THE BENNETTS' WEDDING (The Bennett Family and the Masters Family Book 5)

by Brenda Jackson

  His eyes held hers as his hand lightly stroked her panties before sliding his fingers inside. She closed her eyes when they hit their mark, inching inside of her. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked.

  Removing his fingers, he slid her panties down her legs, and she stepped out of them, holding firm to his shoulders for balance. When he looked back up at her, he licked his lips before saying, “I lie in bed many nights regretting I never got a taste of you, Victoria.”

  She swallowed, knowing what sort of taste he was talking about. “Did you?”

  “Yes. I could only fantasize about my tongue sliding inside of you, moving around in you, claiming you in a way you’d never been claimed.”

  Heat swept through her body. She’d also spent many hours fantasizing about him doing all sorts of erotic things to her body. Should she admit that to him? Maybe, but not now. Anticipation was riding her, and when he grabbed hold of her hips and planted his face between her legs, she nearly buckled at the knees. She heard him draw in a deep breath through his nostrils, as if to inhale her scent.

  “Cortez,” she whispered, not sure how much longer she could last. Her sanity was being shredded into pieces.

  He released her from misery, leaning in closer and opening her up to slide his tongue inside of her. The moment she felt the heat of his tongue, primal sexual urges surged through her, ridding her of all thought. All she could do was allow erotic sensations to take over.

  Between moans, she forced herself to breathe. Then his tongue became aggressive, lapping her up greedily as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Did he not know what he was doing to her?

  OMG… Now he was alternating between sucking and sipping on her, as if she was his favorite wine. She felt each single stroke all the way to her womb, and without any degree of control, her body began to spasm. He tightened his hold on her thighs to keep his mouth locked between her legs, as if it didn’t bother him in the least that his mouth was being filled with her feminine juices. She felt her climax building, and she closed her eyes.

  Then suddenly, it happened. Waves of pleasure overtook her, ripped through her, enveloping her in ecstasy. She felt herself drowning in rapture, and couldn’t help but purr as her body was bombarded with pleasure.

  Before the last of her spasms could subside, he swept her into his arms and placed her back in the bed. “My condom or yours this time?” he asked her.

  Victoria forced her eyes open. Seeing the wild look of desire in his eyes, she was even more aware of what she’d agreed to this weekend. She could barely move her lips to say, “Yours.”

  He smiled at her before grabbing a condom packet out of the nightstand. After sheathing himself, he quickly joined her on the bed, straddling her body. Holding her gaze, he slid between her legs, and in one powerful thrust, he was inside of her, rocking against her in long, earth-quaking strokes.

  Victoria arched her body, desperate in need, greedy in want, and frantic with desire. He was pounding into her, giving her what she’d been missing. Tiny moans caught in her throat when the first signs of another orgasm flowed through her. Fire lit her loins, and she felt the full impact of his erection as it brought her to the edge.

  Then she was pushed over, at the same time she could actually feel the spasmodic tightening of his own muscles, signaling his explosion. She welcomed it, desperately wanted it, and was thrilled at the thought they would share it again, together.

  Then, it hit. He called out her name at the same time she screamed his. He kept pounding into her, and her hips frantically rocked against him. They moved together, in sync, as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed them both.

  It seemed like forever before he lifted his head to look down at her with eyes that were as dazed as her own. At that moment there was no need for words. The expression on his face, and the one she was certain he saw on hers, said it all.

  He reached out and gently stroked her chin before lowering his mouth to hers. Then he kissed her in a way that let her know this was just the beginning.

  Cortez slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight shining through the bedroom window. It was another day, one he was definitely looking forward to. And if he had another night like last night, he didn’t know how he would survive.

  Smiling, his gaze immediately went to the spot beside him. Empty. He frowned, then sat up and glanced around, refusing to think that last night had ended the same way it had four years ago. He listened carefully, but didn’t hear a sound. “What the f—?”

  “Is something wrong, Cortez?”

  He shut his mouth and looked down by the side of the bed. Victoria was there, on the floor, on her hands and knees. “What are you doing down there?”

  She smiled up at him. “Looking for all of my clothes. I’ve found most of them, but my bra is missing. I figured it may have somehow landed under the bed.”

  He reached down and pulled her up. “You won’t need a bra today,” he said, tucking her back in beside him.

  “I won’t?”

  “No. I want to be able to taste your breasts whenever I want. Didn’t I tell you how tasty they were?”

  She chuckled. “Yes, you did. You showed me, as well, and did a pretty good job of it, I must say.”

  He remembered the other compliments she’d given him over the course of the night while gripped in the throes of passion. All good. She had demanded it harder, deeper, faster, and he’d given it to her, just the way she’d asked for it. Coincidently, it had been just the way he’d wanted it, as well.

  She’d had multiple orgasms, and so had he. Never had he been so in tune with a woman. She claimed he had inexhaustible energy, and she was right…but it was all for her. Hell, he hadn’t wanted to make love to another woman since he’d seen her again at Alexia’s party.

