Unstoppable (A Country Roads Novel)
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Chapter Eleven
Fall Into Me
Bennett moved so fast that Mel didn’t even see it coming. She was pinned up against the wall and his mouth covered hers. His hands worked up under her tank top and he touched her through her bikini top. She was still cold and his warm hands felt incredible on her breasts.
He bent down and grabbed her thighs, pulling her legs up around his waist, their mouths never separating. He turned around and set her on the counter.
His hands went down to the hem of her shirt and he pulled it up over her head. He was untying the straps at her neck and back before her shirt even hit the floor. He pulled the material away, and when she was completely bared to him he took a deep breath and just looked at her.
He reached up and cupped her naked breasts in both of his hands, now touching her with no barriers. He ran his thumbs across her nipples. Back and forth. Back and forth.
She leaned her head back against the mirror and moaned.
“Got to love that sound,” he said right before his mouth descended and he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth.
She brought her hands up to the back of his head and arched up, pushing herself further into his mouth. He switched sides a minute later, providing her other breast with the same delicious torture.
And then he was working his way back up, kissing the space between her breasts and nibbling a path up to her neck. But before he got to her mouth he pulled back from her and reached to the side.
He opened the second drawer and pulled out a box of condoms. He opened the box, pulled out a string of them, and ripped one off before he leaned to the side to set it on the ledge of the shower.
Mel reached down and grabbed the hem of his shirt. She pulled it up and off, and threw it to the ground. She ran her hands down his chest, tracing his muscles with her fingertips.
Bennett closed his eyes and tilted his head back, breathing deeply. She continued her southward journey, and when she got to the top of his shorts his head snapped up and he stilled her hands. “Wait a second. You first.”
He pulled her off the counter and into his arms. Her naked chest was pressed up against his, and she didn’t think she’d ever felt anything so perfect before. His chest hair tickled her nipples, turning her on even more.
His hands moved down her back slowly, and when he got to her shorts he pushed them down her hips, dragging her bikini bottoms off with them. Her clothes fell around her feet and he helped her step out of them, taking a long look at her naked body.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
“Fucking being the appropriate word,” she said. Her hands went to the tie on his shorts, and she pulled at the knot.
Bennett grinned as she pushed his shorts down his hips. “Why, Melanie O’Bryan, look at the mouth on you.”
“Is that all you want to do with it? Just look?” she asked as she reached down and took him in her hand. She also took the opportunity to look at him in all of his naked glory.
Damn he was beautiful, too. Every single, defined inch of him.
“No,” he groaned from deep in his chest, as she began to stroke him. He grabbed her face and pulled her mouth to his, and his tongue worked her mouth in much the same rhythm in which her hand was working him.
After a minute, he stilled her hand and pulled it away. Then he grabbed her hips and walked her backward toward the shower. He helped her up, and the second they were both inside he had her pressed against the wall. The water rained down around them, making everything hot and slippery.
There wasn’t a single inch of Mel’s body that was cold anymore.
Bennett reached down to the apex of her thighs. He slid a finger inside of her and then two. He stroked her for a minute before he dropped to his knees.
“Bennett?” Mel said his name with more than a little bit of uncertainty. She had a feeling about what he was going to do, and she wasn’t all that sure she was ready for it.
“Shhh.” He bent his head down as he parted her with his fingers.
Mel gasped when his mouth came down on her and she forgot how to talk when he added his tongue into the mix. No man had ever put his mouth on her like this before, and holy shit she’d never known what she was missing. This was perfection. She was going to go off just like this, with his fingers and mouth working her like magic. But that wasn’t really how she wanted it to go, at least not this time around.
“Stop,” she said gently pushing him away.
“What’s wrong,” he asked looking up at her, water dripping down his nose.
“Nothing, I just, I want you inside me.”
He didn’t say anything, just stood up and reached behind him to grab the condom. He opened it and rolled it on and then he was pulling her legs up and around his waist and sinking into her. Mel couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure that escaped her lips. And neither could Bennett apparently, because one rumbled through his chest. He felt so incredible inside of her.
He stilled, waiting for her to adjust around him. She nodded and he started to move. In and out. In and out.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and he took his time doing it. She felt like a freaking live wire, and she was going to go off any minute. Everything felt so good. He felt so good. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted to feel him moving inside of her for just a little bit longer.
She tried so hard to hold off, but her climax was inevitable.
“Bennett,” Mel gasped his name as she pulled her mouth from his. She looked into his eyes as she came around him, saying his name over, and over, and over again.
He followed a second later, her name on his lips.
* * *
Bennett was slumped against the shower wall. His face pressed into Mel’s neck as he held her up, her body still pulsing around his.
There weren’t words for what had just happened.
He’d never had sex like that before, so all consuming and flat-out amazing. And he’d sure as hell never come harder in his life. He was surprised he was still standing.
