Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)

He loved her.

Squeezing her ass, he thrust up into her, stealing her breath as she started to bounce faster on his dick. Holding his shoulders, she rode him like a champ. And when she cried out, stretching her body up and grabbing her own breasts, he could only drink in her beauty as he fought for breath. As she moaned, her * clenched around him and that did it. His toes curled, his breathing stopped, and her name fell from his lips as he came from what he was sure were the depths of his soul.

She fell onto him, and he wrapped his arms around her torso as their mouths met, her * continuing to squeeze him as he filled her. Closing his eyes, he pressed his face into the crook of her neck and shoulder and breathed her in. He never wanted to forget anything about this gorgeous woman. He doubted he ever could. Her breath, her smell, her sweat, her kisses were absorbed inside of him. Seeping into his soul. God, he loved her.

He kissed her ear and then her cheek, and she moved her head, meeting her mouth to his. As his fingers threaded back into her hair, he moved his tongue against hers, his body vibrating with the aftershocks of his orgasm but also with the love he had for her. When she pulled back, that little kitten grin on her face, her eyes locked with his and he felt it. He knew she was going to say it. Say the words he so desperately needed to hear from her.

“Thank you for today,” she whispered against his lips, her eyes searching his. “I really couldn’t have done it without you.”

Even though those weren’t the words he wanted, they meant almost the same thing. “I’m not going anywhere.”

She smiled, her eyes drifting to his lips as she ran her fingers along his jaw. “I’m starting to believe that.”

Curving his lips, he closed his eyes. “We’re making progress.”

She nodded her nose along his. “We are.”

Rolling them to their sides, he moved his hand along her cheek, looking deep into her eyes. The sun was shining brightly into the room, making the lighter parts of her hair look almost red. Her face was flushed, her body red with splotches from where he had held her, kissed her.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Grinning, she pressed her forehead into his jaw and exhaled loudly. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing that.”

“You’d better ’cause I think it’s a shame that someone hasn’t been saying it your whole life.”

Pulling back to look at him, she pursed her lips. “Shut up.”

He scoffed at that, holding her close as he kissed her temple. “Tell me something.”

“Okay?”

“What do you want to do? You pick, we’ll do. Movie, dinner, more sex—I’m down for whatever you want.”

She beamed up at him. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“Even dancing?”

He cringed since he wasn’t much of a dancer, but he nodded. “Even dancing.”

She bubbled with laughter. “But you’d much rather get a root canal.”

He shrugged, chuckling. “Eh, maybe not that far, but I would go to Walmart instead.”

She giggled, leaning into him. “Okay, well, how about we order some Chinese food for dinner and binge-watch Game of Thrones? Since I haven’t seen it and it’s apparently your favorite thing in the whole wide world.”

Yeah, he would marry her tomorrow. “Well, maybe not my favorite thing, but, yes, that sounds like the best night ever.”

She grinned. “Thought so. But if it’s not, then what is your favorite?”

He gave her an expectant look and cupped her face. “You.”

She shook her head, her face deepening with color as she pushed him away. “Come on, you’ve got my heart going crazy.”

“Good, get used to it,” he said, rolling off the bed and heading toward the bathroom. “Shower?”

“Yes,” she said, climbing off the bed and following behind him. When he stopped, she wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed his back. “I like the way you make me feel,” she whispered against his hot skin.

With a grin pulling at his lips, he covered her hands with his. “And how is that?”

“Happy.”

Closing his eyes, he let his head drift back, resting against hers. He may have made her heart go crazy, but she made his race. That’s all he wanted. He wanted to make her happy, to make her smile, to make her feel good. He knew she was still worried about Angie, about the potential custody battle. What she didn’t realize was that his love for her and Angie roared louder than any demons in her life.

More than Rick.

And nothing could ever stop it.





When Lucy woke the following morning, the first thing she saw was Benji, sleeping soundly beside her. He was naked, the blanket only covering a little as he lay sprawled out in the bed. His lashes were kissing his cheeks, his hair in disarray, his breaths deep and strong. Marks from their lovemaking were on his chest where she had bitten and scratched him the night before. They made her blush as she drank him in, but then, she was also proud of them.