Win Me Over (17 page)

“What did I do to you in your dream?”

She swallowed hard and then looked straight into his eyes. “You were inside me.”

Bennett's knees threatened to buckle at her words. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but despite the moment's conversation, he hadn't forgotten her rejection from last time. Leaning down, he rested his forehead against hers, his self-control on the brink.

Their breath mingled, lips hovering an inch apart. Two could play this touching and teasing game, so his hands traveled down her hips, around her curves, and cupped her ass.

“What are you saying, Callie?”

“I don't know. I just … miss you.”

“You've seen me several times the past week.”

“But it's not like it was before.”

Before he kissed her. Before she told him it couldn't happen again. His eyes clenched shut. He missed her, too. The way things had been when they'd first met and started practicing. He needed to let her know what he dreamed about. “I need to ask you a question.”

“Okay.”

“When you dreamed about me … did you come?”

She sucked in a breath, her face tilting up to his. He lifted his head so he could see the heat in her eyes. She shook her head and whispered, “No.”

He gave her a smirk, holding back a full grin. “I'm glad you didn't, because
I
want to do that for real. No dream, I'm gonna make you come.” He began to back them up toward his truck. She let him lead, her eyes fluttering as she breathed in deep. He spoke right into her ear. “Only me. Not the dream me. Not that fucking cop.”

Her head jerked back, eyes wide and lips parting as if she wanted to speak. He cut her off with his mouth, her muffled reply melting into a moan against his kiss. Her hands immediately sank into his hair as he gently rested her back against the side of his truck.

He tasted apples and cinnamon as he savored her lips. Everything about this woman was delicious and beautiful. He wanted to devour her, right here and now.

Bennett pulled back, short of breath. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Hell no.” She took a handful of his sweatshirt and pulled him back down to her mouth. He traced the seam of her lips with his tongue, urging her to open, and she did without hesitation. The lower half of her body pressed against his, forcing him to lean one forearm against the truck bed to steady himself, the other wrapped tightly around her waist.

He tore away from her once again, looking around the bonfire site to make sure no one had returned. It was empty except for his truck and the smoldering embers. The parking lot was also vacant. The school was on the outskirts of town; no houses were nearby. They were alone.

His lips found hers once more and he groaned when her tongue pushed into his mouth. He caught it with his lips and sucked on it. They kissed for several long minutes, his tongue exploring her neck, her ear. She reciprocated and he loved the feel of her warm lips on his face. He pulled away reluctantly.

“Come here.”

He grabbed her hand, leading her to the backseat of his truck, thank god for crew cabs. He opened the door. “Get in.”

She did as he asked without question while he went to the driver's door, leaned across the seat, and turned on the ignition. He turned the heater on low and then headed to the back.

“Scoot over.”

Callie lifted her butt and scooted herself to the center of the bench seat, shoving a duffel bag and two footballs onto the floor. Bennett followed, pulling himself up into the truck, and then shut the door behind him before he leaned into her. She didn't hesitate, wrapping her arms around him and pulling his body over hers as she tilted back toward the window.

Her lips found his once more, picking up right where they left off. They kissed for several moments, wet and hungry. He wanted everything right now, could barely stand how needy he felt, but he managed to focus his thoughts on one singular goal. “I need to touch you, Callie.”

He lifted himself off her body in order to get his hand between them, his fingers going for the zipper on her jeans. She didn't protest. Didn't speak at all as he parted the denim and slid his hand into her panties. He hadn't made out like this in … shit, years. He felt seventeen, in the back of a vehicle heading for third base.

She moaned as his fingers found her wetness, applying the lightest of pressure. He didn't enter her or push, just trailed his fingertips back and forth along the slick seam. “God, you feel so good.”

Bennett was rewarded with the sexiest breathy whimper he'd ever heard. His touch became a little more insistent, exploring, pressing.

“Harder. Please,” she insisted.

