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She laughed, kissing him in return. He felt her hands wrap around his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. They tumbled into the wall knocking a picture off. Neither of them cared.
Opal pulled the closet open, and they both stumbled inside. He growled at her as she bit his lower lip. He grabbed her ass, giving it a squeeze.
She chuckled. "I'm going to guess you won the second round?"
He nodded, lifting her off the ground and pressing her against the wall. He inhaled her scent, running his hands up her body. "I did, and I earned myself a make-out session."
She smiled back at him. "I believe you did."
He leaned into her, feeling her heat. He could also smell her, which made him growl softer at her. "I can smell your excitement."
He watched her blush, but she didn't break away from him. Her fingers tightened around him. "Well, then you better win the last round, and we can move on to the main event. God knows I want to."
He liked the sound of it, and he liked it even more now that it was coming from her lips. He smirked at her, kissing her once more. He was determined to win the tournament and do it all for her.
Chapter 11
Opal
Opal stood back and watched the tournament from her facilitator's booth. The lively crowd clung to the edges of their seats as the end of the competition drew close. It wouldn't be much longer before a winner was announced. It thrilled her while simultaneously filling her with a sense of dread. One she refused to acknowledge.
Benton had delivered. He exited the victor of every match he entered. Each time his name moved up on the scoreboard, excitement washed over her, crisp and new. Watching Benton in his element was pure magic. She drank him in. All of him. Every small gesture, savoring every smirk that teased his lips, the way his eyebrows would rise when his interest was piqued, everything that’s often forgotten with time and comfortability. She would never get enough of him.
His face was a blank storm, stoic and unchanging. It sent chills down her spine. She wondered how someone could be so deliciously balanced, the perfect combination of playful and predator. Her tiger prowled beneath her skin, eager for the next break between the matches and the moments when the true allure of his duality would crack the mask, and passion would consume ambition. She resisted the urge to shutter.
That man had a poker face she wanted to sit on.
That’s my girl,her tiger said enthusiastically.
For once, she didn't disagree with her. As much as she enjoyed watching Benton demolish the scoreboard, she enjoyed his breaks more. He would come off a win, his body revved up to a boiling point. Next thing she knew, he was whisking her away into some hidden office or an empty room, and his lips were on her. Desire burned between them, sending the pools of her lust to a peak. His smoky, masculine scent filled her nose, unraveling the limited restraint she possessed.
His mouth was hard and demanding. They melded into one, their tigers calling out to each other. She felt the ebb and flow of his desires as he stroked her flames, sending her mind into a vortex of primal appetite. She rode the height of his need, dizzy and breathless. Each kiss drove her until she was suspended, inching her way toward the only thing that could satisfy the fire.
Then she would fall.
He would pull away, dousing them in ice as time called him back to the table. Each time her tiger fought harder to follow Benton, blinded by her need for more.
Opal drew her eyes from the board and searched through her already complete itinerary in hopes of finding something to do. She cursed her perfectionism as she was forced to admit that she had nothing to distract herself with.
Violet walked up to her just as she was about to give in to her anxiety and reorganize the drink table. Her long ebony hair fell like a sheet of silk around her. She placed a hand on her hip, looking carefully into her eyes. Opal fought the urge to bounce from one foot to the other.
A smile teased the corners of Violet’s mouth. “Thinking about Benton?”
“No.”
She raised a dark brow, pursing her lips slightly. “Are we already in the denial stage?”
“I’m not in denial. I just wasn’t thinking about him.” The lie made her tongue thick. “I was just thinking about how great this is turning out.”
Opal held back a wince at the blatant subject change. She wasn't ready to think about any of the emotions she was feeling. Benton was causing a hurricane inside her, and she needed to settle the storm so she could think clearly. She only hoped Violet was generous enough to take her lead.
“Better than even I could have predicted.” She smiled mercifully. “It looks like we’re going to win.”
“Hell, yeah, we are,” she said, glancing at the scoreboard. “We really did luck out when we got Benton on our team. Did you know he’s…”
Violet cut her off.
“The best in the world, I know,” she said with an eye roll.