He was still standing, right?
He’d told her that her legs would be the ones shaking, but damn if she hadn’t done it to him. He pulled back and looked into her face. Her expression mixed shock and satisfaction, which mirrored what he felt.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Am I okay?” She laughed. “I’m so far past okay. That was…” She shook her head, at a loss for words. “Incredible doesn’t seem adequate.”
“I know what you mean,” he grinned and he brushed his mouth over hers.
He slowly let her legs drop, and when she was able to stand he took a step back from her, pulling out of her. He took the condom off, stuck his hand out of the shower, and threw it into the trash can. And then he came back to her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her body flush against his.
They took their time in the shower. Bennett grabbed the soap and lathered it up, then ran it across every inch of her body. He loved touching her. Loved how she responded to everything. Loved how she responded to him.
He washed her hair, his fingers massaging her scalp. The second he was done rinsing the soap away she had her hands on him.
“My turn,” she said, giving him a wicked grin as she grabbed the bar of soap.
Yeah, by the time she was done with him he was ready to have her again, but he didn’t want it to be in the shower. He turned the water off and grabbed the towel on the rack next to the shower. He wrapped it around his waist and stepped out.
“Give me a second,” he said, quickly leaving the bathroom and stepping out to the linen closet.
He grabbed two clean towels and came back to her. She was still standing in the bathtub, dripping wet, and so sexy he couldn’t handle it. He was going to need all night to learn every facet of her body.
Bennett couldn’t fucking wait.
He dropped the towels on the counter and helped her step out of the bathtub. He grabbed a towel, unfolded it, and held it out for her. She turned
and he wrapped it around her. He lifted her wet hair from her shoulders and gently ran the towel through it. When it wasn’t sopping wet anymore, he grabbed the other towel and moved in front of her.
“Come here,” he said, taking a step back and bringing her with him.
He unfolded the towel as he sat down on the edge of the tub. He dried her breasts first, then her belly. He moved the towel behind her and dried her bottom, then moved down to her thighs.
When her legs were dry, he grabbed her waist and pulled her between his thighs. He kissed her breasts, running his tongue underneath them.
“I thought you were supposed to be drying me off,” she said, rubbing her hands across the top of his head.
“Am I not?” he asked, looking up at her.
“No, quite the opposite, in fact.”
“Really. Well, this involves some further investigation.” He moved his hand between her legs.
“Ahh, Bennett,” she moaned, as he slid two fingers inside her.
Yup, she was wet all right.
He moved quickly, getting to his feet and picking her up in one swift movement.
“Oh,” she gasped, startled.
Her towel fell from her shoulders, and Bennett’s fell from his waist. It wasn’t like they were going to need those, anyway. He adjusted her in his arms so he could grab the condoms from the counter, and then carried her to his bedroom. He set her down on her feet so he could pull the covers back. Then he kissed her as he laid her back onto the bed.
He really wanted to take his time exploring her body. He wanted to put his mouth all over her. But she wanted to put her hands all over him, and there was only so much he could take before he had to be inside her. He reached out to the nightstand and tore off another condom.
Mel decided she was going to help him put it on, though all she really did was drive him crazy. They were both breathing heavy and shaking when it was finally on. Their need for each other was so strong, it was like they hadn’t even done anything in the shower.
Bennett had wanted to go a little slower this time, but that plan was shot to hell the second he was inside her again.
She was so damn ready for him.
She bent her legs, planting her feet at his hips and changing the angle of their bodies, making him go deeper. She apparently didn’t want slow, either, because she was arching up into him and matching his movements.
Her head fell back onto the pillow, her eyes closed in what looked like pure ecstasy. Bennett buried his face in her neck. He couldn’t help himself; it was at the perfect angle, begging for his mouth, and tongue, and teeth. He nipped at her skin and then soothed it with his tongue. Mel’s hands were at his back, her fingernails digging into his skin, urging him on harder and faster.
And then she was crying out as she came around him. Bennett’s control snapped and he let go, letting everything overtake him.
He didn’t want to collapse onto her, so he rolled and brought her with him. She was sprawled across his chest, her hand on his pec and her fingers playing with his chest hair. He rubbed one of his hands lazily up and down her back. His other hand cupped her bottom holding her against him.
They lay there slowly catching their breath, and after a minute he looked down at her. She smiled at him, and damn if it didn’t knock the breath out of him all over again. He pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her gently.
She hummed and drew back to look at him. “Well, I can cross number six off the list,” she said, looking quite satisfied.
Bennett knew he’d never appreciated that satisfied look on a woman’s face quite as much as he did when it was on Mel’s. And he never wanted anyone else to put that look on her face. Just him. Only him.
“Yeah?” he asked, smiling. He was feeling pretty damn pleased himself.
“Oh yeah. Well, now that that’s done. I should get going.” She put her hands on his chest and attempted to push herself away.
