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The sound of our lips parting echoed in my ears, but before she could pull back completely, I caught her face and kissed her again.
“Soo…” She began when some of the thickest tension in the room ebbed, giving us a little room to breathe. “That kiss the other day on campus… Was that your first?”
I grimaced. “Technically, no. I mean, we used to play spin the bottle all the time in middle school and high school.”
“Seven minutes in heaven too,” she mused.
“Girl, you better not have been shut up in a closet kissing some bum!” I demanded.
She laughed.
My dick wilted, and I pointed at it accusingly. “Now look. He’s mad.”
She made a sympathetic sound and reached for it. Just literally reached out and grabbed it. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from thrusting into her palm.
“Poor baby,” she purred.
“He forgives you.” What? He’s mannerless and forgiving.
“Take me upstairs, Ben.”
Didn’t have to ask me twice. I picked her up and carried her up the stairs to the bedroom. You’d think I might be worn out after a grueling swim, but hell no. I could be half dead, and this woman could crook her finger at me, and I’d crawl out of my grave.
The second the unmade bed came into view, my cock jerked excitedly and my heart started to pound. I kicked the door shut and moved to the bed, sitting her on the edge, but I backed up instantly, the urge to tackle her into the mattress almost scary.
“Ben?”
“Tell me, Jess.” The words ripped out, deep with desire I could no longer mask. “Tell me the second I come over there, you’re mine and always will be.”
“I’ve always been yours, Benji,” she whispered. “Even when I thought you didn’t want me.”
I launched onto the bed, kissing her until my lungs burned and I was forced to come up for air. Pulling back, I took in her flushed face, swollen lips, and messy dark hair spread out over the blankets.
“I’ve always wanted you,” I whispered, holding her gaze. “I want you so much no else was even a thought.”
“You’re my endgame, Benji.”
Bro, my stomach just opened up and swallowed my heart. Whole. Felt kinda good. No, it wasn’t kinda good. It was… whoa.
Holding her gaze, I lifted her hand and pressed a kiss into the center of her palm. The air in the room turned heavy but not suffocating and uncomfortable. In that moment, everything we’d been holding back for so long was uncaged and urged me even closer in her direction.
I was nervous and excited all at once, and even though it took years to get to this moment and I sometimes doubted we ever would, suddenly, it was here. She was in my arms. She was mine. And this time, it wasn’t fake. This time, it was real.
Still holding the hand I kissed, I laid it on my shoulder and stretched out along her body. Her legs parted, and I fit between them, elbows resting on either side of her so I could cradle her upper body with mine. The shiner she sported on her cheek was a bit darker this morning, and anger at whoever hurt her tried to steal my moment.
Not today, Satan. No way in hell would I ever give that assbag a chance to ruin something I’d been fantasizing about forever. Something that was mine and no one else’s.
Leaning down, I kissed the bruise, then again. She sighed softly, and my heart clutched, so I kissed the bridge of her nose, the tip, and then brushed my lips across her brow.
“I love you,” I whispered. “I love you so fucking much.”
She grabbed my ears and pulled me down, dragging me into another passionate kiss. My skin buzzed, thoughts turning faint as I sank deeper into the moment, pressing us so closely together I could feel the combined thud of our heartbeats as if they’d merged to create just one.
Flicking my tongue across hers, I pulled back to trace the seam of her lips while finding the hem of her T-shirt to push my hand beneath. Her skin rippled upon first contact, and I groaned at how smooth and warm she was. I fucking loved the differences in our bodies. I was all hard and toned from all the swim training, pretty much just chlorinated skin stretched over muscle. But her?
She was forgiving where I wasn’t, her body soft enough to mold against mine but strong enough to also retain its curvaceous shape. Her skin didn’t seem like armor, instead a warm, tangible wrapping for the heart and soul I’d loved on sight. I rubbed over her waist, enjoying the quiver of her belly as I curled my hand around the dip in her side, giving it a squeeze before dragging down over the rounded curve of her hip.
She squirmed restlessly, our lips popping apart when her head fell to the side while she panted. Sliding up, my palm settled heavily over her rounded breast, making my eyes fall closed. It was just as soft as the rest of her, fitting easily in my palm as I kneaded the sensitive flesh. In the center, her nipple puckered tight, and I swiped a thumb over it, reveling in her light whimper.
