Page 39 of Knot His Beast
My entire face flames as he grins, the look he’s giving me one of satisfaction, of pride because I basically gave him the ultimatealpha compliment. Sure, he’d have to twist it a little to get there but it’s obvious Bentley did just that. Why else would he be beaming at me over what I said if he didn’t take it as me saying that he makes me feel safe?
“I mean, I just…” I grab the doorknob, trying to backpeddle while keeping him out of my loft. “I meant you can’t break in because you’re already here and…”
“Mhm,” he grunts as he steps into me, putting us chest to chest and almost nose to nose. “Sure.”
“I did.”
“Right, Tav.” I try to scowl in his face but I can’t, not when he dips his chin and rubs his cheek against mine, his scent flooding my senses and making me lightheaded. “You didn’t mean I make you feel safe, not at all. Definitely not because you’remine, so it’s totally natural.”
My heart hammers against my ribs as he meets my eyes, Bentley staring straight into my soul regardless of how black it might be. He looks at me for a few moments, searching my face with a knowing grin and just when I want to tell him to get out of my building because I feel like I’m seconds from perfuming or slicking or something equally embarrassing, this asshole does something that makes all of the above happen.
Bentley kisses me.
He cups my cheeks in his enormous hands and slams his lips against mine so hard he steals my breath.
“Tell me you want me to leave,” he grunts as he starts backing me into my apartment.
When I open my mouth to do just that, Bentley shoves his tongue into it instead, kicking the door shut behind him as he pulls me flush against him.
He sucks on my lower lip and smiles when he releases it with a pop. “It’s the only way I’ll go.”
“Then, yeah, you should…” I whimper as he kisses me again, sweeter this time as his hands slide down my sides to my hips, his fingers flexing as he walks me backward toward the couch. “You should…”
“What, Tav?”
I’m so goddamn hazy with lust I’ve forgotten what I’m supposed to be saying. Or doing. Or thinking. I haven’t a clue what’s going on but all I know is that I’m definitely slicking and he needs to fix it.
Bentley chuckles against my lips as my calves bump into the edge of the couch and when they do, a sharp pain shoots up my thigh and I wince.
“What’s wrong, Tav? What happened?” He quickly plants me on my ass and crouches in front of me, scanning me head to toe with a look of concern but it morphs into a soft smile when I grunt my protest. “You’re obviously in pain, baby.”
“You’re thepain.A huge pain in my ass, stopping right in the middle of something like that.”
He laughs again as he shakes his head. “I need to know where and why you’re hurting or else I won’t be able to think about anything else.”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms against my chest but that’s all the response he’s getting.
“I swear, Tav.” Bentley lifts one hand in the air next to his face while the other covers his heart. “I just want to know so I can help.”
I squint at him through my glasses, scowling the best I can before I blow out a breath and nod. “Will there be more kissing after?”
He barks out a laugh and says “Oh yeah, baby. I promise.”
But I can feel all the color drain from my face, whether from his response or my question, I don’t know.
Why did I ask him that?
God, he must think I’m such an idiot.
Not that I care, I don’t. Bentley can think whatever he wants and it won’t move my meter at all.
I also don’t care about the uncomfortable bulge in the crotch of my sweats, the one he can most likely see, or how my fucking leg is on fire from all of the extra walking on another accidental date with the alpha I can’t stop thinking about.
No, I do not care about any of it.
Butwhydid I ask him that?
By no means was that my first kiss, and I’m definitely not some blushing virgin, but the fact that I want to play as much tonsil hockey as possible with this big ape is weird. Almost as weird as it is that I’m basically a needy, slicking mess and would gladly bounce my ass on his naked lap right now. Don’t even get me started on that little thing he did to my cheek. All I can smell is that fresh woodsy scent he wears so well, and if he were to ask, I’d let that man rub his face all over me just so it never wears off.
