Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(68)

“Really? He’s one of mine too, but my other favorite is Benji Paxton. He’s standing behind you.”

The cop paused and then turned to look at Benji. “Really?”

Benji nodded. “Yup. How you doing? Can I move?”

The cop smiled as he came over, shaking Benji’s hand. “Yeah, wow, it’s really cool to meet you. Great playing in Minnesota. I watched it in my car tonight.”

Benji grinned. “Awesome. Thanks, man,” he said, slapping the cop on the shoulder and taking in his name. “Listen, Edwards, call up the box office and there’ll be some seats for you come Monday, all right?”

Officer Edwards beamed. “Yeah, thanks, man!”

“No problem. I truly believe in supporting our first responders. I appreciate you keeping the streets safe from thug speeders like my girlfriend.”

Lucy glared and Edwards laughed. “Eh, she wasn’t so bad.”

“I don’t know, maybe you should arrest her to be sure. I can frisk her for you,” he teased, and he was sure he was tiptoeing the line between getting laid and getting killed once she was inside. As he wanted, Edwards laughed and shook his head.

“Nah, she’s good. You guys have a good night. Go Assassins!”

“Thanks, buddy,” Benji said as he walked to the car to open the door for Lucy. After rolling the window up, she stepped out, glaring at him. “Hello, Speedy.”

“I should go home,” she said, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Shutting the door, he reached for her, pulling her to him.

“You’re not going anywhere, you sexy delinquent,” he whispered against her lips before crashing his mouth to hers. Gasping against his mouth, she slid her hands up onto the back of his neck as he hugged her tighter to him, moving his tongue into her mouth.

God, he had missed her.

As she melted against him, their kisses became more urgent. He knew if he didn’t stop while he was ahead, they were going to get arrested for indecent exposure. So reluctantly, he pulled away, kissing her nose.

“Come on, my smooth criminal. Let’s take this inside.”

Rolling her eyes, she smacked his arm as he pulled her down the walkway. “Shut up!”

“Oh, give me a second and you’ll be yelling something else,” he promised and she took in a sharp breath as he helped her up the steps. Once inside, he slammed the door shut, pressing her body into it as he caught her mouth with his. Arching into him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her leg coming up to hook along his hip.

Pulling away, he kissed her jaw as she lengthened her neck, gasping his name. He wanted to take her right there, right then, but first, he found himself asking, “Angie okay?”

“Yeah, Jayden is with her.”

“You told Jayden?” he asked, surprised, between kisses.

“No, somehow he suspected. Any idea how?”

He paused, moving his nose along her jaw. “I’m gonna lie and say no, okay?” he said, pulling back to look at her. Her eyes were dark as stone, full of lust, and f*ck, she was beautiful. “Only because I don’t want to fight with you right now.”

Shaking her head, her eyes narrowed. “You told him?”

“Shh, kiss me,” he demanded, taking her mouth with his, and she didn’t protest or stop. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his middle, her mouth meshing with his in a sexy frenzy. She was just as hot as he remembered, if not hotter, and he swore there would never be enough time to truly get his fill of this gorgeous woman. But he was going to try. He was going to try until he couldn’t try anymore.

Lifting her away from the door, he tore his mouth from hers so he could see where he was going. She dropped the jacket she wore, and he stepped over it, heading for the stairs. She held on to him, her lips trailing along his jaw, and then his neck as he climbed the steps to his bedroom. Once there, he laid her down, covering her body with his as he pulled at the T-shirt she wore. Lifting it over her head, he kissed down her breasts, which were held by a very sexy white lace bra.

“Jesus, you’re so hot,” he murmured against her skin, dipping his hand into her sweats, cupping her *. Arching into his hand, she cried out, her body vibrating underneath his. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Less talk, more do,” she demanded, and he chuckled against her goose-bumped skin.

“Maybe I want to talk about my feelings?” he said, pulling up and looking down at her flushed face.

“Feelings?” she asked, out of breath, arching more into his hand.

“Yeah.”

“Well, here’s one: horny. I’m feeling f*cking horny, and if you don’t f*ck me, I’m gonna get myself off and go home.”

His brow quirked. “I mean, I might be down with that. Except for the going home part. But watching you get yourself off could be very satisfying for me.”

Her eyes narrowed and he grinned. “Don’t try me, Paxton.”

“Oh, baby, I’m not trying. I’m actually about to beg. Here, let me take your pants off for you,” he breathed, pulling down her sweats and thong, throwing them to the ground. Drinking her in, he bit into his lip, shaking his head. Her body was beautiful, all flushed, and her * was so pretty, her lips shining with her arousal. He wanted to drop his lips to her, suck her into his mouth, but he liked her idea better. Swallowing hard, he looked back up at her face and then nodded. “Please, don’t let me stop you.”