Chapter Ten
Ben spun them around, ducking under the support beam and crossing to the little daybed. Hope was a goddess, all mussed like this. Eyes bright, skin flushed. The scent of her arousal mixed with the perfume she wore drove him to distraction. He could spend the whole evening breathing her in. As long as he lived, he’d never get enough of the way she was right now.
He set her on the edge of the bed, and sank to his knees, ignoring the lump of emotion and regret that squeezed his throat. Pushing Hope away was the biggest mistake of his life. He could have been her first. The bar by which she measured every other male. Instead, the bar he’d given her was for heartbreak.
Fucking i***t.
He aimed to change that tonight. To blot out every bad memory and erase all previous lovers. To
