He smiled and handed her the flat box.
Hadley opened it and saw a pair of tiny, red-lace panties. She arched a brow.
“I stole your other pair in my office the other night. I figured I owed you.”
“And there is no benefit for you.”
His smile widened. “Don’t bother putting them on.” He grabbed another condom and opened it. She watched him roll it on.
Then he loomed over her. “Now, let’s see if I can change your mind about doggy style.”
“Oh.” Hadley decided to stop worrying and just let herself feel. “Okay.”
Several hours later, Hadley couldn’t fault Bennett’s effort and enthusiasm. She was exhausted by everything they’d done to each other. His big body was now curled protectively around hers, and she felt warm and safe.
He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
She tipped her head back and he nuzzled her neck, one of his hands sliding down her body to cup her ass.
This felt…nice. Intimate and safe. Unease tried to push in.
“Hadley, stop thinking. Go to sleep.”
She forced herself to relax. “Stop being bossy.”
He squeezed her ass cheek. “Sleep, or I’ll fuck you again.”
“That doesn’t make me want to sleep, Knightley.”
“But you need some rest. Sleep now, and I promise to fuck you in the morning.”
* * *
She snuckout of the bed.
It was still early, and the room was awash in silver light.
Hadley looked back. Bennett looked delicious.
He was sprawled on his side, one arm tucked under her pillow. That big male body was strong, and she suddenly realized he had a small tattoo on his side. She wanted to explore it.
But a part of her was a panicked mess and needed some space.
She found a silky, black robe in his closet. It didn’t look like it had been worn, and she couldn’t picture Bennett in it. She slipped it on and headed into the living room.
His place was stunning and she loved it.
His interior designer had earned their money. She cocked her head. She’d add a few more plants and maybe some more eye-catching artwork. Something dark and moody.
She wasn’t running. She stroked her hand over the back of the couch, enjoying the feel of the suede. She licked her lips. She just needed to get her head straight. She wasn’t used to feeling uncertain and unsure of herself.
She didn’t like it. Since Casper, she’d made her life exactly what she wanted. She took risks professionally, but not personally.
A part of her didn’t want these feelings for Bennett.
Another part of her whispered that it was already too late.
She spotted her discarded bodysuit and took a second to slip it on, smiling at Bennett’s reaction to it. She pulled the robe back on and headed for the kitchen. She was a decent cook, so she decided to make breakfast.