A Matter of Trust: London Calling Book One (19 page)

“I’
M
PERFECTLY
ABLE
to walk, you know.” Devon laughed as Bennett carried her to her door.
 

He crouched slightly so she could fit her key into the lock. “Uh uh. I’m not letting go now that I have you where I want you. Besides, I’m not so certain you
can
walk. You had quite a buzz going back there.”

“I’m perfectly capable of walking. But I’ll let you carry me since you’re so good at it.” She grinned cheekily as he elbowed through the door and shut it with his shoulder.
 

“Which way?”

She knew he was giving her the chance to change her mind. With no intention of doing so, she waved a hand, signaling the way. “All the way back and to the left.”

He leaned down for a brief but devastating kiss before heading down the hallway and opening the door to her bedroom. Laying her down on the bed, he leaned over her in apparent consideration.
 

Uncomfortable with his hesitation, she reached up and grabbed his lapels. Tugging hard, she toppled him down onto her where she claimed his mouth just as he opened it in protest. When he moved to push himself up, Devon jerked his coat down over his shoulders, effectively trapping his arms. She kissed his face, administering a playful nip when she reached his jawline.
 

Bennett groaned, capitulating. Fighting with the sleeves of his coat, he rolled to his side.
 

Devon immediately pushed him to his back, climbed astride and started unbuttoning his shirt. Bennett managed to free his hands and reach for hers as she bent her head, nuzzling his bare chest before finding one flat nipple and tonguing it in erotic whorls.
 

She raked her nails lightly over his other nipple before grazing his abdomen. Bennett’s erection strained, bulging between them, and she grasped its length before taking both hands to the task of his belt.
 

She was a vortex of energy, swirling over him. Bennett reached up to push off her coat. Hurriedly grasping her blouse, he pulled it over her head. As she loosened his belt and went to work on his trousers, he sat up and suckled her breast through the lacy fabric of her bra. Belatedly, he impatiently shrugged off his coat and shirt.
 

Once free, he reached around to remove her bra, cupping her breast while thumbing the nipple in a rough rhythm. He latched his lips onto the other, forming a hard suction with the roof of his mouth while alternately soothing it with the flat of his tongue.
 

Devon groaned, throwing her head back and flooding with warmth. She clasped his head, trying to ease the tension he provoked in her. But Bennett only sucked harder and plucked her other nipple between thumb and forefinger.

“Bennett,
please.
”

His lips curved against her. Looking down, she caught the erotic vision of his dark head at her breast. She ran her fingers through his thick hair, tousling it before tugging him back. As he lifted his head, dark blue eyes drowsy with passion met hers. Lowering her hand, she fully unzipped him.
 

She gripped his shaft, lightly running her finger over the moist tip.
 

Groaning, Bennett murmured, “Devon, no, I’m too close.”

She gently squeezed before lowering her mouth to taste the smooth crown of him, lightly licking before closing her lips around the broad head of his penis. Bennett abruptly flipped her onto her back, crouching above her. He went to work on her pants, unzipping and pulling them down in one long motion before crawling back up the bed. He propped himself above her, framing her face between his palms.

They kissed, long and slow. There was an underlying desperation in Devon, knowing how fleeting and fragile their truce might be. Unable to bear the thought of losing him, she locked her gaze on his. His eyes were feral, intensely exhilarating and breathtaking.

He kissed her neck, moving down to brush along her collarbone to her breast. Scraping his stubble over the sensitive peaks, he continued downward. Her abdomen quivered as he blew lightly, cooling her overheated skin before rimming her bellybutton with the tip of his tongue. She sucked in a breath, hollowing out her stomach as desire washed over her in heated waves.

She spread her legs, inviting him to press his engorged erection to her core. But he resisted, kneeling back onto his knees so he could grip her hips and pull them up onto his thighs.
 

Devon gasped, feeling exposed even though she still wore her panties. She reached, trying to bring him back to her, needing the reassurance of his bulk. Bennett captured her hands and trapped them beneath his own against her breasts, moving in small circles so she rubbed her own flesh. Taking her index finger, he brushed it over her nipple, pebbling it to painful hardness.
 

She caught her breath, moaning, surprised at the unexpected pleasure he created with her own hands. Her eyes closed in pleasure as he circled and pressed, then squeezed with her hands caught beneath his own. She ran her tongue over her lips to moisten them, opening her eyes as he let out a groan of his own.

He stared at her mouth with wild concentration, his jaw tense. He took a deep breath, nostrils flaring while he seemed to battle for control. Devon shifted, flexing her hips to accommodate him. Bennett’s pupils dilated, nearly consuming the blue into black. Dropping his hands to her hips, he grasped her panties before tearing them neatly into scraps around her.
 

Shocked, she looked down as he scooped both hands beneath her and pulled her closer before lowering his mouth to her core. She flung an arm up to muffle her scream as he ruthlessly plunged his tongue into her moistness. She panted, unable to catch her breath. Arching her back, she squirmed in an agony of wanting. Nearing her peak, she restlessly clawed the sheets, unsure if she wanted to cling or pull away. Suddenly, Bennett gentled, soothing her with his tongue, licking up her slit to find her aching nub.
 

She whimpered, unable to tolerate his acute attentions, trying to wriggle away as the pleasure built.
 

“Bennett,” she gasped, “please, no. I can’t.”

He continued to lick in soft circles, delicately. “You can, Devon.” He flattened his tongue on her, pressing gently. “You will.” With that, he closed his lips on her and sucked hard as she splintered all around him, shaking and crying out as the orgasm wracked her.

