As soon as the cab cruised to a stop, I reached into my purse for money to pay him. Bennett squeezed my hand.
“I’ve got it. I’ll walk you in.”
My hopes deflated as I realized he was serious.
“Can you wait for me?” he asked the driver.
“Bennett,” I said softly, putting on my best sober face. “Stay. I want you to.”
He sighed, looking conflicted. “You’re sure?”
“Completely. Get out of that car and walk that fine ass into my apartment.”
He smiled as he reached for his wallet, took out some cash, and handed it to the driver.
We walked into my building and I unlocked my front door, closing it behind us. We both slid our coats off, but I made no move to turn on the lights.
“I like you,” I said softly.
“I like you, too.” He reached out and brushed a thumb over my cheekbone.
I grabbed the lapels of his black leather jacket and pulled him toward me, stretching up on my tiptoes. He kissed me then, soft and slow, the taste of beer and smell of leather making my heart pound.
At least, I thought that was it. Maybe it was the alcohol. Something was making me dizzy and warm all over.
Bennett deepened the kiss then, wrapping his hands around my waist. I moaned into his mouth and put my arms around his neck.
“Bedroom,” I said, tugging on his coat.
He stepped closer, forcing my back against the wall. Hot, insistent breath hit my bare neck, making my skin tingle with awareness.
“You’re so beautiful, Charlotte,” he said in my ear. “That long, curly hair is sexy as hell.”
“Oh, God.” I gasped as I felt his sizeable erection against me. “I want you to pull it. Fuck me from behind and pull it.”
I’d just said what? I couldn’t believe the words had come out of my mouth. Normally, I was a compliant sexual partner, figuring sex was more for men than women anyway. But this leather-scented, hard-bodied man was making me want things I’d never wanted. Things that were just for me instead of him.
Did he want to pull my hair? Maybe. But I didn’t care, because I wanted it. I wanted to come, definitely more than once. I wanted him to take me in every possible position. I wanted to get sweaty and exhausted with satisfaction.
“Bedroom,” I said, breathing heavily as I pushed out from against the wall and led the way.
We stood next to the bed in the moonlit room, pulling each other’s clothes off frantically. Bennett’s erection sprang out from his underwear as I pulled them off and I laughed lightly.
“The fuck you laughing at, woman?” he murmured in my ear.
“Oh.” I covered my mouth with my hand. “No, not like that. I just can’t believe the way it sprang out like that. I thought that was just a thing I read about in books.”
“I’m hard as hell, baby
,” he said, cupping my breast in his hand. “Can’t help springing out when I’m like this.”
“Don’t get me wrong, I like it.”
He hummed with amusement. “What, the springing or my cock in general?”
I looked down. Hell yes. That was one large cock. The breakup gods were going all out to get me over the asshole I’d dumped earlier.
“Both.”