“What are you doing to me, Rae?” he growls, his voice rumbling through me, igniting a blaze in my core.
I tease my fingers around the edges of his hair as my body trembles against his. Benji’s palms are on my back. His chest pressed against mine. His lips hovering. Close. So close.
“Why are we fighting it?” I whisper, dropping my eyes to his lips.
“Because it’s the right thing to do.”
I shake my head, pulling him closer. “Fuck the right thing to do.”
Benji’s eyes flash, and then he gives me what I want. We break down the invisible barrier that has stood between us until now. Smash it with a sledgehammer, sending shards of the right thing to do flying around us.
The moment his lips crush against mine, my heart flies. My feet leave the ground. My whole body lights up like a Christmas tree.
Lips devouring mine. Hands sinking into my flesh. Legs pressing against me.
I’m his.
I’ve never been kissed like this before.
Benji groans, tangling his fingers into my hair as he pulls my head back. I gasp, my lips dropping open. Benji responds with a grunt, backing me up until my butt hits the Aston Martin’s door.
“This feels familiar.” I grin.
“Should have let me do this to you the first time. The past three days have been torture.”
His body cages mine against the car, and his lips claim me once more. Tongue lashing, teeth nipping, lips swollen and wet. It’s more than a kiss. It’s an explosion. It’s all the tension we’ve tried to ignore, lighting up the world around us.
“Benji,” I whisper.
Instead of answering, he drops his lips to my neck. A shiver plunges down my spine, igniting every nerve ending along the way. Benji’s hand reaches up to cup my breast, and I arch my back in response.
I want his hands everywhere. Anywhere. I want anything he’ll give me.
The wall has been demolished. The gates have been stormed. The defenses are breached.
I’m no longer the responsible sister who wants to do the right thing. I’m not the dutiful daughter who stayed at home when her siblings left. I’m not the savvy businesswoman, grinding just to make sure her sister and nephew have food on the table. I’m not the person who changed her whole life to bring her family back together.
Right now, I’m a woman.
A woman with desires. Needs. Whose body is melting in Benji’s hands.
Benji sweeps his hand under my shirt, tugging my bra down to palm my breast. I moan, pulling him closer. His lips find mine, kissing me feverishly as he tugs at my pebbled nipple, sending fire straight to the pit of my stomach.
“Benji,” I repeat.
“Don’t talk.” His voice is gruff. Commanding. He teases my nipple, taking my lips between his once more. Pressing me up against the cold metal of my first car, all I feel is the heat roaring between us.
My fingers reach for the door handle to the back seat. I tug it open, and Benji pulls away to glance at the open door.
His eyes flash. “You want to say a final goodbye to this car?”
A blush stains my cheeks as I suck my bottom lip between my teeth. Benji taps my ass, guiding me into the back seat. I slide in, watching as Benji takes a seat next to me.
He reaches over, cupping my cheek and kissing me again. His lips taste electric. He smells like man, and in the small space in the back seat of my car, the air grows heady. Thick. Needy.
When Benji’s hand reaches between my legs, I let out a whimper. He rubs his palm against the heat of my center as my lips find his again. I reach down and feel the hardness of his shaft, letting out a soft sigh.
I don’t remember the last time a man’s erection turned me on this much. We’re still fully clothed, making out like two teenagers in heat. I mean—we’re in the back of my car, for crying out loud—but the feeling of Benji’s cock straining against the zipper of his jeans makes my whole body scream. An ache grows between my legs as hunger gnaws at my stomach. I need to feel him. Need it. Lust pulses inside me until I can’t think straight. I’d probably get my own name wrong if someone asked me it right now.
Benji shifts to unfasten my pants. I lift my butt off the seat, shimmying slightly. I try to move to straddle him, but bump my head on the roof of the car.
Maybe it’s the fact that he’s six-foot-whatever and about as wide as a barn—or maybe I just never realized how awkward the back seat of a car is—but this is harder than I anticipated. I fall back on the seat beside him, flushed and laughing.
“This space is smaller than I thought.”
“Relax,” Benji commands, his eyes hanging low as he places a soft kiss on my neck. “Don’t worry about me. It’s your car we’re sending off with a bang.”
He grins, wrapping his arm around me and leaning my back against his chest. He slides his hand down the front of my pants. I let out a sigh when his big, broad hand slips under my panties. My head nestles against his chest, and he holds me close, his hand exploring the space between my thighs.
I let out a whimper when his finger drags through my slit. I know I’m wet. I’ve felt it seeping into my underwear since the moment I stepped into the car with him. I can’t help it. Whenever Benji’s near, my whole body rebels.
It’s not a rebellion right now. It’s a full-on revolution. Benji wraps one hand around my shoulders, pulling me close so I’m relaxed against him. His arm crosses in front of me, reaching down the front of my shirt to tease my breast.
But it’s his other hand that makes me want to melt. Burn. Explode.
A groan rumbles through him as he