  They had made love all through the night. It was as if they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other. Hell, he couldn’t even keep his hands off her now, he thought, as he ran his fingers up and down her thigh while eyeing a bare nipple. It was such a pretty nipple, and a delicious one. And it was enlarging before his eyes.

  “Cortez?”

  “Umm?”

  “Are you ready for breakfast?”

  His gaze trailed down her chest to the juncture of her thighs and he licked his lips. “Now that you mention it…” he murmured, reaching out to let his hand travel the path his gaze had just taken. He liked touching her, and his fingers were moving across areas of her body that were becoming more and more familiar. When he reached the area between her legs, he eased a finger inside of her. She was drenched.

  “I could make a meal out of you, Victoria.”

  “I meant the leftover quiche,” she said in a choppy voice as his fingers continued to stroke her.

  “Oh.” He inserted another finger deeper inside of her

  “Cortez…” she moaned.

  “Hmm…? You okay, baby? You sure you don’t want to feed me right here?”

  “I meant the quiche,” she said in a strained voice, and he could actually hear her breath locking in her throat, making it difficult for her to get the words out. “It’s great with coffee.”

  He smiled. “And I think this is great, too.”

  Shifting his body, he moved his head to between her legs and replaced his hand with his mouth. He’d done this to her last night, several times, and the more he’d done it, the more he’d wanted to keep doing it. He loved her taste. The next time he was in bed alone, he wouldn’t have to fantasize about it. He would have memories.

  “Cortez…”

  He loved hearing her say his name, especially when his tongue was driving her mad with desire. She’d said she wanted all the passion he could give her, and he intended to deliver. He felt her shivers, and in a way, he could even taste them with the way her hips were moving against his mouth. She couldn’t remain still, and he didn’t want her to.

  Last night, he’d taken his time, becoming reacquainted with all the intimate places on her body that he h
adn’t gotten the chance to enjoy before. He was leaving his mark on her and doing so in a way that if she wanted a repeat performance once they were back home, he would be at her service. Distance was not an issue with him. Pleasing her was his top priority.

  He worked his tongue even faster, and she screamed once, twice. He kept his mouth right there, locked to her, loving the essence of her. When he knew the last spasm had left her body, he reached out to the nightstand to grab another condom packet and quickly sheathed himself. Then he eased between her legs at the same time he captured her mouth. But before he could enter her, she reached down and took him into her hand, stroking him.

  He broke off the kiss to pull in a sharp breath. “Victoria?”

  “Umm?”

  “I want to be inside you when I come.”

  She held his gaze. “I want you inside me, too. But I love touching you like this.”

  And he loved her touching him. Victoria was gently stroking him in a way that was making sweat break out on his forehead. And she seemed to know exactly what she was doing to him.

  “Let go,” he said gently, feeling close to the edge. “I want to be inside of you, baby.”

  “You sure?”

  “Positive.”

  “In that case…”

  She released him, and nudging her legs apart, he entered her with a guttural moan. Her body automatically arched beneath him, drawing him deeper inside of her. Sensations seemed to explode within him, and he threw his head back, groaning when he felt her inner muscles grab hold of him. Tightening around him. Squeezing him. Gripping him. Milking him.

  “Victoria!”

  His nerve endings were suddenly electrified, and his body began thrusting hard inside of her. Jack-hammer style.

  “Cortez!”

  She screamed his name at the same time another orgasm ripped through him. Tremors racked his body, shaking him to the core. Her body quivered under his, and he knew she was experiencing the same incredible climax. He’d never felt passion this eruptive. This powerful. And he had a feeling it could only be like this with her.

  Leaning in, he captured her mouth, needing to kiss her. He worked his tongue in her mouth, needing the contact. He didn’t want to be tempted to say the words…he wanted her to feel his love in his actions. It might still be too early to share his feelings, but one day soon, she would know. What they were sharing now was over-the-moon passion in its truest form. And they were sharing it together.

  Still buried inside of her, he shifted their bodies to hold her tightly in his arms. He needed to be skin to skin with her for as long as he could be. She was everything he wanted in a woman. And he hoped that over the next few months when he began romancing her, she would realize that he was everything she wanted in a man. That he was a man she could trust, a man she could love.

  “I don’t think you know what you do to me, Victoria,” he finally found the strength to say. His mouth was filled with her taste. Her scent was burned into his skin, deep into his pores. And even now, while spasms were still leaving his body, they were humming for her.

  “I don’t think you know what you do to me either, Cortez,” she whispered softly.

  That’s precisely what he needed to hear. It leveled the playing field. Now the game was no-holds-barred. He forced his eyes open to look down at her. “Hungry?”

  “I’d rather stay like this a while longer.”

  That would work, he thought. When she snuggled closer to him, he tightened his arms possessively around her and closed his eyes.

  Hours later, when Cortez woke up for the second time that day, Victoria was still tucked in his arms. She came awake when he shifted his leg off hers. She smiled. “What time is it?” she asked yawning.

  He glanced at the clock. “Close to noon.”

