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Feeling a shared warmth and contentment, I wanted nothing more than to touch her again—to feel her skin and become reacquainted with that sensation.

It had been some time since we indulged in one another, and that longing sat heavily in my chest. After spending quality time together and seeing different sides of each other, my heart was fuller than it ever had been.

When I looked at her, I didn’t just see a reluctant young woman simply putting up with me anymore. By then, I saw my wife. The woman I couldn’t help but long for.

Chapter 19 - Gemma

I hardly had the chance to get in the house and put the fish down on the counter before Ben was on me with a swift, easy stride.

Without wasting a moment, his hand cradled my cheek and he moved in, lips on mine. The abruptness of his affection startled me, but with the chance to regain my bearings, I relaxed into the touch.

As his hand fell to my hip, Ben pulled me flush against his body and deepened the kiss, sighing at the way our lips melded together.

My head was spinning for a moment as he led that dance with expertise, immediately succumbing to the addictive feeling of his lips against mine.

While I appreciated his previous efforts to take things slower and not indulge when we could’ve, feeling his hands and lips on me brought me such a feeling of relief, almost like a difficult situation had finally passed, and I could simply give in to what I wanted.

I didn’t have the self-restraint to care about resisting or considering if it would be wiser for us to further deepen our connection first. After our time together on the boardwalk, feeling like I had the chance to see a different side of Ben, it didn’t seem necessary to hold out. I wanted him even more after seeing so much of his charming smile throughout the evening and listening to his rare yet appreciated moments of reverence for his childhood.

I had fun with him, and I fully intended to keep that momentum going.

Without even needing to ask, Ben began guiding us backward, struggling to walk and maintain our lip-locked state, causing us to both laugh breathlessly as we navigated through the house. Despite bumping into the occasional wall or piece of furniture, neither of us cared. We were too wrapped up in each other to worry about anything other than soaking in those addictive kisses.

Even if we easily could’ve taken the moment to focus on heading upstairs, we were too caught up to want to stop. I had grown far too accustomed to the feeling of our mouths moving with such ease that I didn’t want it to end.

When we hit the second floor, our roaming hands became greedy as they gripped and yanked at fabric, urgently pulling each other’s clothes off until there was rumpled material all over the hallway floor leading to the bedroom.

The intensity of our kiss grew as my back bumped up against the closed bedroom door, allowing Ben to swoop in and cage me against it, body pressed to mine so tightly, I was amazed he wasn’t inside me already.

Ben muffled a groan into my mouth as he kissed me deeply, starved and in need of the release we both wanted. He rolled his pelvis against mine as he captured my bottom lip between his teeth, sounding ravenous as a growling noise reverberated in his chest.

I was already beyond ready for him as he reached for the doorknob and twisted it open, carefully guiding me back into the room without breaking that feverish kiss.

Even without a drop of booze in my system, I felt completely drunk on him, and that addict brain of mine could already feel the excited rush of what was to come—knowing I’d get my next fix sooner rather than later.

In our race to get to the bed, there was no need for words. I could feel every ounce of Ben’s desire and devotion in his kiss and the way he held me so tightly, it was a wonder I didn’t bruise.

My shuffled steps back stopped the moment I felt the mattress against the backs of my legs, and with Ben’s guidance, I was lowered onto the bed.

I half expected him to pin me there, but instead, he pressed a quick kiss against my lips before slinking to his knees and pressing more affection against my legs. He parted them with ease and continued his trail up my thighs.

My breath caught in my throat at the sight of him down there, feeling as his fingers hooked into my panties and brushed against my skin. It sent a shiver through me as he removed the last bit of fabric from my body and pressed his lips closer to where I needed him the most.

I shuddered the moment he brushed against my core, kissing my clit before he swiped at it with his tongue with a sinful gleam in his eyes. Heaving out a breath as he continued making those slow yet deep strokes against me, my mind spun.

Regardless of anything else going on, I zeroed in on his attentions, in disbelief at how the combination of his unwavering gaze and skilled tongue made me feel.

Instinctively, my fingers dug into the sheets beneath me while Ben hummed his approval as he tasted me, eyes veiled by a sudden influx of even more desire. I moaned the moment his mouth clamped down on me, and he feasted as if it were his last meal.

I whimpered at the rush of sensations that rocked me completely, thighs flanking either side of his face, caging him there while he worked his ministrations.

But Ben didn’t mind. Instead, it only put him in more of a frenzy as he devoured me, wrapping his strong hands around my thighs to keep me still. He groaned every time I clenched around him, urging him on.

That knot within me was quick to tighten from his unrelenting movements that pushed me closer and closer to the edge. As the sensations grew intense while he alternated between licking and eagerly suckling, I ran my fingers through his hair and gave the occasional tug whenever he did something particularly stimulating.

With that pleasure building more pressure within me, I could feel myself tensing as the beginning traces of my release loomed overhead, promising the bliss I wanted more than anything at the moment.

But right as I sat on the edge of that ecstasy, Ben moved back and kissed my inner thigh, effectively robbing me of that pleasure. To my dismay, I was left to feel that absence and an even more intense sense of desperation.

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