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“And you… you love me? You’re really in love with me?” I need to hear this part again.
Preferably, again and again for the rest of my life.
Ben stands suddenly, pulling me up with him. Snaking his strong arms around me, I feel blanketed in his warmth, my head tucked under his chin, my face pressed against his chest. I hear his heart beating, and I feel his love deep in my marrow in a way that I never have before.
“I’m head over heels in love with you, Carlisle. Being away from you absolutely shattered me. You mean more to me than anyone else in the world.” He releases me and strokes my jaw lightly with his fingers, tilting my face up to meet his eyes. “I am so in love with you,babe.”
Unbidden, tears creep down my cheeks in thick rivulets. “Brent Benjamin Sutton, I love you too. So much.”
His lips descend upon mine, but when he kisses me, it isn’t merely a kiss. He worships my mouth with his lips and his tongue until I feel thoroughly cherished and adored. The intimacy and connection between us sizzle as we release months of pent-up sexual tension into this scorching kiss. Our tongues tangle as I slide my hands up his chest. This moment is everything that I have hoped for and dreamed of since December. Lost in each other, the whole world falls away…
Until the sights and sounds around us permeate my brain. There are camera flashes going off as some of the restaurant patrons film our interlude with their cell phones. Others begin to clap and whistle.
Grinning sheepishly, Ben lowers his mouth to my ear, “Come on, let’s get out of here. We have lost time to make up for.”
We run from the restaurant hand-in-hand, leaving Harper to find her own way home. But based on her smile, I don’t think she minds.
40
Carlisle
When we arrive at Ben’s house, he sweeps me off my feet and carries me over the threshold from his garage into his kitchen. Laughing, I swat his back and yelp, “Put me down. Let me go, Ben!”
“I’m never letting you go again, Carlisle.” The seriousness of his tone halts my laughter.
Proceeding quickly through the house, Ben takes the stairs two at a time. Instead of further fighting his sweet gesture, I relax into his arms, snuggling my face into his neck. Running the tip of my nose slowly up his neck to his jawline, I breathe in the familiar scent of his sandalwood shaving cream. It's an aroma I wasn’t sure I’d ever smell again.
“I missed you so much. Your smell, your…” I murmur, unsure if he can even hear me.
“I’m not saying that I didn’t miss your smell, but there’s a whole slew of other things I missed more about you,” he grins, waggling his eyebrows at me. As he playfully deposits me in the center of his bed with a bounce, he adds, “I’m thinking of one thing in particular.”
As I lean back on my elbows, I cock my head to one side, bite my lower lip and tap my finger against my temple. “Gee, I wonder what that could be.”
“Take off your clothes and you can find out.”
Lust fills my voice, as I whisper, “I’d rather watch you undress first.”
Never breaking eye contact, Ben toes off his boots before beginning to unbutton his shirt. He drops it on the floor, granting me a first-row seat to his muscular pecs, which give way to his clearly defined six-pack and v-indentions of his lower abs. I gulp. I can’t wait to run my hands up and down his chest, to reverently touch his body again. He stalks towards me as he unzips his jeans and kicks them off. As he pushes down his boxer briefs, his thick erection springs free.
Crawling up the bed on his hands and knees, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me breathless. Ben’s kiss is dominant and demanding, and I willingly submit to him.
Then Ben slips the strap of my top down my shoulder and reaches into the cup of my bra to knead my breast and pinch and pull my nipple just how I like. The slight twinge of pain feels so good, and I whimper. Pushing the other strap of my shirt down, he unclasps my bra and throws it on the bed. Ben pushes me back against the pillows and feasts upon my breasts, lapping at them with his tongue and gently biting them. My nipples pebble with desire, sending goosebumps down my arms.
Sitting up, he commands, “Arms up,” and I comply. Quickly discarding my shirt, he moves onto my jeans. Lifting my hips, he slides them off. With only the thin fabric of my black thongs between us now, he fingers the lace.
“You wore these sexy fuckers on a date with another guy?” Ripping them off me, he brings them to his nose and inhales deeply. “I’m keeping these, by the way.”
I nod mutely, heady arousal coursing through my body. My mouth is dry and there is a needy throbbing between my legs. Ben’s fingers press into my inner thighs, spreading my legs open as he lowers hishead and peppers the sensitive skin around the top of my legs with kisses. The scruff of his five o’clock shadow sends shockwaves through my system as I beg him to touch me, to kiss me where I need it most. Ben licks my folds, swirling his tongue along my clit, causing me to writhe. I fist the sheets as the powerful feelings build inside me.
“Mine. This is mine. Only mine.” He raises his head and stares directly at me as he says those words.
I nod eagerly, ready to agree to anything if he’ll just finish me off. “Yours,” I agree. “Please Ben, don’t stop. I need to feel you inside me.” My body is pleading to feel more of him than just his mouth.
And when he fills me, he fills me body and soul.
Panting and exhausted, we lie together until he finally pulls out of me, but he continues holding me close. I nestle my head against him as he gathers me in his arms tightly. Slowly as I come down from the euphoric high caused by several orgasms, I comment, “It was hot when you went all alpha male on me, claiming my body as belonging to you.”
His hand that is tracing a lazy line up and down my bare back stills. Looking into my eyes, he replies, “I assumed that it went both ways. You’re mine just as I am yours. If you want me, of course.”
