Page 107 of Everlasting Promises

I need him under me, over me … I need himeverywhere.

We’ve rarely had moments alone like this—moments we can be with each other without the worry of being caught, and I want to take advantage of every second.

Our kisses turn frantic, the energy between us blazing like an inferno. Ben presses me further into the door, and then his hands trace over my heated flesh beneath my sweater, sending wildfire blazing over my body.

His touchis everything I need.

His kissis everything I desire.

His loveis everything I want.

Never did I imagine I’d be capable of feeling this after the emotional destruction left behind when I lost Wyatt. I realize I’m truly blessed. Not only have I had the soul-deep love of one good man, but now I’m lucky enough to have it for a second time—something I know some people never experience.

I pour my heart and soul into our kiss as I grind down on Ben’s steely length.

He peels me away from the door and walks down the hallway without missing a beat. His lips never leave mine, and his kiss never falters.

My ass connects with the kitchen counter, and Ben’s hands drop to my pants to tear them away from my body. With deft fingers he has the button and zipper undone and peels them down my legs, removing them completely, along with my shoes and socks. I raise my hips to help him along, then dig my fingers into the sides of my panties to get rid of them, too.

I return the favor and push his jeans and boxers down his thick thighs, using my feet to push them further down his legs. He dips and removes them completely, standing proudly in front of me, stark naked.

My eyes devour his sculpted body with appreciation for the fine specimen of a man he is. I follow the dark happy trail from his navel to his thick cock—glistening at the tip—pointing directly at me, and I squeeze my bare thighs together, smearing the wetness between them.

Ben’s heated gaze drops to watch, and he smirks cockily. “Who’s a needy girl?”

Me.

I cross my arms to grip the bottom of my sweater and drag it over my body, sending my hair cascading down my back. Ben’s hands instantly slide around my body to release the clasp of my bra, and I breathe a sigh of relief when my breasts drop free. “Me,” I whisper.

His mouth crashes onto mine, and my hands find the short strands of his hair to hold him in place. Our tongues perform their now-familiar dance, ratcheting up our desire and my need for more. Edging to the lip of the counter, my heated centerconnects with Ben’s erection and my wetness coats his rigid length. We both groan at the contact.

It feels like forever since we’ve been together like this. Without breaking our kiss, his hand slides up my body, molding to my breast before wrapping around the front of my throat—something I’ve noticed he likes to do.

He says he likes to feel my pulse jump beneath his grip.

I like the way his grip grounds me.

It feels a little dangerous … and a lot possessive.

The hair on his thighs brush against the inside of mine, and the crown of his dick nudges my opening, so I widen my legs to give him more room and drop my hands to his tight ass to pull him into me. My mouth drops open at the exquisite slide of his thickness entering me and I hook my legs up higher so he can bury himself deep.

His kisses steal my breath and every thought in my head. He slides in and out slowly several times, and I revel in the feel of him inside of me … the exquisite feel of connecting on such a primitive level.

“Oh, shit. You feel so damn good, Hope,” he tells me, his hot breath ghosting across my cheek.

“Same,” I grunt when his hips snap forward again. I love how we fit together so perfectly.

He lifts me from the counter and delicately lowers me to the kitchen floor. Keeping his heated gaze locked with mine, he folds me in half like a pretzel with my legs resting over his shoulders, and relentlessly pounds into me like his life depends on it.

Grunts and whimpers leave my lips on hot gusts of air, and I shift my hips as much as I can to meet him thrust for thrust. My heart thumps like it’s going to burst right through my ribs as my blood rushes through my body like a tornado. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders for purchase, somewhat cognizant that I’m probably scratching him to pieces.

Our gazes meet and lock, and the heat burning in Ben’s half-lidded eyes sends sparks shooting through every cell in my body. His muscles are tight with exertion, and the vein on the side of his neck pulses in stark contrast. Sweat dots his forehead as his eyes beg me to fall apart.

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BEN

I can’t get deep enough.I just can’t get enough of Hope, period.

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