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"Sadie's been great with taking care of most everything."

"I'll text her later to see if she needs help with anything." I don't even blink as I say the words. I mean them.

She spins around in the chair she's sitting in to look up at me. "You know I love you."

The words touch me deeply. I needed to hear them. There's been an undercurrent of misunderstanding floating between us since she learned about Ben and I. "I love you too, Lex."

"I didn't choose her because she's more important to me."

I smile at the proclamation. We haven't openly discussed it. I'd waited for weeks for her to ask me to be her maid-of-honor. A group text message one morning asking me to be a bridesmaid pushed me back into the place I belonged in her life. I was one of four bridesmaids. We're all sorority sisters, all wearing the same color dress, all standing next to Sadie. "I know, Lex."

She pats her hand lightly on her chest. "I had to follow my heart."

"Your heart?" My hand leaps to my own chest. "What do you mean?"

"I talked to Noah about who to choose." She turns both her hands over so the palms are facing up. "Part of me wanted Sadie because we've been friends for so long. The other part of me wanted you because we're so close now."

"What did Noah say?" I cock a brow waiting for her response.

"He told me to listen to my heart." She leans back so her eyes meet mine. "We all need to listen to our hearts more."

"I'm trying to," I say, knowing that for me the words hold more meaning than Lex can ever know.

"You have to, Kayla." She pulls my hands into hers. "I chose Sadie because my heart knew it was right. That's why I chose Noah too. My heart knew he was the man I was meant to be with."

My heart knows what's right for me too. I just have to find a way to convince the people I love that my heart knows best.

Chapter 6

I am in his arms the moment he opens the door of his apartment. It doesn’t matter that we haven't spoken at all since the other night. The fact that I didn't call before I got in a cab and came here isn't important to either of us. What does matter is the way his hands reached out to me when he saw me. All that I care about is the touch of his lips against mine and the hunger within his eyes.

"I've been waiting for you," he growls the words into my mouth. "I've been thinking about you every second since you left me."

It's the same for me. My appearance at his door is proof of that. "I've thought about you too," I offer weakly.

His lush lips feather a path over my cheek before they forge hot over mine. I part my mouth to take him in, drowning in the taste of his breath and the softness of his touch. I can't resist him. I don't want to. I only want to feel and let my heart guide me back to being close to him. I need that. I need to be as deeply connected to him, as I was the first night we spent together.

"I want you in my bed." His hands are on me, shedding my body of the sweater I'd pulled on over my dress. "I want to taste you. I need to be inside of you."

I push against him, inching him backwards towards his bedroom. "Ben." His name is heavy as it sprea

ds from my lips onto his. "I want this."

He scoops me up and into his arms in one graceful movement. I hold tight to his shirt as he walks down the hallway and into his bedroom. We don't share words as he tenderly removes my clothing, taking time to kiss a path over my skin as its revealed. I close my eyes, soaking in the touch. This is what I need. This is where I belong.

"Your cunt is so sweet." He's on his knees at the foot of the bed, his head between my legs. "I crave the taste of you, Kayla. I touch myself thinking about how good it is."

I pull my fingers through his thick brown hair, raking my nails across his scalp. "Make me come, Ben."

He pulls his tongue slowly over my smooth slit, stopping to rest it against my swollen clit. "You're going to come on my face." It's little more than a breathless whisper against my thigh.

I arch my back into the bed, pushing my hips up and into him. He scoops my ass into his palms, pulling me closer. His tongue laps at me with one delicious stroke after another. I cling to his head, losing myself in the pleasure. "It's so good," I moan. "Just like that. I want to come."

His teeth scrape over my clit, coaxing every sensation to the surface. He grunts into my flesh, the whispers of his breath sending me right over the edge.

I cry out his name at full force as the orgasm grips me. I cling to his hair, pulling tightly as I try to dislodge his mouth from me. I'm so aware of every cell that is crying out from the climax. My body is so close to the edge again already. It feels like too much. I can't handle the intensity and I whimper beneath him.

He flips me over with one skillful movement. I'm on my knees. His face between my legs again, kneading the flesh of my buttocks as he circles my entrance with his tongue. He slides two fingers in before he hones in on the spot that throws me back into the rush. I scream his name this time, unable to quiet anything I'm feeling. It's more than I knew existed. My body can't stop its natural reaction to his touch and his desire.


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