Page 110 of Beni

She did.

Or she was pretty damn sure.

“Because it’s yours,” she said when she turned the lock, and the doorknob at the same time.

“Exactly that.”

His hand found hers on the knob, flexing to twist it as she did, but with just a little more force. The two of them slipped into the apartment without a look back, the door slamming shut although she wasn’t sure if it was by his hand, hers, or both.

Her bag hit the floor when her back met the wall. That cable-knit sweater of his went first, exposing hard muscles and the sleek lines of his torso and chest to her palms. He had that lean tone of a runner, with just enough bulk of a boxer, and she fucking loved it.

Once his sweater was gone, though, he didn’t let her admire for long before he went to work on shedding August of her clothes one piece at a time. In between each came a kiss from him that burned her from the inside out, promising bliss and wickedness all rolled into one.

As he reached for his back pocket in search of the condom she knew he kept on hand just in case, she pulled open his jeans, fingers dipping below his boxer-briefs while her other shoved the pants down around his hips. He let her roll the condom down after he’d opened the packet, his groan at the way her fingers flex down his length to cover him enough to make her thighs clench.

Anticipation, again.

He didn’t let her tease him for very long, though. Once he got his hand between her thighs, his deft fingers sweeping across her slit and straight up to her clit, he leaned in for another kiss. The pads of two of his fingers roved circles over her clit while his tongue warred with hers. And then he was crowding her against the wall, hard lines pressing against her soft curves.

His hand left her pussy to find her right thigh as his other found her left. In a fluid motion, he had her up against the wall, letting her grab the base of his cock to slide against her slit as he raised her a little higher.

Fuck.

And then he was filling her.

Stretching her.

The moan that fell from August’s lips felt raw. She hadn’t realized until that moment just how much she missed this man, and the way he fucked her. A lot like the way he touched her, kissed her, and more. All of it, really.

His hold kept her steady against the wall while she pulled him in for another kiss. The taste of his mouth—tinged with the mint gum he’d been chewing earlier—saturated her senses as each flex of his hips had his body slamming into hers.

Again and again and again.

The beat was steady.

Sure.

So fucking deep, too, because he pulled her into every thrust, his teeth pulling at her bottom lip to draw out her whines, and pleas. Every push of his body to hers rubbed against her clit, making her desire skyrocket fast enough to make her see stars.

“I’m going to come,” she breathed.

“You better.”

It was curling in her belly.

Teasing her mind.

His hands squeezed hard to her ass as she finally reached orgasm, and though she felt the lead up … it still felt like a surprise. As though she hadn’t been at all ready for it when it crashed through her senses. He fucked her through the orgasm, too, each thrust sending shockwaves of shudders running through her body.

“Oh, my God.”

Beni’s approval came out in a low groan that vibrated against her mouth. “Fuck, yeah.”

“Let me make you come. Let me.”

He said nothing, simply lowered to the floor, and she went with him. Like that, she could control the speed, slow at first, until his teeth were clenching, and his breaths came out a little heavier. She sped up, his hands driving up her spine, and then down to grab her ass, too. Gazes locked, she enjoyed the sight of him losing control under her until his head fell back to the wall.

“Fuck, gonna—”