More than Enough (Book Two in the Enough Series)

Gemma

"This is your apartment?" I mean, it was better than still living in your childhood bedroom, but it wasn't exactly what I expected of a major league soccer star.

"Yeah," Bennett froze in place, looking over at the sofa. "Oh shit. Um, let's go into my room." He tried to shield me or hide me, I wasn't sure which. I caught a glimpse of Reed and Eden, though, and knew we must have walked in on something. I couldn't help the smirk as I shuffled along with Bennett to his room.

"Sorry about that." He grinned, closing the door. This man was grade-A man meat. I couldn't say I'd ever seen anyone as attractive as him. The minute I saw him in Brew, I was in heat. I had planned to ask Eden to introduce me once she solved her relationship issues with Reed, but I lucked out. It seemed Mr. Soccer Player was interested in me as well. Every day since then, he had made sure to come by the shop for a simple black coffee.

"No worries. I'm glad they're reconnecting." I laughed, leaning back on my hands as I sat on his bed.

"Fuck, me too. I couldn't take the pouting much longer." Bennett slid his shoes off, watching me with every move he made.

When he had popped into the coffee shop tonight, the last thing I thought I'd be doing was rushing back to his place for one night of fun. Here I was, though, and I was ready for it.

"Enough about them," I smirked, crossing my legs.

Bennet smiled in response, leaning down to me, cupping my cheek in his hand before smashing his lips onto mine. I returned his kiss with equal excitement. Our tongues thrashing, my body heating from my toes and up. I slid further back onto the bed as he crawled over on top of me.

His lips were pouty and perfect against mine, his hands slid down my arms, holding me in place. The space between my legs began to throb, aching with need; I moaned out as his lips trailed down my neck.

"This needs to come off." I whispered, tugging at his t-shirt. With his knees on the bed, straddling me, he pulled back with one hand and tugged the shirt over his head. "Fuck me." I unabashedly ogled Bennett's incredible body. He was every bit the athlete with a defined six-pack of muscle, taught, and tan skin.

"I plan to." He smirked and then began to unbutton my shirt. I laid back, admiring him as he worked. I watched as his tongue flicked over his lips as he slid the shirt off me and stared at my breasts, heaving in the blue lace bra. "Damn." He grunted, hands grabbing over them, tweaking my already erect nipples.

In a matter of minutes, the remainder of our clothes came off, and he had me lying in the middle of his oversized bed. Bennett hovered over me; the only thing separating his bulging cock from my dripping wet core was his boxer briefs. My hips were bucking impatiently, needing to feel him.

"You're a needy girl." He teased, his lips fluttering down my chest, over my breasts, and then taking my nipple between his teeth and tugging. "I'm gonna wreck you; you ready for that?" He slid back, pulling his briefs down and freeing the cock I was so hungry for. I watched as he grabbed a condom, sheathing himself before lining up with my entrance.

"Wreck me." I breathed out just as he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head as he slid himself inside of me. The size of his cock stretched me in the most amazing way. He slid out once slowly, pausing before slamming into me. I screamed out in pleasure, my nipples achingly hard, and my breathing labored. "Fuck me, Bennett." I arched my back, pushing myself against him, struggling against his hand that held my wrists. I wanted to touch him, hold him to me.

He growled, releasing his hold, and flipped me like a doll. He gripped my hips in his large, rough hands, tugging me upward so he could enter me from behind. Once he was positioned the way he wanted, he slid his hands down my arms, placing my hands on the headboard.