Page 95 of Ride With Me

“Yeah… I think you were.”

Husky—he sounded so husky, the edge of that growl coming back into his tone.

“It was a good dream,” I whispered, shifting forward a few inches, so I said my next words against his mouth. “I wouldn’t mind having it again.”

I didn’t give him a chance to respond, though—the temptation was too much. He was too close, and I needed to know what he tasted like. I knew the flavor of my own pleasure, and when he parted his lips and thrust his tongue into my mouth, I knew what we tasted like when we mixed together.

He kissed me just as hungrily as he’d fucked me just moments ago, and the feel of his strong arms holding me so tight they nearly crushed the air from my lungs was addicting. I let Warren lick into me until the flavor of us was indistinguishable—we mixed perfectly.

When he pulled back from the kiss, I was panting. It was dark in the room, but the small amount of sunlight slanting beneath the curtains let me see how heavy his lids were, howpleasedhis expression was.

“Go back to sleep, Benji.” Even as he said it, he pressed his lips to mine, a softer kiss this time. “We have a long drive ahead of us tomorrow.”

I slid my arms around him and nodded. I didn’t have to respond. Everything was catching up to me; the adrenaline of running earlier, the way my body ached from Warren’s thorough fucking, and the almost dreamlike feel of coming down from thelittle game of control we’d played. I was drifting on a cloud of hazy bliss. Warren’s fingers stroked through my hair and along my back—his lips whispered kisses of silent praise against my skin. His gentle touches made sure when I landed, it was among the stars.

CHAPTER 6

WARREN

If I was worriedthat I’d somehow read the situation wrong last night, the sensation of Benji curled against my chest quelled those fears. He clung to me like I was the only lifeline he had, and when I tried to shift slightly, his nails dug into my skin.

“If you even think about trying to sneak out of this bed, I’ll make you regret it.”

For someone so small, Benji sure was good at sounding threatening when he first woke up. Still…

“I was just getting my phone. I didn’t know how long you were going to sleep, and I didn’t want to wake you.” It was weird how comfortable I felt around him. I knew that there were certain people who you just had chemistry with, but I’d never really subscribed to the whole “at first sight” thing before. The universe was probably pretty smug, proving me wrong like this. I wasn’t sure if it was all some kind of chemical reaction, or if it was really as fanciful as two people who were destined to meet, destined to be together… but I couldn’t deny that Benji in my arms, Benji curling so he was half across my chest…

Benji beneath me last night, laying soft and silent and trying to hold in his moans…

Fuck, I couldn’t deny that he’d been perfect. That everythingaboutspending time with him had been perfect, and I still didn’t know his last name. Shit, I didn’t know what he was running from, or why he’d been so desperate to get into my truck.

I didn’t know anything important about him. But I knew what he looked like when his brows drew together and his lips parted in a silentohof pleasure.

Priorities, I guess.

“Well, since we’ve established that we’re both up, maybe we could get out of bed long enough to get breakfast.” His eyes slid to the window and the light that was already starting to slant across the sky. “Uh, dinner? I don’t care what it is, I’m starving. I swear, I slept like a log last night, but I feel like I ran amarathon.I wonder why that is?” He lifted his head and peeked at me through his bangs, and the way he bit his lower lip nearly tempted me to roll him beneath me again.

“There’s probably a diner close by. We can grab something before we head out.”

That was something else appealing about him. I kept weird hours, and I knew it. There probably weren’t that many people who would be content to wake up with less than two hours of sunlight left… but Benji just rolled over in the bed, stealing all the covers as he did so, and stretched like a contented kitten.

“Fuck, you’re pretty.” The words came out before I could stop them, but he preened under the compliment.

I had no reason to think that any of this could work, no reason to feel like he was mine already… but that didn’t stop me from leaning over and pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before I got up and went to the bathroom.

He was up and dressed by the time I came back out, and I noticed he’d neatly packed both of our bags and sat them at the end of the bed.

God, I could get used to this. I hadn’t realized exactly how lonely it was on the road until I suddenly wasn’t alone anymore.

Benji was in real danger of me keeping him…

“You about ready to go?” The smile on his face seemed genuine enough, and the way he bumped his shoulder into mine when I stepped up to take my bag made warmth zing through my body.

“Yeah, we just need to stop at the front office and turn in the key.”

Benji looked back at the bed when we stepped to the door. “You never settle in one place long enough to enjoy a bed twice?”

Enjoy a bed twice. The implication was clear, but I managed to clear my throat and ignore it.

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