This time
he
obeyed, giving her what she wanted, his fingers stroking. He wasn't aware he was rocking into her hip until he felt her hands slide into the back of his jeans, under his boxer briefs. Her hands were cool on his skin as she palmed his ass, squeezing and encouraging him to ride and thrust against her. Right now he wanted more and his mouth became frantic against her lips. Callie's chest heaved in and out as her lower body writhed against the movement of his fingers.

Bennett pulled back and watched as she inhaled deep, as if she'd been holding her breath. She met his eyes. “That feels so amazing.”

Bennett pushed a little harder, his fingers stroking her expertly. This rhythm he knew well, and he was rewarded with the most beautiful expression on her face. Her lips parted and her mouth slacked open into a small o.

“Oh my god. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop.” Her eyes pinched shut and she let her head fall back.
Beautiful.

He wouldn't dream of letting up when she was this close. “I won't stop; come for me, Callie.”

*   *   *

Callie could barely breathe. She might truly die of the pleasure. Her body involuntarily jackknifed off the seat, her nails digging into Bennett's firm backside. She sought his lips as her body began to shake against him. He gave her what she wanted, kissing her deep as her release crashed over her.

When the sensation subsided, her head dropped onto the seat and she sucked in a shallow breath. “That. Was … so good.”

She felt, rather than heard, Bennett chuckle from above her. His body was draped along hers, their legs twisted and bunched against the truck door. She glanced down, just now realizing that she wasn't sure how they'd managed to do what they just did. Come to think of it, now that her body wasn't zeroed in on an orgasm it was a little uncomfortable being shoved into the narrow backseat of his truck.

“Sorry,” Bennett said, apparently following her line of thinking. He began to move off her.

“Hold on, not yet.” Despite the unfortunate location, she liked his weight on her, and she convinced him not to move by squeezing his ass once more. Good lord, she wanted to see it bare. It would have those sexy indentations on the side; she could feel the muscles flexing when he'd ground into her leg. She wanted to see the front of him. Shit, he was still hard against her thigh. “I'd hate to be the only one enjoying this.”

“Who said I wasn't enjoying this?” he asked, smiling down at her. Before she could answer he kissed her once again. His lips were full and wet against hers, keeping his kisses soft and searching one moment and then increasing the pressure and angle just enough to keep her wanting more. It was pure bliss.

Shifting her body, she let go of the headrest on the front seat and pressed her palm against his erection. He was so hard, the length pushing against his jeans. The way he'd been rocking into her had made her imagine it inside her, which led to an intense orgasm. She wanted that for him, too. Needed it.

He continued to kiss her as she undid his zipper and then fumbled with his jeans until the fly fell open. Never had she been so excited to touch a man, discover what he had to offer, pleasure him the way he'd done her. She couldn't believe how they'd ended up here; it was almost funny. Two grown people going at it in the back of a truck like teenagers.

Bennett changed position, lifting his body so she could shove his pants down a little and slide her hand inside. His boxer briefs were snug against the warmth of his hard length and she ran her palm up and down several times, loving the feel of the soft cotton against his hard flesh.

His breathing became more ragged and his hand flexed in her hair, almost pulling. She loved it; his response made her feel sexy and bold. She wanted more.

Callie ran her palm all the way down to the base, cupping his testicles through his underwear.

“Oh … shit.” Bennett blew out a breath and leaned his forehead against hers. Callie gave a gentle squeeze of her hand. Bennett nipped at her lower lip before whispering, “You've got a handful of my most prized possessions.”

Callie laughed quietly, enjoying the feel of his grin against her mouth. With her palm still full of him, she ever so lightly slid her middle finger up and down against the cotton. Bennett's body shivered against her.

“Do you trust me with them?” she asked, giving another light squeeze.

“God, yes. Do that again.”

She obeyed, doing it a little harder this time before she finally repositioned her hand so she could slip beneath his underwear. He sucked in a deep breath as she wrapped her fingers around him. His skin was soft and warm, and Callie suddenly realized that nothing had ever turned her on as much as holding Bennett Clark's cock in her hand.

