Page 141 of My Heart Still Beats
I touch my tongue to hers, swirl it around, tasting every part of her mouth.
She tastes of lime and sugar and tequila and salt.
But she also tastes like Tessa. A sweetness that doesn’t come from the margarita.
A sweetness that’s all her own.
She moves her hands from mine and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me close to her.
I’m already hard, and our bodies are touching, so she can feel my arousal.
But it doesn’t seem to bother her.
We kiss, my heartbeat becoming rapid, my need transforming to pure yearning.
All that energy—the tension that has been inside me since my meeting with Dirk—I let it go in this kiss.
I move my hands from her face, grip her shoulders, slide one hand into her beautiful hair, and pull the band out of her ponytail, letting her hair flow around her shoulders.
Then I grasp a handful of it, yanking her head back as I break the kiss, trailing my lips over her silky neck, kissing her, moving my lips to her ear, and tugging on her lobe.
“Tessa…” I growl into her ear.
“Ben…” she replies on a soft sigh.
“I…”
“I know,” she says. “Me too.”
I’m not sure she knows what I mean. What I mean is that I need her. I want her. Iachefor her right now.
I want to fuck her into next Tuesday. My cock is hard as granite and yearns to be set free.
All this time I tried to go slow, not kissing her until the time was right—yesterday in the rain.
God, it was so right.
And now I want it all. To sink into her lush body and lose myself.
But no.
She cooked me an amazing dinner.
I can’t… I can’t…
“It’s okay,” she says. “Please. I want to.”
I turn her around so she’s facing her counter, my bulge hitting her lower back.
“Be sure, Tessa,” I whisper against her neck. “Be sure, because if we start this, I’m not going to want to stop.”
“I’m—”
The kitchen timer clangs.
“Crap,” she says.
“What is that?”
