This is a good idea. Possibly the best idea I’ve ever had.
Benji growls, dropping his hands to my ass. He picks me up and I yelp, giggling, wrapping my legs around his waist. He spins around, setting me down on the desk.
“I know how I got under your skin, Rae,” he says, nipping my bottom lip. Kissing my jaw. My neck. My ear.
His hand sweeps over my shoulder and across my collarbone, his thumb tickling the base of my neck.
I gulp. “How’s that?”
Benji smirks, laying a kiss on my lip. His other hand drops between my legs, and he arches an eyebrow. “I think it happened in the back of your car, when you came so sweetly all over my fingers. That’s when you realized you were mine.”
He kisses me hard, crushing his lips against mine. His hand stays between my legs and I grind against it, moaning into his mouth.
Pulling away, I pant and shake my head. “You’re wrong.”
“Oh?” His eyebrow arches as his fingers work to unfasten my pants.
I nod, walking my fingers down his chest. “You got under my skin way before that. Weeks before. I think I’ve been lying to myself since the first day I drove into this garage.”
Benji lets out a low growl, tugging my pants down. His hand drags through my slit and a groan slips through his lips.
“You’re wet.” His eyes are at half-mast, lips glistening.
I bite my lip. “Why do you think that is?”
Twisting my fingers into his shirt, I give in. I need to touch him. To feel his skin against mine. I suck in a breath as my fingers brush over his chest, the thin, white fabric stretching as he pulls it off. I let my fingers explore his body as he throws the fabric off to the side.
My hands move farther down, pulling his zipper down and slipping my hand down his unfastened pants. My heart skips when I feel the hardness of his desire. He lets out a soft sigh, closing his eyes at my touch. My mouth waters. Breath shortens.
I want him.
Need him.
Crave him like no one ever before.
My gaze finds his, and he claims my mouth again. He owns it. Kisses me hard, slipping his fingers inside me and making me gasp.
I’m done waiting. Done hesitating. Done doing everything for everyone else.
I need this. Him.
Now.
19
Benji
Well, today turned out better than I expected.
I barely slept, because all I could think about was Rae—just like every other night for the past week. Then, I came to the garage to do some paperwork, thinking that would help distract me.
Now that she’s here, though, I know it never would have worked. There’s no distracting myself from this. No forgetting how good Rae feels when she’s in my arms. No way I can turn away from her now.
I let my hand drag through her honey, loving the noises she makes. Her hand moves up and down my shaft, and I almost lose it. I want to make this last. I pull her hand away, placing it on my chest. Rae whimpers in protest, but curls her fingers against my pecs.
If she keeps touching me like that, I’ll come in her hand.
“I was wrong about you,” I say softly.
A grin teases Rae’s lips. “Does that mean I’m winning you over?”
“Despite my best efforts.”
“Even though I bought your entire retirement plan?” Her eyebrow arches.
“I’m not entirely over that.” I grin. “Business-wise, I’m not convinced. Personally? You’re okay.”
Rae laughs, the sound warming every icy corner of my heart.
The truth is, I don’t even care about the garage. I pilot part-time, I tinker with my own cars, and the garage is just a steady paycheck. Did I want to own my own business and run the garage when Harold gave it up?
Sure.
Is it so devastating that I won’t?
Not really. Especially not when Rae is sitting on the edge of the desk, her hair falling around her face in soft waves, her eyes saying a thousand things that her lips won’t speak.
My hand finds her cheek again as my other fingers are busy down lower, and Rae’s eyes close. She lets out a sigh, tilting her head toward me. Her hips grind against my hand, and I can feel the pleasure rippling through her body. I groan, shaking my head.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“Tell me,” she answers, the corner of her lips tugging up.
“It’s not fair how gorgeous you are. Not fair to other women, and definitely not fair to me.”
Rae’s eyes open again, her hand moving to my chest. It slides up toward my neck, and I know she wants the same thing I do. Fire burns in the depths of her eyes. The questions she’s begging me to answer. The yearning of her body. Aching of her core.
I know, because I feel it too.
I’ve tried to hate her. Tried to push her away. Tried to tell myself I was loyal to Sawyer and Sawyer only, but Rae has wriggled her way into my heart and made a home there.
Not just my heart.
My body. My soul.
Every cell inside me reacts to her. Pulls me toward her. Yanks me by the gut and drags me to her feet.
“Rae,” I rasp.
Her fingers brush my jaw, teasing the edge of my stubble. Her breath trembles as she leans toward me. There’s no awkward small space at the back of a car here. There’s no risk of someone else driving up beside us. No risk of getting caught.
Just me and Rae. Alone. Needing each other.
“What do you want?” I ask, curling my fingers around the nape of her neck. My other hand drags through her slit, and I relish the shiver that courses through her body.
I love the way her hands splay on my bare chest. How they inch farther down, even though I don’t want her to
