Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“That’s sweet.”
“But my forte is dessert. I can’t wait to feed you what I have planned for later.”
And…that sweet didn’t last very long. Although I loved his unique combination of sweet and dirty.
When we sat down to dinner, it smelled delicious. My mouth actually watered, even though I’d eaten a full brunch not that long ago. I figured it would be good. Bennett wasn’t the type of man who did anything half-assed. But I hadn’t expected him to be modest. His spaghetti carbonara was out of this world.
“This is…orgasmic.” I pointed my fork at my plate after swallowing my second mouthful. “Madison would give you five stars if she ate here.”
He smiled, rather than gloat like he normally did at every opportunity. “Thank you.”
I got the feeling I might discover that Bennett outside of the office was very different than the man I’d gotten to know at work—different in a good way. And for some reason, that made me nervous. It was easier to imagine having a fling with the hot jerk I worked with. I didn’t need to find things to like about him, other than his body.
“So how were your deliveries this morning and the brunch?”
“Good. Except I was trapped in a car for hours with my mother, and the only thing she wanted to talk about was you showing up at the tasting last night.”
He grinned. “She has good taste.”
I sighed. “At least she’s stopped asking if I’ve heard from Andrew.”
Bennett’s fork had been on the way up to his mouth, and he froze. “Have you?”
“He sent me a text the night after we met for dinner at the hotel, but I didn’t respond, and he hasn’t bothered again.”
Bennett shoved a forkful of pasta into his mouth. “Fuck him. Douche.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I loved how defensive he’d been about Andrew from the get go. “Anyway. How was your day?”
“Had trouble falling asleep last night, so I got a late start. Just went to the gym and then worked until right before you got here.”
“Do you usually have trouble falling asleep?”
He looked up from twirling his pasta. “Only when I have blue balls.”
That had been some kiss last night. “Couldn’t you just…”
“Jerk off?”
“Yeah, that.”
“Didn’t help.”
The thought of him pleasuring himself because of the effect I had on him gave me a burst of feminine confidence.
“Tell me about it. I slept at my mom’s. My hand doesn’t work half as well as my vibrator.”
Bennett dropped his fork with a loud clank. “Are you saying you masturbated while thinking of me last night?”
I gave him a teasing smile and nodded.
Five seconds later, I was up and out of my seat. Bennett tossed me over his shoulder, fireman style. “It’s time for dessert.”
I giggled. “But we didn’t finish dinner yet.”
“Fuck dinner. I’ll fill your mouth.”
***
“This is even delicious cold,” I said with a mouthful of pasta.
I had no idea what time it was, but the sun had long disappeared. We’d spent the entire evening in bed, and now we were passing a bowl of cold pasta back and forth while naked in his bedroom.
“You’re easy to please.” He wiggled his brows. “And I mean that in a few different ways.”
It did feel like Bennett had no problem pleasing me. My body had never been so responsive. Don’t get me wrong, I hadn’t been with that many men to experiment. In fact, I could count them all on one hand—including the man sitting next to me—but you’d think that after all the years with Andrew he’d have been better at pushing my buttons than a guy I’d only spent two nights with.
“Do you… Is sex always good for the women you’re with?”
He stopped with the fork halfway to his mouth. “Are you asking me if I’m good in bed? Because let’s face it, no guy is going to say no to that question, even if he needs a roadmap to find a clit.”
I laughed. “I just meant, is sex always like that for you?”
He set the pasta bowl on the end table and finished chewing. “You want to know if sex is always good for me because you’re not sure if it’s me, us, or whether that moron you wasted eight years with is just a useless dud in bed?”
“Sort of… I guess.”
“It’s all of the above. I haven’t had any complaints. But I enjoy a woman feeling satisfied as much, if not more, than satisfying myself. So I’ll put in the effort—watch her, figure out what makes her tick.”
“Oh. Okay.” I felt sort of crestfallen for some reason.
Bennett put two fingers under my chin and lifted so our eyes met. “You didn’t let me finish. But there’s a difference between good sex and whatever the hell happens when I’m inside of you. We’ve got chemistry, Texas. And no amount of paying attention or hard work can take the place of that. So, my answer is, yeah…I like to think sex has been satisfying for me and the women I’ve been with. But what we’ve got going on? No, it isn’t always like that.”