Page 121 of Rebellious Hearts
I hadn’t realized that I was the damsel, locked in the tower of my own fears.
And that Ben would be the knight to defeat the dragon and save me.
I’d never thought that I would be the princess to ride off into the sunset with my prince.
But now, I knew that fairy tales were real and happy endings really did come true.
When Ben kissed me, I melted against him.
This was better than any dream could ever be. He was my rock, a solid man with the confidence to take on the world, and he wanted to be with me.
The thought of having a baby together was terrifying, but it was a little less so now that I knew that Ben would be here with me, sharing in the struggles and celebrating in the joys.
And this was all I could ever have asked for.
I wrapped my arms around Ben’s neck and lost myself in the feel of his body pressed against mine. His warmth radiated into me, and his lips were soft but firm on mine, the scrape of his stubble against my chin delicious.
My body responded to him, and I moaned into his mouth.
“You have no idea how much I missed you,” Ben mumbled against my lips. “You’re everything.”
A shiver ran through my body and I wanted to be close to Ben, closer than this.
I grinded my hips against him, letting him know what I needed, and he was already rock hard in his pants.
He slid one hand onto my neck and pushed the other into my pants, cupping my ass.
I tugged his shirt up, desperate to rid him of it, my eyes drinking in the dark ink tracing his muscles. His tattoos always did something to me, making my pulse race and my body burn hotter every time I saw them.
Ben broke the kiss only to let me pull his shirt up and over his head before crashing his lips back to mine.
His thumb moved in slow circles against my skin, on my neck, as his tongue probed my mouth, tasting, exploring.
He broke the kiss again and trailed his lips along my jaw, down my neck.
My eyes fluttered shut, and my hands gripped his biceps as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. I moaned.
Ben chuckled against my skin.
He walked me toward my bedroom, his hand splayed on the small of my back while he still kissed and nibbled on my neck.
He pushed the door to my bedroom open with his foot and pushed me against the wall. I moaned as he kissed his way down my jaw, my neck, pushing my shirt away to nip at my collarbone.
His hand found the hem of my shirt and he worked it up. I lifted my arms so he could pull my shirt over my head, and I stood topless in front of him. I hadn’t been wearing a bra.
“Jesus, you’re incredible,” he said, staring at my breasts.
I blushed. He’d seen them so many times before, but he always looked at me like I was the only woman he’d ever seen.
He cupped my breasts and massaged them, and I gasped. When he rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, I whimpered, and he dipped his head and sucked on my other nipple.
I arched my back and dug my fingers into his hair.
He switched, sucking on my other nipple as he played with the first, and I thought I would combust right then, the heat in my body building, my nerve endings on fire.
He pulled away and kissed down my body until he was on his knees. He undid the button of my jeans and peeled my pants and panties down.
He pressed a kiss to my stomach, just below my belly button, and I trembled.
