Hadley pushed herself back on his cock, her breathy cries filling his ears.
He slid a hand under her wet, straining body and found her clit. He rubbed in firm circles.
Her cries changed. She was close.
And pleasure was a hot clamp on his gut. “Hadley. My beautiful Hadley.” He thrust faster.
“Yes, Bennett.Please.”
All he could hear was the roar in his ears. Then she came, moaning his name, her body squeezing his cock.
With two more desperate thrusts he came.
“Damn, Hadley.” His cock swelled. Pleasure pulsed as his climax crashed through him. He held her tight, coming inside her.
Wrecked, he pressed harder against her. He wanted to stay connected to her. He slid a hand into her wet hair.
“Mmm.” She pressed into his palm. “I really love you, Mr. Knightley.”
“I love you too, Ms. Lockwood.”
He spun her. The next kiss was sweet, and filled with trust and love.
CHAPTERTWENTY
Hadley loved shopping. It was her weakness.
It wasn’t about spending money or adding to her wardrobe. What she loved was finding the perfect outfit, for herself or someone else, to suit the occasion. A perfect reflection of them.
She looked in the large window of an exclusive menswear store on Regent Street. That sweater was the perfect shade of green to match Bennett’s hazel eyes. Plus the cashmere would drape over his muscled chest just right.
She smiled. She had to get it. She turned toward the door.
“No. No more.” Bennett closed in, holding all her shopping bags. “We’re done.”
“Just one more.”
“No. You’ve been into a hundred shops already.”
It was three days after the wedding. Three days since they’d finished their mission.
Kitty Wentworth was in custody and would go to trial for her crimes. Archie Martin was getting the best treatment Bennett could find. Ajay Patel would be laid to rest on the weekend.
Paul had already had a quiet burial arranged by Bennett. He’d had no family left, so it had only been Bennett, Hadley, and Henry in attendance.
Bennett had been quiet afterward, and spent some time after the funeral brooding. But he’d be fine. She’d make sure of it.
They’d spent the rest of their time having exceptional sex. She’d done her best to distract him and spoil him a little. And she had a lot more planned.
A lifetime of it.
She felt a little niggle in her belly, but pushed it away. She wasn’t letting the past dictate her life anymore. She was in love with Bennett. She wasn’t afraid of that.
Most of that niggle of worry was because she didn’t want to leave Sentinel Security, yet Bennett had responsibilities with Secura here in London. It was an obstacle, but not an insurmountable one. Or that’s what she kept telling herself. Still, he hadn’t brought the subject up. Not even when Killian and Bram had flown back to New York yesterday. Her boss had given her a week off to recover and sort things out.
She pressed her hands to Bennett’s chest and kissed him. “One more shop. I want to get something for you.”
He jiggled the bags. “Half of these are for me.”