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I’m pretty sure I do.

My head falls back, allowing him more access. “You have no idea how badly I do.”

His eyes find mine and the desire that shines through is heart stopping. “Come,” he says, taking my hand and leading me toward the bedroom.

“I’ll follow you anywhere.”

I mean that with everything inside of me.

CHAPTER 14

Ben

Her hand isin mine and my heart is in hers.

I haven’t been a monk since Charity, but none of those girls mattered. I didn’t give a shit if my scars offended them or my leg disgusted them. This time, it’s different.

Scary.

We enter her room and she turns, her arms around my neck, and kisses me, erasing the thoughts I was having. Right now, all I can think about is how amazing she feels, how soft she feels against me, and how much I want her.

My fingers grip her hips and then I slide my hands up to her breasts. They’re the perfect size. Not too big and not too small. The wolf in me grins. “Does this feel good?” I ask as I roll her nipple between my finger and thumb.

“Yes.”

“Do you want more?”

Her eyes meet mine. “I want it all.”

“Good answer.”

My head dips down and I lick around her nipple before taking it my mouth, sucking before I move to the other. She doesn’t have to tell me if she likes it. The long moans and the way her fingers are gripping my hair tell me all I need.

I lift my head, knowing for the rest of what I want to do she needs to be in the bed. I move us that way, touching all the skin that is exposed to me.

I’m not sure what I did in my life to deserve her, but I’m so grateful.

I loved her once, lost her, and now I have her back and there’s no way I’m letting go.

Gretchen climbs up backwards on the bed and I stare down at her. “Scoot all the way to the end.”

“Why?” she asks, her blue eyes full of questions.

“Because I want to taste you and I need the room.”

Her cheeks turn red, but she does as I ask. I remove her pants, and my heart begins to race when I look at her laid out before me. “You are fucking magnificent.” I don’t give her a chance to rebuke me, I lean down and swipe my tongue against her center.

I use my tongue to draw circles against her clit, listening for cues as to what she likes. I use different pressure, licking, sucking, and then she begins to grind against my face, setting a pace she prefers. Wanting to make her lose it, I finger her, mimicking how I wish it was my dick inside of her.

“Ben!” She yells my name and I continue to drive her crazy. “Harder!”

I could explode right here. Having her be aggressive and go after what she wants turns me on even more.

Far be it from me to deny her what she wants. I pump harder and suck at the same time, and then the most glorious thing happens—Gretchen explodes.

I watch as I keep flicking her. Her back is bowed, hands fisting the comforter, and she moans my name over and over.

She leans up onto her elbows, her eyes soft, her voice even. “You have to tell me...just tell me what you need.”

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