’t have time,” she pouted despite herself. “We really need to get food before I murder one of your friends for leaving me with the grossest breakfast I have ever had. If we’re fast enough, we can do our shopping and be back for a quickie before lunch.” Dakota winked at him even as Bennett stalked toward her.
“There will never be a quickie between us, love.” His words sounded like a vow, but she didn’t mind.
She gave him a big, bright smile. “If I wasn’t so hungry, you would have been proved wrong just now. That sounded like a dare. One I will gladly beat just as soon as I have eaten proper food.”
He backed her up against the wall and framed her into his arms. Dakota held her breath because she didn’t know what he intended to do, but she knew it would be good.
With painstaking slowness, Bennett leaned down and kissed her cheek, along her jaw, down her neck. He closed his mouth over her breast, perfectly estimating where her nipples were hard peaks, reaching out for him. He bit down hard, the sting of it tempered by her shirt and bra. She cursed the garments for their existence. Her pussy clenched and she almost untied her own pants. Instead, she cupped his erection, squeezing hard.
Bennett let out a hissed breath, his jaw clenched down. “I want you so much right now,” he admitted. “Why do I always want you? When I’m not inside you, all of my body, all of my soul clamors for us to be joined.”
She smiled up at him and batted her eyelashes. “That’s because we’re mates. It’s so good between us, Ben.”
“The second we get back here, I want you naked on that bed.” He nipped her lip as he kissed her.
They got to the market uneventfully and were soon walking through stands of fresh fruit and vegetables. Bennett pulled her into his arms, caging her with a stand of spices at her back.
“What are you doing?” She asked.
He grinned and his eyes flashed gold. Then he kissed her and she lost herself for a moment. The sound a clearing throat made