are you?” She wondered if she could manage to get such a large man over to the limo by herself.
He shook his head and then snapped his eyes open. “I’m fine,” he growled. “But now I’ve missed my flight window. And my very important meeting.”
“Bennett,” she said, with an artificial calm, “why would you do that?” His behavior was completely irrational.
She still had hold of his arm—I can’t seem to let go—so when he looked down at her, their faces were separated only by his height. Deep, hard emotion flickered in his lovely eyes. “I thought—I thought…” He rubbed his face. “Your signal went dead, and you weren’t answering your personal cell, and then the tracker on your other phone kept blinking. I thought the worst.”
All right. Bennett’s fixation had crossed the line from a little eccentric and kinky to very, very stalker-like—and not at all in a fun way. “But why are you even following the signal in the first place?”
“I have a…thing,” he mumbled, running his hand over his messy dark hair.
Damn. The man just had to look hot no matter what he did. Even now—pissed off, one black eye, a small bandage behind his ear—he still looked like he’d just wandered out of a photo shoot for sexy, reckless billionaires with an addiction to fake fugu.
She shook it off and lifted one brow. “A…thing?”
“Yes, for fuck sake. A thing. I don’t wish to discuss it,” he added, “but I warned you to never turn it off.”
“I don’t know what’s gotten into you or what your ‘thing’ is, but your need to control me or have twenty-four-seven access to me or whatever—it’s over. We are no longer working together. You fucked me, Bennett. You fucked me hard!”
He blinked, and she gasped, realizing what she said. “Ohgod. I-I…” Of course, she’d meant that figuratively, as in “fucked over,” but her f-bomb elicited a startling reaction.
Bennett’s eyes slowly moved to her lips and down her body, and she imagined what it would feel like if his mouth and hands made the same journey.
Her chest tightened. Her core tightened. The way he looked at her was harshly sexual, and she goddamned liked it.
She cleared her throat. “I—I meant screwed—No. I meant—”
He snapped out of whatever dirty place he’d mentally ventured to. “I know what you meant. Are you getting in the limo or not?”
Who does he think he is, all bossy and demanding? It so made her want to go with him. “I told you we’re done.” A wicked something gleamed in his beautiful eyes before they moved to her lips again. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into him, his full lips crashing against her very shocked mouth. A moment passed as her mind caught up with her body. Nope. No conflict there. Both were doing a little cancan, kicking in time with wild enthusiasm.
His soft lips were warm and sensually firm. His rough stubble scraped deliciously against her delicate skin. His scent was everything intoxicating—a spicy, hedonistic mixture of premium cologne and a hint of fresh sweat from the running around he’d just been doing.
He leaned her back, bowing over her body and supporting her effortlessly with his strong arm while his wicked tongue glided between her teeth. He felt so hot and sinful and nectarous inside her body. Her mind went wild imagining the many methods of penetration she wanted to experience with Bennett’s other body parts.
Her hands slid up and over the sleeves of his blazer, feeling his firm, thick arms flexing and stretching the fabric. He felt just as delish as she’d imagined. Not that she had. Okay, she might’ve. Yes, yes. Many sad little times, with many more to follow especially considering last night he’d had his hand shoved down her panties, stroking her throbbing little jellybean of pleasure.
No. This is crazy. You need to stop. You need to go home and end this. She was at serious risk of wanting this man for more than just his lean hard frame and gorgeous face.
But his kiss is so…raw and sexy and hot. Like he was making love to her with his mouth.
Okay, we’ll have some innocent mouth sex. Just good old-fashioned, wholesome mouth sex. And that’s it.
Taylor allowed herself to melt into his kiss, but held back from giving more—no subtle pressing of her breasts into his chiseled chest to satisfy her aching nipples’ need to be touched, no pushing her throbbing c-spot a few centimeters toward his pelvis to relieve