Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(62)

And it scared her.

She finally found someone she liked and who got her. She could complain about the shop, her job, anything, and he would listen. She didn’t talk about Rick because she just didn’t like to talk about him, but she was sure Benji would listen. The big thing was Angie, though.

“I just worry about Angie. I don’t want to bring anyone around her and have her get her heart broken. There is only so much Ben & Jerry’s, and I’m not fighting my kid for it.”

Benji smiled, moving his hand through his hair, pushing it to the side. “Let’s get one thing straight. No matter what happens between you and me, I will always care about that little girl. I can promise you that. She and I were friends before you and me.”

Lucy rolled her eyes. “I know, but it’s just different. I’m guessing you haven’t dated anyone with a kid before which is why you don’t really get it.”

Something flashed in his eyes and he shrugged. “I get it, Lucy, I do.”

“So you’ve dated someone with a kid?”

But he shook his head, his lips pressing together. “Not really, but then I really don’t date.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I’ve tried, but no one has really stuck.”

This was the first time they had really talked about their pasts. Well, his past. Her past pretty much involved Rick and only Rick. Biting her lip, she looked up and shrugged. “I haven’t been with anyone since Rick.”

“Yeah, so we are both trying to navigate through this. It has to mean something that neither of us has found anyone who matters until now.”

She grinned. “Who said you matter?” she teased and he grinned.

“You know I do.”

“Maybe.”

He rolled his eyes. “The thing is, I don’t want to do any navigating with anyone but you, and I will respect what you want. I will. Just stop throwing that kid card up at me and stop saying this won’t work. Give it a chance.”

She swallowed hard as she moved her hands down the front of her skirt. “What is this?” she asked, and as soon as she said it, she wondered why it mattered. Why did it need to be labeled?

Looking up at him, she was breathless as his lips curved. “Something spectacular. Just give it a chance, okay?”

Lucy smiled as she nodded. “Okay.”

“Good,” he said, letting out a long breath. “We good?”

She met his gaze and couldn’t help but grin. He looked so delicious and sexy, and while it bothered her that he had a way with her, she actually appreciated it. It felt good that he respected her but was quick to put her in her place. Lord knows she was a little bit of a bitch. Okay, maybe a lot of one, but with him, it was different. She didn’t feel as bitchy.

“Yeah, and I’m thinking that, next week, when we go on our date, I want you to take me back to your house.”

His eyes widened. “For what?”

She giggled. “You know what.”

“The sex?” he said so seriously, his face made of stone, and Lucy couldn’t handle it.

He was a nut.

Giggling uncontrollably, she leaned back, her stomach hurting as he watched her with a grin. Catching her breath, she sputtered with laughter. “Yes, Benji, the sex.”

He nodded, a smug look on his face. “I like the way you think, Sinclair.”

“Well, be ready because I’d take you now if I could,” she admitted, her body catching on fire for his. It had been six days too long, and while it should worry her that she was craving him like a smoker craved a cigarette, she couldn’t help it.

She wanted Benji Paxton.

Bad.

As his eyes darkened, a sexy little grin graced his lips. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how much I want you,” he said roughly. “It’s so hard being on the other end of this phone, gazing into those eyes and staring at those sexy lips. I just want to feel you.”

“Me too,” she admitted, breathless. “God, stop. I’ve got errands to run. Can’t do it all hot and bothered.”

He scoffed. “If I can play hockey all hot and bothered, you can do errands.”

She giggled at that. “Oh, that reminds me why I called,” she said and his grin dropped.

“Aw, man, we aren’t gonna talk about the sex anymore?”

“Focus, Paxton,” she laughed and his eyes brightened. “I’m gonna run by your house and check out the in-law spot, if that’s still okay.”

“Yeah, of course. You can also go inside and stay there until I get there,” he said with a waggle of his brows and she rolled her eyes.

“Anyway—”

“No, you know what I need you to do?”

“I’m afraid to ask,” she said as the front door opened and Rayne threw her hands up. “Shit, hurry, Rayne’s coming.”

“Who’s Rayne?”

“My assistant.”

“Oh, okay, well, do me a favor?”

“Benji, I will not be naked in your bed when you get home,” she said dryly and he laughed.

“So unfair. So selfish,” he accused playfully and she grinned. “No, after we hang up, listen to the song ‘Kiss Me Thru the Phone.’”

“By Soulja Boy?”