Less Kisses, More Kills

chapter 46

"Let’s go to bed," she whispered daringly.

His mouth hardened. "Yes," agreed Bennett, in an odd kind of voice. "Why don’t we?"

Without warning he shut the door with an echoing slam, then picked her up and carried her towards a vast double bed which was covered with a lavish embroidered red coverlet.

A tight little knot of desire was unfurling low in her pelvis, filling her with yearning and impatience. Even her senses seemed to have gone into hyperactive mode: her fingers filtered through his springy black hair and rejoiced in the silken texture while the already familiar scent of his skin acted on her like an aphrodisiac.

"You are gorgeous," Bennett told her and it was a smile of such charismatic power that she felt as though her heart were bouncing like a rubber ball inside her chest.

He found the bare skin below her T-shirt and closed his hand to a tiny, sweet pouting mound. For an instant she went stiff because she had forgotten that she had no bra on and there was no warning befo