Page 47 of Bene

“No, we’re far more.”

And that was all he would say about it.

She didn’t seem to mind.

“So,” Vanna said, spinning on her heel and heading down the hallway with Bene following after her, “the bedroom at the end, then?”

“If that’s the one you want to use.”

She grinned over her shoulder, as if their previous conversation hadn’t happened at all, and she moved onto something else entirely. “I noticed speakers everywhere—can you turn music on, or connect the system to my phone?”

He arched a brow. “I can. Why?”

“I want to dance.”

Bene groaned.

Fuck, yes.

“I would love to see you do that.”

“You know, I do have to feed you.”

Vanna, wearing nothing but his shirt from the day before, peeked over her shoulder at him as she raised up on her tiptoes to reach for a book on a higher shelf. She looked like absolute sex and sin standing there in the library, hair still mussed from the way she’d let it dry naturally after jumping into the shower with him that morning.

Instead of heading to the kitchen with him, she asked if she could explore. He didn’t see the issue, simply said to stay out of the rooms that were closed, like his parents’, or his brothers’ old rooms. She didn’t mind agreeing.

“Do you cook?”

Bene chuckled. “Well, I can try.”

“You said feed me. Not make me cook for you, Bene.”

“I can make a mean bacon and eggs.”

She grinned. “Is that all?”

He was a little distracted by the way his shirt rode up over her bare ass, and how he could see just a sliver of flesh between her thighs when she leaned forward a bit. Teasing and tantalizing him like nothing else ever had.

“Pardon?” he said, meeting her gaze.

Vanna’s smile deepened. “Am I really that good to look at?”

Didn’t she know?

“Donna, you drive me crazy. Yes, you are that good to look at.”

A sweet pink tinted her cheeks, and even with the shyness she dared to show, a heat still lingered in her stare. He’d bitten her plump lips a sexy red that morning when he woke her up already hard between her thighs, and ready to go.

The shower was round two.

He was looking for round three any fucking time.

Let’s go.

Vanna looked ready for it, too.

She finally found the book she wanted on the higher shelf, and pulled it down to flip it over as she turned around to face him. Leaning against the bookshelves in his mother’s large library, she turned pages, and while he couldn’t see what book it was from his position in the doorway, that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the sight of her smiling over whatever she was reading on the pages. One could always tell a bookworm simply by the way they stared at an opened book in their hands. Pure joy.