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I should ask why her door was unlocked, why she’d given out free coffees on my day, but I couldn’t. The words stuck in my throat. I didn’t stop until I stood in front of her.
There was a counter between us. A physical boundary I’d be smart to respect. Instead, all rational thought flew out of my head. I was rounding the counter before I could process what the hell I was doing.
“Ben?” she squeaked.
I ate up the distance between us, stopping with mere inches separating us.
It forced her to lift her head slowly to meet my gaze. “What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you.”
Her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry—”
I growled. “Never say you’re sorry.”
My hand reached out to cradle the back of her head.
Her eyes widened more.
“It was badass, and you’re hot as hell.” It wasn’t my best prelude to a kiss, but I was incapable of reason or even caution at that point. The blood was pumping in my body like the beat to a good song, urging me on.
Her body gravitated toward mine.
I had to kiss her.
Shock and uncertainty gave way to liquid desire. She wanted it as much as I did. That was all I registered before my mouth slammed down on hers. I turned her, moving her until her ass was pressed against the counter.
I had her exactly where I wanted her.
She trembled against me before she lifted her hand to my face. Her touch was tentative, as if she couldn’t believe I was there, kissing her.
I pressed against her so she felt every dip and angle of my planes against her softer curves. I wanted her to remember the moment.
Still cradling her head, I angled her so I could delve deeper, her lips parting on a gasp. I took advantage, diving my tongue into her mouth. Dipping, tasting, and exploring.
I needed it. I needed her. The reality of her in my arms was heaven. Better than any teenage fantasy I’d ever had.She was worth the chance. She was worth the wait.
The familiar scent of coffee surrounded us, but something lighter was just underneath, flowery and sweet. It was her. All her.
My free hand gripped her hip, holding her against me as I pressed my burgeoning erection into her stomach.
She pulled back slightly, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged. “What are we doing?”
Morewas all I could think.
I easily lifted her onto the counter, stepping between her jean-clad legs before she could react, and kissed her again. I’d never get enough. She was my addiction.
Her fingers tugged on my hair at the base of my neck. She was warm and soft, and her pleas were my undoing.
My hands drifted to her thighs, squeezing. Needing more.
Every muscle in my body was pulled taut with the effort to hold myself back. None of it had been planned or thought out. I was acting on instinct.
Finally, Brooke pulled back, cupping my cheek with her hand. “Ben, what are we doing?”
Something in her expression had me stepping back. Had she not wanted it? Had I overstepped?
I took a second step back and turned my body slightly from hers. Running a hand through my hair, I said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have. This was—” I gestured at her helplessly, unable to put it into words.
