Page 26 of Beni

August dragged her teeth over her lip before using the tip of her tongue to wet the seam. “That sounds like something I definitely want to do.”

“Don’t tempt me, woman.”

“Scared you can’t handle me?”

A warning flashed in Beni’s eyes.

Sexy, and dark.

“Is that what it is?” she pressed.

How much more would she have to push before he snapped?

Apparently, not far.

That comment did it.

He tipped his head down, closing the distance between them to get his lips on her. And damn, she felt that kiss every-fucking-where. She felt it the moment his mouth crashed with hers, the way his lips moved along her own, coaxing the seam open so his tongue could slip in to war with hers. He dominated the kiss, and she didn’t mind letting him, the taste of him and whiskey heavy on her tongue while the noise of the club faded into the background.

She’d lick that taste from him.

Suck it from his tongue.

His hand on her waist tightened, dragging her even closer, letting her feel the hard ridge of his erection straining against his jeans, and pressing into her body. His other hand came to rest on the length of her braids, although he seemed to know better than to tug on her hair.

Thank fucking God.

A sexy moan escaped his lips, vibrating into their kiss, and surely making her wet between her legs. How was it possible for her body to feel so needy and ready from nothing more than a kiss? That heat had taken over, threatening to drag her under the warmth of this man, and the scent of him soaking into her lungs with every ragged breath she took.

Hungry.

That kiss was hungry.

Between them both.

Beni pulled back a bit, baring his teeth, bottom lip trembling as he murmured, “Are you coming home with me tonight, or not?”

“If I say no?”

“Then, it’s no.”

She heard his unspoken but in there.

“But?”

“I’d still like to see you again, either way.”

All right.

“I guess you’re taking me home, Beni.”

He grinned, mouth opening to speak. It was the sounds of bullets shattering glass over the sound of the club’s music that stopped the words from coming. That, and the fact that he took her to the floor, covering her body with his own. Screams echoed all around them.

Friends calling out names.

The music scratched violently before stopping.

“Beni!”