“Ajay is dead,” he said. “Another young life cut short for no goddamn reason.”
“You can’t save everyone, Bennett.” She leaned closer, her lips running along his jaw. It wasn’t sexual exactly, more to comfort.
But he found everything about this woman sexual.
His hand gripped her hip.
“You know we can only try our best, and we can’t be responsible for other people’s choices. Ajay knew what he was doing.” She met Bennett’s gaze. “Hamed gave up his vest.”
Bennett pressed his forehead to hers. “Doesn’t make it easy to accept.”
“I know.” She peppered more kisses on his skin. “You’re enough, Bennett, just as you are. You can’t save everyone, you don’t need to pay any penance.”
He pressed his face against her lips, her words washing through him.
“I’m very glad we’re alive, Mr. Knightley.”
“Me too, Ms. Lockwood.”
She nipped his jaw harder, and shifted her sweet arse, rubbing against his hardening cock.
“I think we should both celebrate that.”
* * *
“My control is…shaky.”Bennett’s hands flexed on her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” This man was a protector. Hadley nibbled at his lips. “And I don’t mind it a little rough.”
He groaned. His cock was like a steel rod under her ass.
She couldn’t fight the riotous emotion she felt for this man anymore. She was very glad they were both alive and relatively unhurt.
It could’ve been a very different story.
She fastened her mouth on his. His strong arms tightened around her, and the kiss turned rich and potent, overwhelming.
A wild, reckless energy filled her. Sheneededhim. Needed him so badly.
He cupped one of her breasts and she moaned. She needed her hands on him.
She stroked his shoulders, down his bare chest. He was all hard muscles, with a smattering of brown hair. She felt several old scars under her fingertips. Proof of the warrior he was.
He squeezed her breast again, and need twisted inside her. Shecravedhim.
“I want to put my mouth on these.” He flicked open a button of the shirt.
She shifted off his lap and stood.
“Lights on low,” he said.
Low lights flickered on, giving the room a dull, golden glow. He was sprawled in the chair like a big lion, alert and ready to go in for the kill. Or an emperor, waiting for his concubine.
She glanced at the windows. “People could see.”
“The windows are treated with a special film. I like my privacy.”
Still, it gave her a little thrill to imagine that someone could watch them.