He backed me against the wall, his unyielding mouth claiming mine in a way no other man had ever managed to claim me since I’d walked away from him all those years ago. His hard body pressed against mine pushed me over the edge of control and logic. There was no longer any thought process, or hesitation. I’d wanted him from the moment I laid eyes on him again, and there was no changing that—especially not when his mouth was on mine.

His hands roamed down my curves, over my hips, and cupped my butt as he lifted me and backed me firmly against the wall. I moaned into his mouth, grabbing his shirt and yanking it up. I desperately needed to feel his skin under my fingers, to relearn what it felt like to have him. He obligingly broke the kiss off long enough for me to remove the shirt, and took advantage of the opportunity to haul mine over my head, too, without hesitation.

No complaints about that on my end.

He froze as he dropped the shirt, and for a second I thought he’d come to his senses, but then he slowly trailed his fingers up my ribcage, leaving goosebumps in his wake. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sarah.”

I swallowed hard, not sure what to say, but luckily, I didn’t have to think of anything. He melded his mouth to mine again, and I ran my trembling hands over his hard biceps. Every inch of his body had been chiseled to perfection, and it was hard not to be a little self-conscious about the fact that I hadn’t been wearing a bra under my shirt, and that I was now topless in front of a man who by all accounts and purposes hadn’t skipped a day at the gym for years.

Why’d I eat all that chicken at dinner?

But all those lingering thoughts went away as he closed his palms over my breasts, running the sides of his thumbs across my hard nipples. I dug my nails into his skin, opening my mouth to his. As soon as my lips parted, he slid his tongue inside, tasting me without any signs of the doubt that had plagued me. And just like that?

I doubted no more.

Instead, I relearned his body as his tongue and fingers drove me to heights I hadn’t seen before. Everywhere I touched was rock hard and incredibly addictive, and I couldn’t get enough of the way his crisp chest hair felt under my fingertips. I eagerly followed the trail of hair down his chest, over his abs, and to his waist. When I hit his belt, I hesitated, not sure whether to undo it, or wait to see if he came to his senses…

As if he heard my thoughts, he ended the kiss, dropped me down on my own feet again, and stepped back once I was steady. He kicked his black shoes to the side and undid his belt without taking his eyes off me, pausing only to remove a condom from his pocket before letting his pants hit the floor. Clothed only in a pair of boxers, he flexed his jaw, his hands fisted at his sides. “I’ll only ask this one time, Sarah. Are you sure you want to do this?”

I swallowed hard, taking in every detail about him. His broad shoulders. The hard pecs with a coating of blond chest hair. His narrow waist, and the happy trail that begged me to keep following it, no matter what might happen if I did. But more than all that, I couldn’t look away from the look in his eyes. He looked at me as if he might die if I changed my mind and walked, but he’d still pulled back long enough to give me the opportunity to do so.

Because that’s the kind of guy he was.

Smiling, I tugged my pajama pants down until I, too, stood in nothing but my underwear. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Ben.”

He swallowed hard, his jaw flexing. Before I could so much as blink, he was on me. His mouth collided with mine, shooting off sparks, and he trapped me between the cool wall and his hard, hot flesh. The contrast was downright tantalizing. He cupped my breasts, squeezing them with the perfect amount of pressure as he moved his hips against me, brushing against me in all the right places. I scratched my nails down his back, skimming over his shoulders and spine, not stopping until I reached the top of his boxer briefs.

Once there, I hesitated only a fraction of a second this time before sliding over his hips, to his stomach, down the happy trail, and inside his boxers. I closed my fist over his cock, squeezing the head and tugging gently. He groaned and thrust into my hand, his own slipping lower down my body to reciprocate my soft touches. When he teased my flesh, circling over where I needed him most without touching me with enough pressure to relieve my need, I moaned into his mouth, tugging on him harder.

“Ben…” I whimpered into his mouth, needing him to give me more, like, yesterday.

That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. Breaking off the kiss, he dropped to his knees, putting him face level with my belly. He yanked my underwear down my legs, lifted my right knee, tossed it over his shoulder, and buried his face in between my thighs, sending me straight to heaven without a warning.

His tongue moved over me with a perfect rhythm that sent me soaring higher with each stroke, while his hands skimmed over my bare skin everywhere he could reach. My thighs. Waist. Breasts. My butt. Nothing was safe from his torment.

Every stroke, every graze, set my nerves on fire even more. Every muscle in my body tensed and strove for release, begging for him to give me what only he could. I strained to get closer to him, pumping my hips slowly as I grasped for the unreachable until it was suddenly there, in my grasp, and lights burst into my vision as I came hard.

I pressed against his mouth, riding out the wave, and then sagged against the wall, breathing heavily. As I tried to see straight again, he rolled a condom onto his engorged cock, taking care of the protection aspect of what we were about to do. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding a loud staccato against my ribs. It wouldn’t slow down. Wouldn’t calm.

Sure, I’d been with him before, but we’d been little more than children. Clearly, he’d learned some tricks over the years since I’d been gone. I tried not to let that bother me, because I’d learned a few tricks of my own, but jealousy crept up anyway. It was my fault he’d learned this stuff without me, and that was something I’d never forgive myself for.

He picked me up, backed me against the wall, kissing me just as frantically as he’d done before he sent me shooting into the sky. Then he drove inside of me, filling me completely, and I clung to him tightly, with no intention of ever letting go again…

Even though we both knew full well I’d have to.