The tip of Benji’s finger drifts over the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I let out a soft sigh.
“I want you to come for me, Rae.” His lips brush the edge of my ear as he whispers, warm breath washing over my skin.
His hand moves farther down, fingers slipping inside me. Shivering, I gasp. My head sinks into his chest, and he pins me against his broad body.
This is where I’m supposed to be. This is how it’s supposed to feel when a man touches you.
Mind-melting. Body-burning. Soul-awakening.
He’s cracking me open, inch by inch, and I’m craving more of it. When Benji’s fingers work magic between my legs, heat gushes through my veins. Tingling erupts from my head to my toes, and I know he feels it.
My body tenses, and unwanted thoughts enter my head. Is this wrong? Should I stop this? Should I be pushing him away?
This isn’t why I came to Woodvale. It’s not why I bought the garage.
Benji feels the tension in my body, and he tightens his grasp over my chest. His lips dip to my ear and with soft growls, he urges me toward the edge.
“Give in to it, Rae,” he whispers in my ear. “Come on my fingers. Let go.”
I hadn’t realized I was wound so tightly—that I always stopped myself from feeling like this. That I’ve kept myself locked away in my own body for years, never admitting I might need a man’s touch.
But Benji’s hands are warm and strong, and they deliver magic wherever they brush over me. My mind holds on, trying to fight it, and Benji runs his teeth over my earlobe as his fingers find my bud once more.
With every touch, he breaks me down. Gentle, yet unwavering. He teases the pleasure out of me, bringing me closer to the thing I’ve denied myself for years.
Then, without warning, I come apart. I unravel in his arms, feeling the heat of desire rush through my veins. Back arching, lips falling open, legs spreading, the heat of an orgasm roars through my body. It cascades down my legs, making me tremble and moan. It sweeps up to my chest, to my neck, to my lips.
I turn my head, finding Benji’s kiss. He groans, catching my lips and kissing me until I go limp in his arms.
Eyes shining, he slips his hand out of my pants and holds me close.
“How was that?”
“Not what I was expecting to happen tonight,” I admit.
“Me neither, but I’m not complaining.”
I blush. Ever since I met him, he’s made me feel on edge. When we almost kissed in his garage, I thought it was the end of me.
I’ve been fighting it too long.
His eyes darken, and I reach down to feel the wood between his legs. Benji groans, closing his eyes.
“Let’s go somewhere more private,” I whisper, kissing the edge of his jaw.
When he opens his eyes again, heat swirls. His eyes, usually bright blue, look almost gray. He dips his chin down once, not needing to ask what I mean.
It means I want more. I need more. We’ve crossed a boundary, and there’s no turning back.
15
Benji
I probably shouldn’t be driving right now. I can’t even feel the power of the Aston Martin beneath me, because my thoughts are currently occupied with the woman sitting to my right.
She slides her hand over my thigh and a groan slips through my lips.
“You’re going to make me crash,” I say, my grip tightening on the steering wheel.
“Please don’t.” She squeezes my thigh. “This car is my mortgage money for the next six months, and a pot of cash to buy a cheaper car.”
I glance over at Rae. Her cheeks are still flushed, and her chestnut eyes shine more than they did before. A shy smile tugs at her lips, and my pulse races.
She’s completely different from what I first expected.
When Rae walked into the garage, I thought she was daddy’s little rich girl. I thought she felt entitled to everything she cast her eyes over.
But what I see now is a woman who’s doing her best to take care of her family. She’s selling off one of her prized possessions for their sake.
Where does Sawyer fit into all this? Is he just completely wrong about her?
Having her in my arms felt incredible. When she came in the back seat of the car, I could feel the tension leaving her body. I could see it in the way her lips dropped open. The way her back arched. The way her wetness soaked my fingers.
I glance over at the beautiful brunette next to me and she turns to meet my eye. The more layers I uncover of her, the more I feel like she’s special.
“What?”
“When was the last time a guy made you come?”
She chokes, coughing. “What?” Her hand leaves my thigh, moving to thump her own chest.
“You heard me.” I grin.
“What kind of question is that?”
“I’m just wondering. It felt pretty incredible to me, and—”
“You want a pat on the back? A gold star? You want me to tell you what an amazing lover you are and how much you rocked my world?” A grin teases her lips as she shakes her head, smoothing a finger over her brow and putting a palm to her cheek. She’s blushing.
I shrug. “Something like that.”
We turn onto the main road through Woodvale, about five minutes from home. The closer we get, the more excitement twists my gut.
Rae reaches between my legs, a wicked grin painted on her lips. “Benji,” she says in a low rasp. “You were incredible. The best lover I’ve had in a while. No one else has made me come the way you did.”
I know she’s joking, but her hand is stroking my cock through my pants, and I allow myself to believe her. I groan, trying my best to keep my eyes on
