Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 406

Her bright eyes blinked, seeming to hold tiny, scattered stars within them.

"Vonnie, don't look at me like that." One of Bennett's hands still held the towel, while the other covered her eyes.

Yvonne's vision was obscured, and she instinctively pulled his hand away.

The moment she could see again, Bennett was already leaning in, his lips pressing against hers.

He had just showered, washing away the smell of alcohol. His skin carried the faint, clean scent of body wash, mixed with something crisp and masculine—it was intoxicating.

Yvonne's arms slowly wrapped around his waist as they kissed. When it ended, Bennett held her and sat down on the living room sofa, trying to compose himself.

Yvonne sat on his lap, her arms draped around his neck.

The lights were off, and only the moonlight and the city glow filtered in from outside, filling the quiet room with an unspoken intimacy.

Yvonne tilted her chin up, her gaze meeting his deep, eyes, which seemed to burn with an inner fire.

"Bennett, do you want me?" she asked, her voice a husky, alluring whisper.

The last thread of Bennett's self-control seemed to snap. He rolled over, pinning her beneath him on the sofa.

Kisses and caresses turned desperate, frantic.

Yvonne was only wearing a thin, white slip dress, and it was nearly in tatters from his ministrations.

Bennett, afraid of hurting her, tried his best to hold back. A fine sheen of sweat covered his forehead; he felt more nervous now than he did during his most dangerous missions.

Just as he was tentatively about to cross the final line, the doorbell rang—once, then again, and again. The charged, intimate atmosphere in the room shattered instantly.

The two bodies, tightly entwined on the sofa, both froze.

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