Her climax was like claws ripping at him. His hands gripped her hips and with a growl, he flipped her, shoving her onto her back.
He pulled her hips up and thrust inside her. He pistoned into her hot body. Her nails scraped, sharp and quick, on his back.
“Come for me now,” she whispered in his ear.
With one last, wild thrust, he emptied himself inside her, groaning her name.
In that blinding moment, he knew he’d do anything for this woman. Give her everything she needed. Keep her safe until his last breath.
* * *
Hadley lay sprawledon Bennett’s chest. They were both slick with sweat.
As she came down from the high, and yes, it was a stratospheric one, anxiety crept in like smoke. He’d broken her open. She had no defenses left.
“I should go,” she whispered.
She tried to move, but a big hand on her back kept her pinned in place.
She growled. “Knightley, I’m going.”
“No.”
She felt a spurt of anger. “You don’t get a say. You got your orgasm—”
“And you got three. You owe me.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “You arrogant—”
He rolled, and started to pull his cock free of her body.
Damn. She bit her lip. He felt huge despite them both just coming.
Then he caught her gaze, and thrust back inside her.
The move set off a bunch of pleasurable aftershocks and she gasped.
“You’re not going,” he said. “I want you again, and you want me inside you again.”
She licked her lips.
Bennett cupped her cheek. “You’re not alone, Hadley.”
She looked into his eyes, and saw the raw need that echoed the feeling in her belly.
“Now, stay here,” he ordered. “I’ll be right back. And if you aren’t right there, I will hunt you down.”
She nodded.
She watched him rise from the bed and head for the bathroom. His ass was pure, masculine perfection. Hard, muscular, biteable. There was an ugly scar on his lower back, and she bit her lip. It looked like a shrapnel wound.
She heard the toilet flush and water run. Then she got a front view as he walked back to the bed. His cock was hard again.
“Well, if Secura doesn’t work out, you could do nude modeling,” she said.
He grunted, then reached for something on the bedside table. “I have a gift for you.”
She groaned. “Another one?”