Page 30 of Under The Cherry Blossoms
SKYE:Can you come around tomorrow at7?
BEN:7am? I’ll bethere.
SKYE:Uh no, Mackinnon,7pm.
BEN:Yousure?
SKYE:I’msure.
BEN:Okay, I’ll see youthen.
BEN:Knock,knock.
SKYE:Who’sthere?
BEN:Olive.
SKYE:Olivewho?
BEN:Oliveyou.
SKYE:I love youtoo.
Looking at the clock as I dash madly around the apartment tidying it up, I see I have half an hour before Ben is due to arrive. The apartment doesn’t actually need tidying, but I have so much nervous energy coursing through my body, I’m finding it impossible to sitstill.
It’s been three weeks since I last saw him, but he has been in contact daily, messaging me multiple times a day. Always starting with those ridiculous knock knock jokes. The ridiculous jokes that bring a smirk to my lips every time I think about them. I would never admit it to him, but I do love his humor, the way he doesn’t take himself too seriously. So different to most men. So different to my father. Because he’s not my father, he’s a guy who loves me and who fucked up. A guy who has a past that scarred him, the same way my past bruised me. But he loves me, and he’s sorry. I have complete confidence in that, and as soon as the realization hit me, I was almost desperate to see him. To touch him, reassure him. To lovehim.
The buzzer startles me out of my reverie. The clock tells me that Ben is early, and I don’t think I have ever been so grateful for his impatience. Buzzing him in, I move to the door and wait for his knock, practically vibrating withanticipation.
It feels like an eternity has passed with no sign of his arrival, and in a moment of frustration I wrench the door open, coming face to face with Ben, his arm raised, and I have to duck down to miss the knock that almost lands on myforehead.
“Shit, Skye, sorry. Are you okay?” he asks, leaning forward. Grabbing hold of me, his eyes map my face, ensuring he didn’t make contact, while a laugh escapes me. Of all the ways I imagined this going, that was definitely not one ofthem.
“I’m fine,” I answer and as his eyes finally land on mine. I feel the last shred of indecision take flight. This man is it forme.
Throwing myself at him, Ben is caught off guard, but he still manages to catch me. And there’s not a doubt in my mind that he will always be the one to catchme.
I reach for him mindlessly, my hands needing to touch him, for his solid strength to anchor me. Our mouths clash as Ben drags my body against his, moving me forward so he can enter. I hear the door slam, but my eyes remain closed as I enjoy every sensation that his touch inspires inme.
Turning us around, Ben slams me into the door, his body completely flush with mine, as though he can’t possibly get close enough. Breaking the kiss, he pulls back slightly, and I can sense hisapprehension.
“Are we going to be okay,Squeak?”
I take his face in my hands as I consider how to answer. “We are going to be a perfect chaotic mess of imperfection,” I reply, and remembering Wyatt’s words to me all those months ago, I continue, “we’re going to let the happiness bring us to ourknees.”
Ben places a soft kiss on my mouth, licking along my bottom lip before biting downgently.
“I do like you on your knees,” he rasps out with a wicked glint in hiseye.
“You’re such a pervert!” I laugh out, before he shuts me up with a kiss that is all tongue and teeth, licking andbiting.
Grabbing my ass, he lifts me with ease, squeezing my cheeks with no regard for gentleness, and I love it. His rough touch causes my pussy to clench, and I grind myself against him in an attempt to get the friction my clit so fiercely needs. With a low chuckle that sends a shiver through me, Ben asks, “You want my cock,baby?”
“Fuck yes,” I answer, with not a hint ofhesitation.
“Ah, see now, what are we going to do about that filthy mouth, Squeak? You might need to be punished.” His lips find my neck, chasing a harsh bite, with a tenderkiss.
“Promises, promises,” Isigh.
