Ben gripped the back of Hannah’s head and pulled her down for a kiss. This kiss was much better than the peck she got earlier. Their tongues mated each seeking dominance over the other. Hannah groaned into Ben’s mouth, and straddled his waist, glided her hands over his chest and arms. He was hot and hard under her, and she couldn’t get enough of him. This was what she had been missing the past eight days. His body wash was more intoxicating up close, and she couldn’t get enough. She felt drunk off the smell of him.
Ben suddenly flipped her over onto her back and sat her up to pull her shirt over her head. “I like the shirt.” He smiled broadly at her, knowing something of his had been against her skin. She smelled of him now.
“I just grabbed something out of the drawer.” She shrugged. No