“What?” He frowned and tightened his grip on her to keep her from moving. “You’re leaving? You can’t be serious.” He was in no way finished with the night. In no way finished with her. He wanted her again, and again, and again.
“I wasn’t,” she said with a grin.
Relief washed through him. She was just messing with him. Well, two could play at that game. She squealed as he rolled over and pinned her to the mattress. Her hands were stretched up above her head.
“You think your funny, do you?” he asked raising his eyebrows.
“Well, see, I don’t have a private list of yours to read to figure you out, so I’ve got to use other means.”
“You want me to write down that I want you to stay?” he asked above her lips. “I’ll paint it on the fucking walls.” He kissed her, not so gently this time. No, he ate at her mouth. When she was good and breathless and writhing beneath him, he moved to her neck, kissing and licking his way up to her ear. “Stay with me, Melanie,” he whispered.
And the moaned yes that came across her lips a second later was enough to make him hard all over again.
* * *
“Oh. My. God.”
Mel stared at her reflection in the mirror, her mouth hanging open, horrified with what she saw. Her hair was about three times the size it normally was. Her curls were a frizzy mess that stuck up all over her head.
Mel and Bennett might have spent another hour rolling around in bed. His wandering hands and delicious mouth had a way of making her forget everything. She’d never experienced so much pleasure in such a short amount of time. He had absolutely no difficulty setting her off.
Justin’s odds had been about one in four. Maybe it was a chemistry thing that they’d been lacking. Mel wasn’t sure, but whatever she’d been missing with Justin, she had with Bennett. In spades.
“It really isn’t that bad,” Bennett said from behind her.
She looked up at his smiling reflection, soooo not amused.
“You did this,” she said, turning around to look at him. “You and those wandering hands of yours.”
“I can’t help myself,” he said. He turned them so that he was leaning back against the sink. He widened his stance and brought Mel between his thighs. “It’s instinct for my hands to go to your hair. Just like I always want my mouth on you.” He moved in to kiss her. But she dodged his mouth. Never one to be deterred, he kissed her throat instead.
“I look like a freaking poodle.”
“I’m going to have to strongly disagree with that.” He nibbled on her neck.
His hands came down to her thighs, and he pushed up the very large T-shirt she was wearing. He’d let her borrow one of his and it read Air Force across the chest. He’d worn it so many times that the gray fabric was ridiculously soft, and it felt good on her naked skin and bare breasts.
She hummed, unable to keep up her annoyance. It was impossible when he had his mouth on her. “Well, if you want a repeat performance in the shower you’re going to have to buy me some conditioner.”
“Mel, I’ll buy you a whole damn case,” he said just under the hollow of her ear.
He was wearing only a pair of boxers low on his hips, so his chest was completely bare. She put her palms flat against his stomach, her fingers going back and forth on his abs. As he kissed her neck Mel rested her head on his shoulder, and then she saw their reflection in the mirror.
“Oh, my God,” Mel said in another horrified whisper as she got a good look at his back.
“What is it this time?” He pulled back so he could look at her face.
“I, uh…” Mel trailed off as the heat rose to her cheeks. “I might’ve gotten a little carried away earlier.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.
“Bennett, I scratched you.”
“What?” He looked over his shoulder at the mirror. “Holy shit,” he said as he got a look at the dozen or so scratch marks she’d made across his back. “I must’ve done something right.” He looked back at her, grinning like an idiot.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who can’t control myself.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she asked, still completely mortified.
“Yup. And I’m enjoying this, too. Enjoying you underneath my hands.” And those hands started an upward journey underneath her shirt. He ran his fingers across the swells of her breasts. “You are soooo soft,” he groaned, moving his hands down her sides and around to her back, and continuing south. He palmed her bottom and pulled her against his body. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over how your skin feels.”
Ever? Ever was an awfully long time…and Mel wondered exactly how much of it she was going to get to spend with Bennett.
Shit. She was already in this too far. She was so totally screwed, both literally and figuratively, the literally being the much better part of the deal.
But she needed to talk to him, to explain things. Like how she’d never just jumped into bed with a man before. She needed to tell him that this was more than just lose-control-sex for her, tell him that she really liked him.
He had asked her to stay, and she thought it might have meant something. But what did it mean? She had no idea. Did he just want more sex? Or did he want to spend time with her? Be with her?
“Bennett.” She leaned back to look at him.
“Yeah?” He reached up and pushed away one of the many wayward curls behind her ear.
“Are you going to make me dinner now?” she asked, chickening out.
Yup, she was going to stay in the moment for just a little bit longer, and worry about her little heart later.
He gave her a slow, lazy grin that made her think of about a million other things besides food. “Absolutely,” he said, grabbing her hand and leading her into the kitchen.
* * *
After they finished eating and cleaned up, they lay down on the couch and started watching the third season of Game of Thrones.