Page 79 of A Sip of Sherry

My hands fumbled, reaching for his pants and yanking at the button and zipper before returning to his face and urging his mouth to mine.His fingers popped my shirt buttons, shoving the material off my shoulders, and leaving me in my red lace bra.I silently sent up a prayer, thanking the universe for guiding me toward this choice today.

His gaze dropped to the lace.He groaned low and deep, and his lips captured mine, rougher this time, like his control had completely snapped.Goosebumps spread through my spine as his hands roamed across my body, caressing and squeezing.I arched into his touch.

Fog coated the windows, time blurred, and it didn’t matter that we were parked off some backroad.All that mattered was him.His hands on me, his body beneath me, the press of his cock against my needy center, the desperate brush of his lips on mine, the way he murmured how beautiful I was near my ear as he swiped his tongue across my lobe, then nipped it.

He shoved his pants down, and somehow, I managed to shimmy out of mine.He gripped his rock-hard shaft, and I lowered myself onto him.A cry tore from my lips as he thrust into me.

“God, you feel so good,” he said before yanking my bra down and taking my nipple between his teeth.My body arched into him, cries rumbling up my throat with each swipe of his tongue over the taut bead.

His fingers brushed between us, his thumb finding my swollen nub and rubbing tight circles.My nails dug into his shoulder.Waves of pleasure shot through me, curling up and branching out until it completely consumed me.

The world around me narrowed.White lights exploded in my vision.Life came back into focus, but all I could see was Ben.

His jaw was tight as he continued to pump into me, his grip on my hips brutal as he helped me ride out my orgasm and milk it for every mind-numbing tremor.My pace slowed, each rock of my body sending jolts of pleasure so strong, so powerful, they were almost too much to take.

His thumb pressed on my clit, and the world exploded again.My body jerked, unable to handle the overwhelming sensations.Ben chuckled, his mouth coming down on mine.He slowed his movements, his arms tightening around my waist and holding me close as I recovered.

He didn’t have to.He could have kept going, could have raced for his own pleasure to take, but he didn’t.He held me like I was precious, like the moment meant more than the release.His lips brushed my shoulder, and my heart stuttered.

This was so much more than lust.More than chemistry.It was love.I felt it in the way he held me.In the way he looked at me like I was the only thing that made sense in his world.

“Ben?”I breathed.

His forehead rested against mine, and his hand cupped my face.His lips were swollen, chest rising and falling with each ragged breath.“Yeah?”His fingers ran up my ear, cupping the back of my head.

“I don’t just want you.I need you.In my life.Every day.I love you.”

He closed his eyes tightly, lines cutting into his skin.“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to hear those words from you.”

“I waited until we were ripping each other’s clothes off in a van.”

“I don’t care where we are.We could be in a dumpster, but if I were with you, it’d be special.”

“Don’t push it.”I laughed.

“I’m not.”His mouth found mine again, but this time slower, deeper, and less frantic.It was passion and longing, second chances and promises kept.

“I love you, too,” he said against my lips.His kiss was slow, as if he had all the time in the world to lavish in this moment, and I let him, because I wanted to lavish in it, too.

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Two hours later, we made it to my house.Ben put the truck in park and turned to me.His hair was sex-tussled, and he looked devilishly handsome.

“Aren’t you coming in?”I asked as I opened the door.

“I wasn’t sure if that was a one-time thing back there or if—”

“Ben, get out of the truck and take me to bed.”

He turned the engine off and hopped out of the truck without hesitating.He came around to the passenger side just as I was about to jump out, and swooped me into his arms.

“Have you lost your mind?”I asked.

“I lost my mind the moment I met you.”He bent his head and captured my lips.“It was never mine, anyway.My father controlled it.When I say you’re the best thing that ever happened to me, I mean it.”

My eyes locked on his, his words sinking deep and marking my heart.The sound of a car pulling into my driveway echoed through the night, but my gaze stayed locked on the man who I had completely and utterly fallen in love with.

A car door slamming broke through the air.“Am I interrupting something?”Rose’s voice came from behind us.

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