Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(42)

“Yes, God, yes,” she moaned, arching herself into him as his tongue found its way between her lips. Just the simple press of his tongue to her sweet clit had her thrashing and he almost laughed.

Good lord, where had she been all his life?

Holding her open, he dove in, flicking his tongue along her clit quickly as his other hand moved to her entrance, sliding two fingers inside of her and curling up into her. She cried out as he started to f*ck her with his hand and tease her with his tongue. As he watched her, her hands came up onto her breasts, squeezing them as she gasped for breath, her moans getting louder and louder with every thrust of his hand.

Sucking her clit between his lips and then biting lightly, he almost came at the sight of her coming undone. Her whole body was flushed and she broke out in goose bumps as she screamed his name, struggling against his mouth. Closing his eyes, he sucked her harder. She begged him to stop, but he couldn’t.

“I can’t, Benji.”

“You can,” he demanded, still f*cking her as she squeezed his fingers hard with her spectacular *.

When she laughed, he met her gaze and she shook her head. “No, really, I can’t,” she gasped, pushing his head away, and he paused, a grin pulling at his lips.

“Really?”

“What? I think you broke me,” she said, still fighting for breath. Her eyes were dark and hard, beautiful. And as he lifted his mouth, he eyed her.

“I haven’t even gotten started.”

“Jesus take the wheel,” she muttered as he covered her, pushing her thong down her legs. Rolling over onto her side, she kicked her panties off and then crawled on top of him. “Maybe I haven’t gotten started?”

Benji bit into his lip as her hot, wet center descended on his swollen flesh. She leaned down, kissing him as his hands came up to hold her sweet ass. He moved her up and down on him, and she gasped against his lips and set him with a look. “I’m trying to seduce you.”

He scoffed. “Baby, you seduced me the moment I saw you.”

That surprised her, her little lips parting as she eyed him. “Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, f*ck yeah,” he agreed, rolling them over and pushing her leg up so he could enter her again.

“Hey, strong guy,” she complained halfheartedly, but her complaints were a thing of a past when he entered her fully. “Never mind,” she breathed, and he chuckled against her jaw as he pushed in and then pulled slowly back out. “As you were.”

“Fuck, I can’t handle you,” he admitted against her jaw, pressing a kiss to it as he moved in and out of her.

“I was thinking the same thing,” she gasped, her nails biting into the back of his arm. Arching into him, she squeezed his cock before crying out. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I couldn’t if I tried,” he moaned, before sitting up and bringing her with him. Sliding back on his haunches, he pounded up into her. Her breasts bounced against his chest, and yeah, he wasn’t going to last. Her * was too good, too hot, and it held him like a dream as he moved up into her and back out. Holding her ass, he squeezed as her arms came around his neck, her mouth meeting his. And just like that, he was done.

Bucking into her, he cried against her lips. Her teeth sank into his lip as he moaned, filling her completely. She tightened around him, her body trembling against his as their hearts slammed into each other. Gasping for breath, she squeezed his neck, her nose pressing into his as their breaths became one and her lips grazed his.

Opening his eyes, he found hers still closed, her face flushed and ever so beautiful.

How was he supposed to let her leave this room?

When she opened her eyes, she blinked twice before a grin curved her lips and those dimples appeared in all their gorgeous glory. Licking her lips, and his, she wrapped him up tightly as his hands came around her.

In a hug.

“This all started with a hug,” she whispered against his lips and he smiled. “Guess it should end with one.”

“Who said anything about ending?”

Her eyes widened, and then she shrugged. “I assumed.”

“You assumed wrong. I still have all night,” he said, continuing not to move because he loved the feel of her.

She eyed him. “I pinned you completely wrong. I thought you were all shy and awkward.”

His lips curved against hers. “I am, but it’s different with you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Told you, you should have gone to dinner with me.”

Her whole face smiled and she giggled. “Yeah, yeah. So, now what?”

“Sleep. I need sleep,” he said then, falling over with her still in his arms.

Cuddling against him, she smiled. “A nap would be nice.”

“Yup, because when we wake up, it’s period three.”

She rolled her eyes. “Hockey players.”

He grinned against her hair and closed his eyes. “Shush, you. Get some rest.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she demanded as she nuzzled her nose against his chin.

And as they fell asleep, Benji felt something he hadn’t felt in a really long time.

Twelve years to be exact.

Whole.

He felt whole.

But she must have worn him out more than he realized, because when Benji woke up, he found not only was it daylight…