Cowboy Casanova - Lorelei James [83]
He went beyond coherent speech. Grunts, groans and ragged breathing were his communication. And Ainsley understood him perfectly.
His pace slowed and his fingertips dug for purchase on her ass cheeks. She felt his cock lengthen, felt the violent pulsation against her channel. He came in a drawn-out, full-body shudder that she felt down to the tips of her toes.
Bennett drooped over her, his hand braced against the bathroom door. “Goddamn, woman,” he rasped in her ear. “You…I…” He laughed. “Hell, I can’t think straight. Hang on.” He pushed up and withdrew. He curled his fingers over her shoulders and slowly brought her upright. “Stay there.”
From the corner of her eye she saw him ditch the condom. Then he spun her around and kissed her. Not gently. Not playfully. His kisses were ravenous.
He opened the door without missing a beat. He herded her backward into her bedroom and didn’t break the seal of their mouths until the backs of her calves hit the mattress. Then he gently sat her down and dropped to his knees. “Now I know why these are called fuck-me shoes. When I saw them today all I could think about was fucking you.”
“And now I see that they were worth the money.”
“Definitely.” He unhooked the buckle and slipped off the right shoe, taking a moment to massage her arch. Then he did the same with the left shoe.
She couldn’t hold back the moan of delight when he massaged her left foot. She flopped back on her puffy quilt with a sigh. “A great event, two orgasms, fab sex and a foot massage? I could die happy right now.”
He chuckled and kissed her cheek, settling next to her, letting his calves dangle off the bed beside hers.
In that moment she knew Ben was back. She reached for his hand. “Are you staying with me tonight? Or do you need to get back to your truck?”
“Not yet. I wouldn’t mind getting under the covers, though.”
After they slipped between the sheets, Ben ended up spooned behind her, tucking her against his body, almost completely immobilizing her.
“Thanks for inviting me to your folks’ party.”
“You’re welcome. You deserved to be there. You fit right in.”
“Which is odd, given I’m never around my family, and rarely around so many kids.”
“The McKays were out in full force today.”
“You were…scarce.”
His rough-tipped fingers trailed up and down her arm. “That’s the way it goes. I’m considered one of the quiet ones, a man of few words, and usually none of importance, so no one pays much attention to me.”
“But that gives you the opportunity to pay attention to them.” She paused. “Is that why you’re so in tune with…people? Because you’ve spent a lifetime observing?”
“Probably. And without goin’ all psychobabble, I’ve been the middle boy. Even now that Gavin is around I’m still in the middle. Quinn…well, Dad thinks the sun rises and sets with Quinn. And Chase is the superstar golden child. Kinda hard to stand out. So I’ve always figured it’s better to blend.”
Ainsley tried to roll over to look into his eyes, but he held her in place. “Blend? Hate to break it to you, but you don’t blend. You are…” Maybe he wouldn’t appreciate her insight so she held back.
“I’m what?”
“Forceful. You’re easily the most forceful man in the room. In any room. Whether at the club or amidst your relatives.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. We kept our distance today. But I knew where you were at all times. Your body was the moon, I was the tide and you had a pull on me. Which I had to resist, you jerk.” She lightly elbowed him in the gut.
Ben chuckled.
“I will say you were sporting a pretty serious back off aura today. I didn’t see many of your relatives approach you besides Chase. And the two younger guys, but they didn’t stick around long.”
“That’d be Tell and Dalton. There’s a family dynamic that’d take me the rest of the damn night and part of tomorrow to explain.” He traced the backs of her knuckles. “I guess I wasn’t aware I had that vibe today.”
“I’m glad to hear it’s just today and not every day.” She fell silent again.
“I hate when you do