Page 99 of The Casanova Complex

I’ve always thought that term was stupid, eyes “darkening” when I read the phrase while devouring fanfiction on AO3. I remember thinking to myself, what even is that? How do eyes darken?

Until now. Until I just watched in real time Bennett’s eyes darkening as he kneels behind me and stares at my pussy like he’s going to worship at an altar.

Reaching forward, he slowly palms the globes of my ass, squeezing and kneading, and I can’t help but sink back into his touch. Every nerve ending in my body has come alive.

“This ass. Jesus fuck… I can’t stop thinking about it.” His heady, desire-filled words wrap around me as I watch him staring at me with hunger flaring. “You’ve possessed me, Merritt. All I can fucking think about is you.”

Warmth blooms inside me, pooling in my core.

He lifts his hand and brings it down on my ass in a sharp, quick slap that has heat rushing to the surface and a surprised cry tumbling out of my mouth. Not in pain but in delicious pleasure that I was not at all anticipating.

Oh my God… He just fucking spanked me.

Bennett Legros just spanked me.

The last thing I expected from the golden retriever goalie, and holy shit, I need… more.

Is this why people fall in love during sex? Because I can totally see it.

His head dips, and I feel his tongue tracing the spot that he just warmed with his palm, laving the sting away with each swipe until I’m pressing back against his mouth, squirming.

A low chuckle vibrates against my skin, and he straightens to full height, slapping the other cheek. Once, twice, a third time.

Then he licks the spot that he spanked again, dragging his tongue along the reddening skin. I’m going out of my mind, my fingers tangling into sheets, gripping tightly to remain upright.

I can feel every throb in my clit, and it’s dizzying.

“Bennett…” I whine when his fingers brush along the front of my panties. A tease and nothing more.

I want, no, I need him to touch me, or I might actually go insane.

“Please.”

“Please what, baby?”

I peel my eyes open and turn to look back at him, a playful tilt on his lips that makes me want to throttle him and kiss him both at once. “Stop teasing me and touch me.”

His blond brow arches, and he rubs the sensitive skin on my ass soothingly. “Here?”

My gaze narrows. “No.”

Immediately, he halts, and I want to scream.

But then he sweeps his fingers along the insides of my thighs, almost to the spot where I’m desperate for him to touch, but not quite. “Here?”

“Bennett,” I groan. “Please.”

“Please. What. Merritt.” The low, rough tone of his words makes a shiver race down my spine, and I tighten my grip in the sheets.

“Are you edging me on purpose?”

He chuckles. “No, baby, but I want to hear you ask for what you want.”

An exasperated sigh bubbles out of me. I want to argue, mostly because it’s in my nature to, but I don’t. I hold his gaze. “I want you to touch my pussy. I want you to make me come before I lose my damn mind.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs, pressing his fingers on my pussy over my panties, which are slick with my arousal. “Was that so hard? Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you telling me what to do to you? Ordering me around with that sharp little tongue and sassy attitude that makes my cock fucking ache?”

Oh God.