I know what I want. I want Rae. I want her everywhere, anywhere, any way. I want to worship her body, kissing every inch of bare skin I find. I want to tease out her pleasure and make her come again, and then feel the pleasure of sheathing myself inside her.
I want her lips wrapped around my shaft. Her arms wrapped around my neck. My name falling from her lips.
I want it all.
Rae shifts her body closer, her eyes begging.
“I want you,” she whispers. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you snarled at me in the garage. You, Benji.” She sighs, closing her eyes as I stroke the space between her thighs. “I’m not sure I can stay away from you.”
“So don’t.”
When Rae opens her eyes again, I push my fingers deeper inside her. My thumb twirls around her clit, and the hesitation between us disappears. Whether we’re making a mistake or not, neither of us cares. Rae came here this morning because she wanted to find me—and I wanted to be found.
There’s something between us that can’t be ignored. We’re drawn to each other, unable to resist. Not wanting to resist.
She’s everything, and I’m not going to let anything come between us.
In her eyes, I see the same. They shine as she sucks in a breath, looking radiant and soft and so fucking good.
With a growl, I wrap my arms around Rae and pull her close. She combs her fingers through my hair as I run my hands up her sides, cupping her breasts and burying my face between them.
I groan, inhaling her scent. The scent that’s lingered in my dreams since the moment I met her.
I can’t wait any longer. I can’t resist her charm. Her aura. Her sex. I can’t deny what I’ve been wanting for days. Weeks. Maybe even years, before I even knew what I was missing.
Rae is everything. She has the strength to stand up to me. The softness to make me melt. The body to make me burn. Everything about her reaches into my soul and makes me stop, look twice, and need.
There’s no more waiting. As she stands here, giving herself to me, I can’t hold back any longer.
Tugging her shirt down, I expose her breast and take it in my mouth. Rae moans, wrapping her arms around my head and grinding her body against me. I kiss her breast, scraping my teeth along her nipple. When I tug her shirt down further to expose her other breast, I hear a rip. Her shirt loosens, and I know I’ve torn it.
I don’t care. I’ll leave her clothes in tatters. I’ll tear them off her body with my bare hands if it means I get to taste her. Love her. Destroy her.
Rae moans, reaching down between us to feel the bulge between my legs again. This time, I don’t stop her. That bulge exists whenever she’s around. It’s never been satisfied, no matter how many times I’ve tried to jerk myself off while I think of her.
She’s here, now.
Mine, mine, mine.
I take her other nipple between my lips as my hands work to pull her pants down those long legs. There are too many clothes between us. Too many layers. Too many barriers.
I want her skin on mine. Her wetness dripping over my legs. Her arms wrapped around me and her lips devouring me.
Everything. I want it all.
I groan as she pulls her shirt off over her head, throwing it to land on top of my discarded top. She leans against the desk, unfastens her bra, and all I can do is stare. She’s leaning against the old wooden desk with nothing but a pair of sheer panties on.
“Rae,” I growl.
She bites her lip, and I think I might explode.
At the back of my mind, I register that this is Sawyer’s sister. Even if they reconcile, it doesn’t mean she’s mine to take. She should be forbidden. Off-limits. I haven’t talked to him about this.
But she’s here, offering herself to me.
Maybe I’m weak. Maybe I’m not the honorable man I thought I was, and I’m powerless to resist a near-naked woman standing in front of me.
Or maybe, Rae is exactly what I’ve been waiting for. She’s worth the conflict that having her might create. She’s worth any type of trouble.
Reaching toward me, Rae sweeps her hands over my chest, following the lines of my abs all the way down to my unfastened jeans.
“Are you sure?” I ask, my voice full of gravel.
Rae laughs, tugging my jeans down past my hips. “Are you really asking me that now, Benji? I’m almost naked. I’m undressing you. I had my hand down your pants. I came all over your fingers a few days ago. All I’ve been dreaming of since I met you is how much I want to have your cock buried inside me. I’m sure.”
“What about Saw—”
“Don’t,” she whispers, putting her fingers to my lips. “Don’t make me think about what I should be doing. Don’t tell me to be responsible. Right now,” she says, pushing my pants until they drop to my feet, “I don’t want to be the person who does the right thing. I want to be the person who gets fucked by the first man in years who’s been able to turn me on.”
A growl rumbles through my chest, and I’m done resisting. I wrap my arms around her, spinning her around to lean over the desk. Then, I kick her legs wide. I tug her underwear down her legs, taking my time. Inch by inch, I drag the scrap of damp fabric until she pulls her feet through, biting her bottom lip as she stares back at me.
“This is a side of you I haven’t seen before,” I growl.
“What? The naked side?” She laughs, blushing.
I shake my head. “The bad side.” I run my hands up her smooth legs, trying to contain myself. My whole body is pulsing in anticipation.
A few weeks ago, Rae drove into
