Call Her Mine (Harmony Pointe #1)- Melissa Foster Page 0,31

so in love he could barely breathe and finishing each other’s sentences. He’d even written, “That look Zane gives Willow,” which she remembered saying she was jealous of when they were at the pub with them one night.

“Ben . . . ?” Her hands were trembling. She couldn’t believe he’d remembered, much less written it all down. This was the most romantic thing ever, and it was better than movies, better than books, because it had come from Ben.

“It’s all the things you’ve said you wanted.”

“I know what it is, but why do you have it?”

“Because I wanted the night I finally told you how I felt to be everything you ever dreamed of. I planned to tell you at Bodhi and Bridgette’s wedding reception, while we were dancing beneath the lights on the back patio.”

Oh God. Her heart was beating so fast, she didn’t think it could take much more. “But you didn’t,” she said, confused. Everyone knew he had two left feet and hated dancing. Was that why he hadn’t followed through?

“Because you bought this place and said you were making a fresh start. I think, more specifically, you said you’d outgrown your life in Sweetwater, and I thought that included me.”

She flopped back against the cushions and laughed. “Oh my God, Ben. We’re so pathetic. I didn’t think you’d ever want to settle down with one woman, and I didn’t want to be the stupid girl hanging on for the eternal bachelor.”

He leaned over her, boxing her in with his hands beside her shoulders, smiling down at her with those insanely kissable lips. She wanted to stay right there, with his chest brushing hers and his dark eyes looking at her like he never wanted to look away as he said, “There is no one I’d rather be pathetic with than you.”

She didn’t think, didn’t hesitate or question herself, as she slid her arm around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him as deeply and earnestly as she’d dreamed about for far too long. His chest was hot and hard against hers as he gathered her in his arms, never breaking their connection as he lifted and shifted their bodies, so they were lying on the couch. He wedged his thick thighs between her legs, his hard length rocking against her center. The weight of his body pressing down on her was so perfect, so exciting, she wanted to feel every hard inch. She clutched at his back, and his hand snuck up her side and over her breast. That first intimate, purposeful grope sent shivery thrills racing through her body. His hand was even stronger and bigger than she’d thought, covering her entire breast. His thumb played over her nipple in slow, mesmerizing circles, and she heard herself moan.

His lips left hers, and he kissed her jaw and her neck, and then he traced the shell of her ear with his tongue and nipped at her lobe. “Is this okay, Relsy? I’ll back off if you want me to.”

“Don’t you dare,” she panted out, pulling his mouth to hers again.

He reclaimed her mouth with renewed greed, and she pushed her hands beneath his shirt, feeling his back muscles bunch and flex. She didn’t care that this was the first time they’d made out. She had wanted Ben for so long, she had no desire to resist. When he lifted her shirt over her breasts and teased her through her bra, her nipples tingled and burned. She arched up, whimpering into their kisses, wanting his mouth on her skin. He broke their kiss, searching her face, and he must have seen the invitation in her eyes, because he made a growling sound and dipped his head as he pulled the cup of her bra lower, freeing her breast. The first slick of his tongue made her moan and squirm. Her senses were already overloaded, but when he sealed his mouth over the taut peak and sucked it against the roof of his mouth, she buried her fingers in his hair, clenching her mouth shut to keep from crying out at the exquisite pleasure coursing through her. Every suck brought a pulse of heat between her legs, and when he grabbed her hands and thrust them above her head, recapturing her mouth in a penetrating kiss, she thought she might shatter into a million little pieces. His kisses were whole-body experiences, sensual and demanding at once. Possessive and captivating. Every seductive swipe of his tongue