Tailored for Trouble (Happy Pants #1) - Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Page 0,94

neck and those little sinful flutters in her belly. He may not have been awake before, but he was going hard now.

“You feel so damned good, Taylor. I can’t imagine ever needing to be inside a woman like I need to be inside you.”

He withdrew and pushed the corner of her hip, forcing her to her stomach. His knees worked their way between her legs, and he pushed them widely apart, before blanketing his body over her.

He positioned his cock at her wet entrance and thrust again. Only a man with his size equipment could make this position, lying on her stomach, feel so, so good that she couldn’t speak when she wanted to say so many things, like…

Her thoughts drifted away with each sensual thrust of his hard flesh. Again and again she felt the coarse hair around his shaft tickle her ass as his cock pushed and slid and massaged her until she wanted to scream.

“I love being inside you, Taylor,” he whispered. Slowly he withdrew, and she felt the entire force of his body hitting her, harder and faster, desperately chasing the moment of release.

He reached one hand between her hip and the bed, searching lower and lower, until he found the spot. With three strokes of his finger and cock, she was screaming into her orgasm, pushing back into him to increase the pain and pressure and pleasure.

He planted his arms on either side of her body and worked himself in and out with a few more powerful strokes before he collapsed, giving in to a shuddering climax as his hot cum jetted deep inside her.

After a few minutes of lying there, he rolled to his side, pulling her body with him, staying inside her, still hard as a rock.

She closed her eyes, savoring the heat of him deep inside, the wetness of his release at her entrance…

“Dammit,” Bennett swore, pulling out of her. “I can’t believe this. It broke again.”

Taylor didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Wherever these Balinese condoms came from, they had not been constructed with Bennett Wade’s cock in mind.

He grabbed some tissue from a box on the nightstand, stripped off whatever remained of the latex, and threw it into the trash. She stared at his back for several moments as he sat there panting.

Shit. This was scary. But what could they do now? What could she say? The river was in charge? She’d just sound corny and then have to explain.

“Come back. I’m getting cold.” She wasn’t feeling close to chilled, but that was the only thing that came to mind.

He nodded and lay back down at her side. He then pulled her close, twisting her body to spoon her.

“I can’t imagine anything better in this world than sleeping with you, Taylor. Even your snoring is sexy.”

She laughed and then snuggled her body tightly against him, enjoying the intimate sensation of him falling asleep. For a man with intimacy issues, he was one hell of a snuggler.

“Nite, Benny.” She smiled.

—

When Taylor woke the next morning, it was to the sound of rain pattering just outside the open window. She stretched her body, immediately feeling a little sad to see the empty spot next to her, the indentation in Bennett’s pillow right next to the indentation in her own, a reminder of how closely they’d slept together last night.

Then she remembered the condom fails. She was on week three of her cycle, she knew that much. Don’t worry until you have something to worry about, Tay. Besides, she didn’t want it to ruin the memory of how hot he’d been in bed.

She sat up and smelled something coffee-licious wafting in the air. She scooted from the bed and slipped on the little flowy dress she’d worn last night, then made her way to the living room. The patio doors were open to the empty beach and the rolling ocean. Rain drizzled from gray clouds, casting a somber shadow over the waves. It’s gloomy, but beautiful.

A gentle breeze floated into the room, pushing the scent of fresh coffee and food her way. A tray had been set out on the counter with a beautiful red trumpet-shaped flower. Next to it there was a note:

Driver will pick you up at ten. Wear something that you don’t mind getting wet. –BW

Wet, huh? What kind of wet? She smiled devilishly. He’d gone ahead without her, and she couldn’t help but wonder where and why. On the other hand, he’d said that today he’d show her