For one brief moment, Sophie wondered if a kiss that had probably been building up for years might turn out to be anticlimactic.
The warm pressure of Ben’s mouth on hers kindled a response that set her pulse hammering. That tiny flicker of longing that had smoldered deep inside her since he’d stepped into the kitchen of the Sandpiper flared to an inferno.
His hands moved lower to pull her harder against his warm, muscled body—she’d never been kissed like that before. All she wanted was to keep the contact, his mouth on hers, his hands on her body—it was so incredibly right. She increased the pressure of her mouth, pressing herself against him, while the thought, this is Ben, it’s Ben, kept going around in her addled brain.
When at last, he lifted his lips, she had one clear thought inside the heated haze of her mind, thank God, it’s finally Ben.
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