Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)(79)

Benji looked over at her and grinned. His eyes bored into hers, letting her know he’d be where they said they’d meet. But she had just left him not three hours ago. Surely, they weren’t still meeting. “I’ll meet you guys up there. I gotta make a stop.”

“Okay,” she said as she started to walk away with her family. But when she looked back at him, he waggled his brows.

Damn it. How was she supposed to get away?

Stopping at the bathroom, she waved her family off. “I gotta pee real quick.”

They kept going, by the grace of God. She was convinced Baylor or her mom would decide they had to use the restroom. Her heart was pounding, and she was about to giggle because of how absurd this was. But they started around the rink for the home bleachers. Lucy waited, ready to take off. God, this was stupid. Closing her eyes, she felt so silly but at the same time, so damn giddy. Fighting back her grin, she made a beeline for behind the bleachers, praying no one saw her.

But when she found Benji leaning against the wall, looking all sexy and carefree, she all of a sudden didn’t care who saw her. Reaching for her, he brought her in close, holding her tightly in his arms. As he moved his nose along her jaw, she melted in his arms while his heart crashed into hers. “I almost thought you wouldn’t want to see me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Oh, hush. I told you last night, or, er, this morning, that all that doesn’t change anything.”

Pulling back, he looked down at her, his thumbs moving lazily along her cheekbones. “Still, I was worried.”

“Well, don’t be.”

“Okay,” he said roughly and she smiled. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.”

Was she? She was. Crap. “I hate lying to my family. To Angie. She asked me where I was last night.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Please. I came speeding over, literally.”

He chuckled against her lips, but then he stopped, his eyes searching hers. God, she loved his eyes. They were so beautiful, so compellingly gray. Kissing her nose, he asked, “What else?” She made a face and he smiled. “Tell me.”

“I’m worried Rick won’t show up. She really wants him here.”

He nodded, his grin dropping. “Have you texted him?”

“Not yet,” she said, lacing her hands behind his neck. “I’m a little occupied at the moment.”

His lips curved, his eyes darkening as he leaned closer. “Oh yeah, we have some kissing to do.”

“We do.”

“You look really hot,” he murmured against her lips, his hands falling to her ass as she sucked in a breath.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Angie says you stare at me.”

“Oh, I do.”

“Do you?”

“Every chance I get,” he murmured before taking her mouth with his. Her eyes fell shut as her heart pounded into her ribs. When she leaned into him, he deepened the kiss, his tongue moving against hers with heated need. She couldn’t just kiss this guy. No, she had to consume him. Or he was consuming her, whatever, lots of consuming was going on, and it was freaking fantastic. When his hand squeezed her ass, his hard cock pressing into her stomach, she pulled back.

“Whoa, killer. We’ve got a game to go to.”

“Hey, not fair. Come back,” he muttered, but she shook her head.

“A kiss—one kiss—and you’re two seconds from doing me right here.”

He thought that over and then shrugged. “Am I supposed to be sorry for that?”

She laughed, rolling her eyes as she pulled away, fixing her shirt. “Give me a good three minutes before you follow.”

He rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion and then grinned. “Or I can stick my hand in the pocket of those naughty jeans and walk out there with you.”

She side-eyed him. “Want to piss on my leg instead?”

He scoffed at that as she shook her head, going to walk away. But of course, he pulled her in for one more kiss. A long, delicious one that she felt in her toes. She could kiss this man for the rest of her life and be completely fine with it.

Shit, did she just think that?

Crapola.

This time, he was the one to pull back, kissing her nose and then the side of her mouth before waggling his brows at her. “I think your mom likes me.”

“Good Lord,” she complained before pulling out of his arms and walking away. But she was smiling.

Hard.

Rushing to where her family sat just before Angie took the ice, she climbed the bleachers as Jayden yelled out, “Jeez, did you have to take a shit?”

She stuck her tongue out at him as all the parents around them laughed, and their mother smacked him hard on the arm. He, of course, was laughing like a hyena as their mom complained. “Jayden! Goodness!”

Rolling her eyes, she sat down beside her mother, crossing her legs, and pulling her phone out to text Rick.

“Honey,” her mother said as she typed quickly.

Hitting send, she looked up. “Yeah?”

“Honey, your lipstick is smeared.”

Her eyes widened as she wiped the side of her mouth quickly while her mother eyed her suspiciously. But of course, that wasn’t the end of her embarrassment.

“Hey, Paxton, that red looks good on you, buddy,” Jayden called out. And when she glanced up to see Benji coming up to them, her eyes closed.