  Cortez clearly remembered her being hungry for food earlier, but he’d been a greedy ass and had wanted her again. “Time to feed you.”

  Easing out of bed, he pulled her naked body with him. “Come on,” he said, sweeping her off to the bathroom with him. “We’ll shower, eat lunch, and then come back in here. I plan to keep you busy for the rest of the day.”

  “Will you be inside of me the entire time? Even when we’re napping?”

  He definitely liked that idea. “I think that can be arranged. I like being inside of you.”

  “And I like having you there.”

  He hoped she remembered those words when they returned back home. As he carried her into the bathroom, he said, “Get ready for a few surprises today.”

  “Surprises?” He placed her on her feet in front of the vanity sink, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and curled into his side. Staring up at him, a smile of sexual satisfaction all over her face, she said, “I have a feeling that I’m going to like that, Cortez.”

  He smiled down at her. “Good, because tonight is all we have. And I want to make sure you remember it.”

  VICTORIA STOOD AT THE window in her office, looking out. It was hard to believe it had been two weeks since she’d returned from Paris. Two weeks after spending what had been two of the most wonderful nights of her life. Two days and nights she would always remember, just as Cortez had wanted her to do. Any misgivings she’d originally had about joining him in Paris were forgotten. She was glad she’d decided to go.

  Now what?

  They had left the villa together in the rental car and had flown on the same flight to JFK International Airport. That’s when they’d parted ways. He had caught a connecting flight on to L.A., and she’d taken one to St. Paul. Before saying goodbye, they had shared one last kiss, not caring who saw them. That kiss had been so powerful, her toes were still tingling, even now.

  But that wasn’t the only thing tingling…

  Every time she thought about those two days, her entire body reacted. She recalled the number of times they’d made love; the places they’d made love and the ways they’d made love. It was as if their bodies had needed each other, driving them to get as much of each other as they could. He’d even taken her against a wall, for heaven’s sake. And on a couple of occasions, a table. Her body had been on stand-by, always ready for his hard thrusts constantly slamming into her, filling her, claiming her, possessing her in a way that had her screaming her pleasure so often, she wondered if she would ever speak coherently again.

  She had loved every single stroke of him inside her body. She’d needed them, welcomed them, and at times, even begged for them. She’d pleaded for him to thrust harder and he had. It seemed he knew just what spot to hit that would make her come while screaming his name. Every time Cortez entered her, she felt him branding her.

  He liked seeing her naked, and on their last day together, she’d paraded around that way to please him. She distinctly remembered the look in his eyes. It lit up his handsome face, and let her know that he wanted her, as well as just how much he wanted her. They only left the house to stroll through the countryside, hand in hand. During that time together, they didn’t talk about work, family, or friends. Nor did they discuss the state of world affairs. What they did talk about was sex. Hot, passionate, and sometimes dirty sex. They would talk about what they planned to do to each other when they returned to the villa, and just how they would do it.

  Victoria smiled, thinking how that topic of conversation always made for rather quick walks. The bottom line was that now she missed him in a way she’d never missed anyone before, especially a man. She’d missed him four years ago…but it was never like this.

  As he’d requested, she had sent him a text to let him know she’d arrived home safely and he’d sent her one, as well. He had told her again how much he enjoyed their time together and that was it. There was no hint or suggestion that they do it again one day. But then, she figured they wouldn’t. Paris was one and done and they’d agreed to move on.

  So why was she feeling so down? Why was it as if she’d become addicted to him those two days in Paris? The first week after she’d returned, she’d felt as if she�
��d been on one hell of a sensual high. The memories had been hitting her right and left, and she’d found herself smiling all the time. Even her cousins had commented on what a good mood she was in and how they’d caught her smiling to herself more than once.

  But now as the days rolled on, something else was beginning to happen…she was realizing that what they had shared was indeed over. She knew it couldn’t be any other way. She wasn’t ready to commit to a serious relationship. And Cortez hadn’t said whether he was or not, though she’d pretty much figured he wasn’t since he hadn’t been in one all this time.

  When she went to bed every night, she missed his warmth. She’d become used to sleeping with him, practically skin to skin, snuggled close to each other.

  And now, each night before drifting off to sleep, she would think about the titillating kisses they shared. First, he would take her mouth with a tenderness that would make her moan. Then he would deepen the kiss, and her moans would become full-blown groans.

  And she would always remember their kiss in the villa right before leaving. They’d been packed, and he’d just finished loading everything in the car. She’d gone from room to room to make sure they hadn’t forgotten anything, and when she returned to the living room, he was standing in the middle of the room waiting for her. She had crossed the room and he’d taken her in his arms, pulled her close, and kissed her in a way that had made her feel happier than she’d ever felt. And she had returned the kiss with equal fervor. She had asked him to give her all the passion he’d had, and he had delivered with a bang. No pun intended.

  But all the happiness she’d felt then had turned into sadness now.

  She knew there would be occasions when they would run into each other at family gatherings, but it wouldn’t be the same. How would they react when they saw each other again? Would there still be sexual chemistry between them, or was it over and done with?