“Ben?” I call quietly. He rounds the corner a few seconds later.Standing in the doorway to the kitchen wearing boxer briefs. He looks tired andruns his hand through his hair. When his eyes finally meet mine his mouth fallsopen in surprise and I run to him. I jump into his arms wrapping my legs aroundhis waist. I can’t stop kissing him, my lips press firmly against his, mytongue moving with ease in his mouth. I run my hands through his hair and downhis chest and back up again. He sets me on the table and I part my legs toallow him closer to me. He attempts to pull away, but I tighten my grip on himand continue assaulting him with my mouth and hands. When the urgency finallysubsides, my kisses turn slower and softer. He presses his forehead to mine,his hands on either side of my face, his eyes closed as he breathes heavily.
“I’m glad to see you, too,” he whispers.
My heartbeat quickens and my stomach flutters. I can’t hold backany longer and the words slowly roll off my tongue, “I love you.”
“What?” he nearly gasps. He steps back slightly and a smile buildsas the shock of it all fades away.
“You heard me.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you.” I smile and pull him to me, kissing his neck.
“God damn! Took you long enough!”
“Six years. Why’d you wait on me?”
“Krissy, I knew the moment I met you that I loved you. I’m drawn toyou like never before. My dad told me once that I’d know, but I thought he wasfull of shit. He was so right.”
“I’m sorry I made you wait.” I breathe out.
“It was worth every second,” he mutters as he leans down to kissme. His lips linger softly against mine before pulling away. I tilt my headback exposing my neck to him and he follows my cue. I stop breathing as the tipof his tongue traces my jaw and his lips glide down my neck. I breathe in hard;my fingers ache to touch him as I pull him in closer.“Not here,” he whispers inmy ear and a shiver of pleasure fills my body. He lifts me from the table, hishands gripping me tightly and I need this more than anything. When his bodycovers mine, my need only grows. Ben’s hands follow the curves of my body andwith every touch his fingers leave my skin aching for more. When he’s finallyinside me, my body is so sensitive, so acutely aware of his every movement thatit takes only seconds for me to lose myself in him. All the insecurities thatplague my life fall away and I can’t remember ever feeling this free, thissafe…this loved.
Nikki Young was bornand raised in the suburbs of Chicago where she still currently lives with herhusband and two boys. She is a third grade teacher and spends her days forcingher love of reading and writing onto a group of poor unsuspecting eight yearolds
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