Page 184 of Champagne Nights

“I missed you more.” He kissed the side of my head.

We reached my cottage, and I slid the key card in the lock and held the door open while Ben wheeled in his luggage. I stared at him as he looked around the room.

“This is beautiful, Paisley.”

“It is. Isn’t it?” I smiled as I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist and laying my head against his muscular chest.

“Would you like a drink? I have a bottle of wine sitting over there that I haven’t opened yet.”

“That sounds great. If you don’t mind, I’ll open it.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

We took our wine and sat on the lanai while we stared at the moon glistening over the ocean water.

“How did you know I was here?” I asked.

“I talked to Keaton, and he figured it out. I mean, I didn’t know for sure, but I took my chances. So this is where you spent your honeymoon?”

“Yeah, and it’s why I came back here. I needed to revisit my past, so to speak, to start my new beginnings. I find it very spiritual here and very therapeutic. I came back to the place where we were the happiest and to put closure on the darkest time of my life. He would have wanted it that way, and being here is when I finally realized it. I was ready to come home, and I was going to book a flight in the next couple of days.”

“Why didn’t you call me or text?”

“To be honest, I was scared that you didn’t want anything to do with me because of how I just up and left. I’m sorry. You’re such a good man. I couldn’t weigh you down with my issues. I needed to do this on my own.”

His lips curved into a small smile. “Come here,” he said as he held out his arms.

I sat down on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I wasn’t happy with the way you left, but I understand why you did it. I made a promise to myself that I would wait for as long as it took for you to figure things out. I wasn’t going anywhere, Paisley. Even if you took two years to come home, I would still be waiting for you.”

Tears filled my eyes as I stared at this remarkable man—this man who was brought into my life for a reason. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his. Lips that were soft and smooth and that I desperately missed. We stole small, soft kisses as we looked into each other’s eyes. We both knew what was going to happen next, and I felt like I was ready.

I pushed my mouth into his so our lips locked, and our tongues met with desire. He placed his hand around the nape of my neck and pulled me even closer. It felt good to be kissed with such passion again and to be kissed by him. I broke our kiss and climbed off his lap, holding out my hand to him. He placed his hand in mine and stood up. The familiar ache down below was at an all-time high and begging for release. I slowly took down the straps of my sundress and let it fall to the ground, revealing my strapless bra and lace panties. He took in a sharp breath as he stared at me.

“You’re so beautiful, Paisley,” he whispered.

Our lips met again as he pulled me into him. I could feel his erection pushing into me, sending more heat than there already was between my legs. He lifted his shirt off and dropped it onfloor as my fingers fumbled with the button and zipper on his khakis, releasing his throbbing erection. I deftly ran my fingers over his muscular chest. He was in such good shape and so well-defined that it sent shivers down my spine. His hands reached behind me and unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He swallowed hard as he tenderly ran his fingers along the edge of my breasts.

“I’ll say it again. You’re so damn beautiful.”

“So are you,” I whispered as his lips trailed along my neck, and his hand ran down my torso until it met the edge of my panties. He stopped, and I could tell he was unsure or frightened because of how I had reacted last time. I placed my hand on his and guided it down until he cupped me. A moan escaped his throat as he felt the wetness that emerged because of him. My fingers hooked around the waistband of his underwear and slowly moved them down his hips, taking his thick, rock-hard cock into my hands and stroking his shaft. His moans became deeper, and his fingers found their way inside of me.

“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered in my ear.

His hot breath swept across my neck as his breathing became shallow with each stroke of his cock.

“I want you so bad,” he said as he picked me up and laid me down on the bed, hovering over me and pushing the stray strands of my hair out of my face.

“I want you too, Ben.”

His lips pursed into a small smile as he reached down and placed his fingers inside me while softly stroking my swollen nub. Arousal swept through me like a tornado, and I was already on the edge of an orgasm.

“I want you to come like this first before I make love to you.”

I lifted my hips and threw back my head as I begged him not to stop.

“I’ll never stop,” he said as he made circles around my swollen nub while moving his fingers around inside of me, bringing my body pleasure and sending me into an exploding orgasm that left me breathless.

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