Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(117)

One thing was for sure, he wasn’t about to stop.

Lifting her up, he pressed himself into her as her fingers threaded through his hair, arching her chest into his. He held her ass and she gasped against his mouth, pulling away as his lips trailed down her jaw.

“I’m gonna put a sectional over there.”

He couldn’t fathom why she wanted to talk about the design right now, but he was too busy to stop her. Dragging his teeth down her throat, he gasped against her as she squeezed her legs around his waist.

“It’s gonna look great… Oh God, yes,” she moaned as he dipped his tongue in the V of her shirt. “But, but, can we pause?”

“No,” he said against her skin, nipping her collarbone before grazing his teeth against her jaw. “No shits are given about design right now. All I care about is getting inside you.”

She gave him a serious look. “But I want to tell you.”

“And I want to f*ck you,” he said desperately. “I leave in two days. I won’t get this ass for almost two weeks. Talk later, okay?”

When he went to kiss her, she put her hand up, stopping him. “It will take me five minutes, and then you can have your way with me.”

He paused, thinking it over as he held her gaze. “Actually, I can have my way with you without listening because I’m pretty sure you can’t say no to me.”

She scoffed. “Don’t get me confused with yourself,” she said, patting his chest and wiggling out of his grasp, her feet hitting the ground. “Now, as I was saying…”

Groaning loudly, he leaned into the wall, his cock throbbing in his pants. He didn’t want to wait. But like she said, he couldn’t say no to her. As she moved away from him, pointing to the long wall that held all the big windows, she said with a raspy voice, “This is where the sectional will go.” He nodded but it was hard, especially with his heartbeat roaring in his ears and all the blood in his body going right to his cock. When she started to remove her shirt, throwing it down on the spot, he paused. He drank in the sight of her pale skin against the dark red of the bra she wore, and his groin tightened as she moved to the corner. “Here will be the big, man recliner. Sorry, the gamer chair is going upstairs in the toy room.” She undid her pants, pushing them down her thighs. His mouth went dry as she turned, bending over to give him one hell of a view of her plump ass with only a peek of a red string thong.

Choking on his words, he said, “You mean collectibles?”

She nodded, looking over her shoulder at him. “Oh, of course,” she muttered, turning and going to the TV. “This will be wall-mounted.” With her eyes holding his, she undid her bra and hung it over the TV. “Good spot, huh?”

But Benji couldn’t speak. He was aching to touch her breasts, and he had almost closed the distance between them, but then she was walking toward him. Strutting in the wickedest way, she paused beside him, running her hand down his chest, his stomach, and pausing at his cock, squeezing it through his jeans.

“Damn,” he wheezed and she grinned, her eyes wicked as she held his.

“Wanna see what I’m gonna do to the stairs?”

He swallowed hard as her hand moved along his hip before she headed to the stairs, bending over to pick her coat up off the floor. Hanging it up, she started up the stairs.

“I’m gonna put up pictures of you playing,” she said roughly, her eyes never leaving his. Then she paused, pushing her panties down and laying them on the banister, her eyes half-lidded as she said, “Maybe some jerseys. Not sure yet.”

Before he knew it, he was moving.

Her lips curved as he stopped in front of her, his face at her breasts since he was down a stair. “Sounds great.”

“I thought so,” she said, moving her hands down her body. “Wasn’t it worth it to listen?”

His eyes narrowed as he wrapped his arms around her butt, holding her to him. Looking up at her, a breast on either side of his face, he grinned. “Yeah, now can I make love to you?”

Her brow quirked. “Oh, make love now?”

He nibbled at her breast. “Yeah, decided I wanted more than just a f*ck.”

“Just now deciding that?”

“Well, you are designing my house. Might need to throw in some deep, soulful kisses.”

She nodded in agreement. “Maybe a little gazing into my eyes to make me feel like I mean something to you.”

He tried not to laugh. “Yes, of course, a lot of caresses too as I move into you ever so slowly.”

“Yes! And promises of tomorrow.”

“And beyond,” he cheered, and she dissolved in giggles as he threw her over his shoulder. “I don’t want some cheesy romance novel. I want you.”

“Well, good thing ’cause I’m more smutty than cheesy.”

Grabbing a handful of her ass, he squeezed as he said, “Just the way I like you.”

“Take me upstairs, Benji. Make love to me,” she said in her best heroine voice and he grinned.

“All right, milady,” he said roughly, smacking her ass hard. She squealed as he laughed before running up the stairs and down the hall to his room. As he threw her on the bed, she grinned up at him while he removed his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Reaching for his belt, he pulled it out in one fluid movement, his gaze on hers as he ran his tongue along her lips.