“Why didn't you tell me I was psychic?” she asked.

“What?” His voice was rough. He looked at her again. “What do you mean?”

“When I called you big boy. I was right.”

Bennett chuckled as she began to stroke him, his laughter ending on a low moan.

“I'm not used to laughing so much when a woman has her hands on my dick.”

Callie grinned. “I'm not used to making out in a truck, but I like it.”

“Yeah? I do, too. Obviously.”

They laughed again and then grew quiet as he kissed her once more. It was a little awkward to tug at him with her hand wedged between them, but he had his body angled as well as he could to make it easier for her. She changed it up, running her thumb over the tip and then back down.

“That feels so good, Callie.” Bennett's torso shuddered and he began to pump into her hand a little harder. “I wish I could see you touching me right now.”

They both knew that wasn't possible; it was dark save the fire outside and turning on the interior lights could draw attention if anyone drove down the road. But she agreed with him; just the thought of what her fingers looked like wrapped around his thickness made her feel achy all over again.

Her hand picked up speed, as did his shallow thrusts. She wanted to hear the sound he made when he came; she couldn't wait, her excitement urging her on even though her arm grew weary.

Just as she thought he might be getting close his arm gave, his chest crashing into hers, his free arm jerked down to his side. “Oh fuuu…”

For a moment she was confused, but there was no mistaking the tone of his voice—this wasn't a cry of pleasure—and instantly Callie's heart raced in a new way. She instantly let go of him and tried to push at his chest. “Bennett, are you okay?”

His head arched back, and his teeth revealed their whiteness in the dark, his lips curled back in pain. When he spoke, the words were ground out through gritted teeth. He tried to move his hips a little, which confused her even more.

“Bennett, what?”

“Holy shit, I've gotta get up. Gotta get out.”

Then he didn't move, and she realized he was holding his breath. The full weight of him, mixed with her confusion, sent her into a sudden panic. Was he having a heart attack? A stroke?

Once more she tried to push him up, but he was too solid. “What do I do?”

“Oh god, hold on.” With a loud groan he pushed himself up again. “Open the door. Out. Get. Out.”

It took Callie a minute to figure out what to do, but then adrenaline took over and she managed to reach over her head, open the door, and shimmy her body out from beneath his. All the while Bennett was blowing out breaths quietly and lightly pumping his leg as she maneuvered herself out of the car and into the grass. Lucky she was pretty flexible. She looked into the cab; he'd fallen face-first onto the seat, his legs still bent awkwardly into the driver's legroom. Pulling herself together, she zipped her pants and dug her phone from her pocket. “Hold on, Bennett. I'm calling an ambulance.”

His head jerked up. “No. No, don't do that. Just open the damn door.”

She ran around the front of the truck, quickly glancing toward the fire—which was thankfully almost out—and flung open the opposite door. His right leg immediately went straight and found footing, but she realized he was squeezing his left thigh.

“What happened? Did you get a cramp?” she asked, realization dawning. As a dancer she'd had plenty of leg cramps in her day. There were nights she'd woken screaming, her calves bunched up in painful knots. Her parents would come in and rub them, help her up to walk the cramps off. Sometimes they took five minutes or more to work themselves out, pure agony.

“You need to stand, Bennett. We need to walk.” She reached over his body and rubbed where his hand squeezed his thigh. It was tight enough she could actually
feel
it. He choked out his irritation with her touch. “Bennett, come on; you have to walk this out.”

He slowly began to slide from the truck, then pushing himself up with his arms when both feet hit the ground. “Shit!”

She realized he was trying to move and get ahold of his pants, so she quickly helped him adjust his jeans and underwear so they didn't fall and grabbed his hand. She looked up at his face, his mouth a straight line, eyes squeezed shut. Her heart nearly gave out when she saw a bead of moisture leaking out of one eye.

“It's okay, Bennett. I've got you. Take a step.”