Her breathing slowed to find Bennett braced over her, lightly kissing her closed eyelids. She blinked them open to see his eyes were a brilliant blue, brighter than she’d ever seen. Devon smiled, cherishing the intimate knowledge. She catalogued and cradled the differences in him as they made love, harboring her lover’s secrets.
 

He drew a finger down her cheek, caressing the soft skin before running it over her lower lip. “You okay?” He whispered, barely stirring the quiet cocoon they shared. A dim light cast shadows over them, enhancing their solitude.
 

She stretched, catching his erection between her folds as she rubbed sinuously against him. “I’m fine. How are you?” She caught his finger between her teeth, holding it while she tasted its tip. Smiling around his finger, she teased him with a light suck before pushing it out.
 

Bennett leaned down and kissed her, hard, chasing her tongue before dueling with it in a sexual dance. In response, she raked her hands down his back, grasping to pull him harder into her.
 

He thrust against her slick folds, mimicking the sex act. She moaned, instantly aroused again, but wanting more.
 

“Bennett, I want you. Inside me.”

She angled her pelvis and caught the tip of his shaft inside her. Bennett froze, sweat beading on his forehead. With eyes tightly closed, he braced his arms in corded strain.
 

“Goddammit, Devon, stay
still
.”

She brushed a lock of hair back from his forehead, enjoying his fine tremor as she touched his sweat soaked skin. “I can’t, Bennett.” As she repeated his earlier words, his eyes flew open to meet the ebony rimmed gray of hers. “I won’t.” She flexed, inviting him further into her while pressing a palm to his low back.
 

Bennett threw back his head, growling as he surged into her. With both hands beneath her hips, he arched her into him while rearing back to nearly pull out before thrusting back inside her, over and again. He couldn’t seem to get close enough, and paused just long enough to lift her legs higher around his waist and grab a pillow to prop beneath her bottom. Starkly intent, he resumed his powerful pace.

Devon sobbed, biting into her arm to keep from crying out in wild abandon. She was so close, each thrust rubbing his pelvic bone against her in tortuous pleasure. She arched her back, trying to satisfy the ache, and Bennett instantly responded, sensing what was needed. Shifting to brace himself on one arm, he continued to drive into her while pressing his thumb over the sensitized bundle of nerves throbbing for him.
 

The orgasm ripped through her, causing her to rhythmically clench and unclench around Bennett’s steely length. He hardened further, arching his back and giving her nub one last chafing caress that threw her into a second, powerful climax. Her sheath fiercely contracted and he shouted as he reached his own peak, unable to hold back its pulsing force.
 

He collapsed on her, momentarily too weak to hold himself up any longer. They both took deep, shuddering breaths, hearts racing in tandem. As they quieted and the room cooled around them, Bennett raised his head, looking deep into her eyes.

Suddenly shy, Devon leaned up to take his lips in a breathlessly tender kiss.

***

Bennett wasn’t giving Devon any chances to feel awkward. Or worse, regretful.
 

Grabbing a pillow, he fluffed and propped it behind her shoulders. “I’m running you a bath.” She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed a finger to her lips, silencing whatever she might have said. “So you won’t stiffen up.”
 

Her face colored, and she nervously smoothed her hair. Bennett caught her hand and turned its palm upward before pressing a soft kiss on her wrist.
 

She blushed more fiercely, biting her lip. He rose before she tempted him further. He wanted to charm her, spoil her a little. As he reached the doorway, he looked back, where she sat flushed and flustered. His heart stuttered, and then fell.

She was perfect, everything he’d ever wanted or would want again.
 

Now he needed to seduce her heart, not just her body.

She was drowsy but still awake when he returned a little while later. Holding a hand out to her, he breathed in relief as she accepted his invitation. She rose, silently holding onto him as he led her to the bath. He’d run a full tub, lit two fat candles on mismatched plates, and poured glasses of a deep, red wine.
 

She glanced up, inquiring.

“I’m joining you. I’m not giving you time alone so you withdraw from me and isolate yourself.” At her startled look of defense, he brushed a curl of her hair over her shoulder. “I’m not criticizing you, Devon. But you close people off, and I want in.
Please
.”

She looked back at him, gravely. After a long moment, she nodded. Bennett breathed a silent sigh of relief before tugging the belt of her robe, untying the knot.
 

She stood tall as the robe dropped to her feet. Admiring her courage, he pulled her toward the bath where she daintily stepped into the foamy water. Bennett was immobilized, captured by her beauty.

“Well? Aren’t you coming?” She was smiling at him, seemingly bemused by his attention.

“Yes, I am.” He quickly tossed off his trousers and dropped the unbuttoned shirt he’d shrugged on to the floor. He wore nothing else and her eyes quickly dropped to his jutting erection.

Following her glance, he chuckled. “Don’t worry. I
can
control myself.” He promised himself he would. “Let’s get you settled.”

She eased down into the warm water, relaxing back against the curved porcelain with her legs stretched out full length to touch the other end. Unmoving, she watched as he knelt beside her. She sighed as he twisted the length of her hair into a messy coil before securing it back with a clip he found on her dressing counter.
 

“You’re quite good at this. A woman might be forgiven for thinking you’d done it before.”

Bennett tutted, frowning a little. “You’re wrong. Besides, everything is new with you, Devon.” Reaching to hand her a glass of wine, he let their fingers brush as she accepted it. After she’d taken a sip, he tenderly tipped her chin until her eyes leapt to his. “I don’t want to embarrass you, but we need to talk. It was your first time, and I—”

She put a finger to his lips, silencing him. With a silent shake of her head, she reached forward and picked up his glass. She handed it over before removing her finger, but not before pressing it slightly, as if to seal his lips shut on the conversation he wanted.