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“I want to kiss you.”
Licking my lips, I nodded. “Okay.”
He eased his body forward between my open knees, one hand sliding up my skirt. He bit my bottom lip and then slid his tongue along the hurt before he gently swept his mouth over mine. I made a sound of frustration, easing forward.
He smiled against my mouth, his thumb at my panty-line brushing lightly at the border as if seeking entrance.
“Betty,” he rumbled again in that dominant tenor.
“Huh?” I repeated, wishing he’d kiss me properly.
“I want to kiss you—” he grazed the pad of his thumb over my damp panties down the center of my pussy—“right here.”
His eyes were slits of fire as he watched me, waiting for my answer.
Swallowing my moan when he brushed his thumb again, a slow caress, I leaned back against the seat. “Okay.”
A feral look hardened his expression as he pushed the hem of my dress all the way to my hips until he could see my red lace panties.
“Fuck,” he muttered, closing his eyes, nostrils flaring. “Lift your hips up,” he rumbled low, gaze back on mine, intense as he gave me a clear order.
I did, allowing him to shove my dress all the way up around my waist, completely exposing myself to him.
I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or Bennett’s commanding voice, but I was entirely intoxicated by the moment. By the man. Captivated in a trap of sensation.
He coasted his fingers along the line of my panties, up around my thighs, then back down. Nice and slow. Then he pushed my thighs wider, watching me for a reaction. For resistance? He wasn’t going to get any. I was ready for whatever he had planned.
Apparently liking whatever expression he saw on my face, he hooked two fingers on both sides of my panties and pulled them down. It was a slow trek. He was in no hurry, petting me along the way, dragging his fingertips in the wake of the lace.
Once he slid them off and tucked them into his pants pocket, I let my knees fall wide. He chuffed out a grunt that seemed more animalistic, instinctual. Shaking his head, he licked his lips and scooped his hands under my ass to pull me forward.
Then he lifted my legs, his fingers under my knees, and propped them on the armrests of my chair, my body tilted at an angle, fully open to him. My palms were on the seat cushion, my nails digging in, waiting. The perfect angle for one thing.
He levered up on his knees, blocking out the movie screen. Not that I was watching. Then he slid his middle finger, palm facing my pussy, along my slit, finding me already wet and ready for attention.
His smile was nothing but savage, his expression so tight and ravenous I thought I’d combust from the sheer desire radiating off of him. His chest rose and fell more quickly as he watched his finger sliding and stroking.
“Bennett,” I hissed in a whisper.
As if awoken from a trance, his gaze flicked to mine. Pure, fiery lust lit up his features while he continued stroking me. He leaned forward, bracing his other hand on one inner thigh, holding me in place. They were trembling a little.
His thumb swept a soft path over my fleshy inner thigh as he eased closer. “You know what I want?”
Goddamn.His voice was a dark rumble, vibrating in the air.
He stroked a finger along my sex, circling my clit before returning to my entrance. “I want inside this sweet, tight pussy.” He pressed inside me to the first knuckle. A teasing, shallow pump. Not nearly enough. “I want to bury my dick balls-deep inside you, Betty. See how long it takes for you to scream my name. I’m willing to fuck you as hard and as long as it takes.”
Lord help me.Mr. Perfect had a filthy, fucking dirty mouth. My kryptonite.
To everyone else, he was the easy-going charmer. But that predatory, ruthless look skating from my face back down to my pussy was only for me.
Then he buried his head in my lap, and when he sucked my clit in between those pretty lips, I was totally, utterly lost. My head hit the armrest. I bit my bottom lip to keep from making a sound, burying one hand in his hair, fisting his thick locks.
He eased one of my thighs over his shoulder, giving me leverage to rock my hips. Then both his palms scooped under my ass and tilted me up so he could flick that talented tongue while watching me come undone…in a fucking movie theater.
Bennett Broussard was on his knees, palming my ass and licking my pussy like it was a juicy peach pie. And I was in pure heaven.
He fucked me with his tongue, then went back to nibbling and flicking my swollen clit. I bit back the heavy moans trying to crawl up my throat, which came out as stifled whimpers.
