Rushing the Goal (Assassins #8)

He eyed her. “You sure? I’m going to be gone for a week.”

“Okay…?” she laughed, rolling her eyes.

“Now, Lucy, I know it’s going to be so hard remembering how I kiss. Maybe I should give you another taste?”

She rolled her eyes. “Dork, I’ll survive.”

“Will you?” he teased and she shook her head.

“I gotta go,” she said as she went to walk past him, but he stopped her, his hand holding her at her hip.

“Because I think I need another taste of you to hold me over. Because, while I could never forget the feel of those lips on mine, I just want something to keep me going until I see you again.”

“Bye, Benji,” she breathed as she tried to walk away, but he took her by the hand, lacing his fingers with hers.

She looked at his hand holding hers and then back to him, her cheeks reddening as she held his gaze. Bringing her hand up to his mouth, he kissed it softly as she gasped, her lids dropping a bit into a sexy, kitten look. As his lips pressed to her knuckles, a dreamy look appeared in the depths of those green eyes and he smiled against her skin.

Moving his lips from her hand, he held her gaze, fully expecting her to pull away.

But she didn’t move.

And neither did he.

With their fingers still laced together, he could see her eyes were dark. He was sure his were too from wanting her more than his next breath. He was pretty sure if she didn’t give him a kiss, he was going to fall to his knees and beg. Pitiful, he knew, but he couldn’t let her walk away. Not yet.

Letting out a long breath, she just looked at him, bewilderment in her eyes as she mumbled, “What the hell is it about you?”

And then she was moving. He was ready, taking her into his arms as their mouths met in a heated frenzy. Shit, he had missed her kisses. Her mouth. The feel of her. Jesus, it was almost too much to handle as his tongue moved with hers. Holding her close, he deepened the kiss as her fingers moved along the base of his neck, causing chills to run down his spine. His fingers dug into her back as she arched into him, moaning softly against his mouth.

But it was too much.

Way too much.

He pulled away because if he didn’t, he was going to take her into the back of his truck and do the naughtiest things in the world to her. He was pretty sure the neighbors wouldn’t appreciate that, or hell, Jayden. So he sucked in a deep breath, sliding his nose along her cheek. Begging himself to control his desire as her lips moved against his, he opened his eyes to find that her eyes were closed ever so sweetly.

“So beautiful. So fucking beautiful,” he whispered against her lips and she grinned, leaning her forehead against his nose.

“I needed that,” she admitted softly.

“Well, I’m your guy whenever you need to hear it,” he whispered against her eyes. Closing his eyes, he took in her sexy smell as his grip on her tightened. “And just in case you forget, I’m a phone call away.”

“Okay.”

“And don’t try to be all ‘I don’t want to call him ’cause it will make him think I want him’ and not call me, okay?” he said, impersonating her. He was answered with laughter as she pulled back, looking at him. “I know you want me. It’s cool, ’cause I want you. Okay?”

“I don’t know what in the world you are talking about,” she laughed and he grinned, loving the angelic sound that came out of her sweet mouth.

And because he couldn’t handle it, he kissed said mouth once more, and then a second time for good measure before pulling away.

Tracing his cheekbone with her finger, she looked deep into his eyes. “This really shouldn’t happen. That’s why I ran.”

“What’s happening?” he asked. “I just wanted to kiss you.”

She scoffed. “Sure, and kisses lead to sex, which leads to feelings, which leads to heartbreak.”

He kissed her nose once more, his eyes searching hers. It was obvious that douche had hurt her, but Benji wasn’t that guy and he wasn’t going to do that. “Since I don’t like heartache, let’s skip that part.”

She paused before slowly shaking her head. “It’s not that easy.”

“Before it wasn’t, but maybe now it can be,” he said with another wink that made her lips curve.

But as fast as they curved, they went back into a straight line as she looked away. “I don’t know if I’ve got it in me to try. I’ve been hurt, Benji. I’ve got so much—”

Letting her go because he knew if he didn’t now, he wasn’t going to, he leaned toward her, kissing the side of her mouth before whispering against her lips, “Then I’ll help you try.”

As he pulled back, she watched him and then looked away. “You make it really hard to argue with you.”

“Oh, thank God. I don’t like fighting, but I love making up,” he said with a wink, which made her giggle. Moving toward his truck, very slowly because he didn’t want to leave, he smiled. “Good thing I have your number so we can see how much fighting and making up we’ll do.”