Oh, Lucy, no. Keep your hands to yourself, she begged herself, but she couldn't. She just couldn't.

She needed him.

Moving her hands up his back, she snuggled closer against him as he inhaled deeply, his whole body moving with the breath he took. His hands tucked into her sides tighter, his fingers grazing the swells of her breasts. It was such a simple touch. No big deal, she doubted he even meant to do it. But shit, it felt good and everything went hot inside of her. Her whole body broke out in gooseflesh, totally aware of the sexy man who was holding her.

Hell, she had been aware of him since the moment she met him. If she was honest with herself, turned her fucking brain off, she'd realize that she'd wanted him more than her next breath since that moment too. But she wasn't sure she could. She didn't know how to give in to that need, and that was just sad. Because right now, she could do some pretty naughty things to this man. The only thing holding her back was the regret afterward. It would be a mistake.

Wouldn't it?

Closing her eyes, she moved her nose against his chest as his heart pounded against his ribs. She wasn't sure and that scared her. Everything was muddled. On one hand, she wanted him with the fierceness of a thousand armies. And on the other, she knew it wouldn't end well. He'd want more, or hell, she might want more. And then what? Shit, what was she doing? But she couldn't think of that for long because the rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing, and all her worries, they...they just disappeared. It was insane, but damn it, she felt so damn good.

Safe.

It was such a beautiful feeling too, something she had never felt in her life. She used to think that Rick gave good hugs, that she was safe in his arms, but she'd been wrong. So fucking wrong. Not even hugging her father, when he was her world, or her brothers was like hugging Benji.

No, this was different.

And crap, she was turned on. So damned turned on. From a hug? Jesus, she was pitiful, but she couldn't deny how she felt. How he made her feel. She remembered Avery saying that moments with her brother-gag-would cause her to hear Ed Sheeran in her head, singing so beautifully to the moment she was in. Yeah, Ed was singing, loud and clear, and Lucy was swooning.

When Benji started to pull back, she whimpered. He paused, holding her closer if possible, chuckling against her hair. "Lucy, tell me what's wrong."

She couldn't. She didn't want to ruin this moment. She didn't want to cry about the shitstorm of her life right now. No, she just wanted to be held. To be protected by this man. That's all she wanted, and she felt she deserved it. She wanted to feel safe. Was that too much to ask?

"Let me help," he whispered, his lips brushing along her hair.

Closing her eyes, she sucked in a breath and figured she owed him at least an explanation for why she was clinging to him like he was the only solid thing in her life. Which was ludicrous. She was Lucy Fucking Sinclair, she didn't need any man... But right now, she needed Benji, which completely contradicted what she thought of herself. But it was becoming really exhausting being strong all the time.

Moving her nose up his chest, she opened her eyes, placing her chin in the middle of his chest as she looked up at him. Which was a bad idea. Because now, she was speechless. His lips were pressed together, only a little curve to them, worry in those gray eyes locked on hers. She had never looked into such intense eyes. Like she really could see his soul. It was tarnished, but still so beautiful.

And shit, she wanted to kiss him.

He must have felt her realization because he looked stunned, his eyes darkening as his mouth slowly parted. Swallowing hard, he held her gaze with his eyes and time stopped. She heard nothing as he moved his hand to cup her face. Just a simple motion, so sweet, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. Slowly shaking his head, he quirked his lips and she was convinced he had never been sexier.

"I swear, I've never seen someone so beautiful as you in all my adult life."

Oh, God. Her pussy clenched as she gasped for breath. It wasn't like she hadn't been called beautiful before, but when Benji said it, it was real. Like he really hadn't ever seen anyone as lovely as she, and holy crap, it made her feel good. Special. She felt special. Crap. Crap. Triple crap.

"Really?" she croaked out, and instantly, she regretted it. Really? That was her answer? Where was her sassy demeanor? There was so much more she could have said there. Like, "Right back at you, stud." Jesus, was she Sandy Olsson? Stud? Who even thinks that? And crap, Shut your brain off, Lucy! Now!

While she was arguing with herself, Benji's gaze was on her intently, his thumb moving ever so slowly on her jaw, almost touching the side of her mouth as he drank her in. As she got lost in his eyes, the air around them crackled and popped and she couldn't move. She couldn't think. No, all she could do was look up into his beautiful face and drink him in. How his jaw was so thick, his eyes so dark, and Jesus, those lips. To feel them would be a blessing, she was convinced. And all she had to do was go up on her toes and she'd be there. Just one simple move.

"Lucy."

Just go up on your tippytoes. Kiss him. Jesus, Lucy, do it!

Yet, she didn't move. Only whispered, "Benji?"

He swallowed once more, his jaw clenching as his fingers threaded through her hair. His body was so taut, like he was trying so hard not to move. All she wanted to do was press her lips to his. But what if he didn't want it- Oh, who was she kidding? She could feel him. He wanted her.

"I want to kiss-"

Fuck it.

Before the words could leave his mouth, she went on her toes and then her mouth was moving against his.

And all hell broke loose.

He lifted her off the ground and whipped them around, pressing her into the wall with urgency. His body covered hers perfectly as their mouths moved together in an urgent caress. He felt so big, so strong, his lips so soft. It was everything she had ever dreamed of. God, yes. As she wrapped her legs around his hips, one of his hands held her ass while the other tousled her hair, his kisses becoming more demanding as his cock pressed into her soft center.

She wasn't going to make it.

When she opened her mouth, his tongue met hers as his hand slid down her body, his fingers biting into her hips. Arching into him, she moved her hands up his arms, then his neck, and into his hair. She wasn't sure how, but she deepened the kiss. His body felt so good, so hot against hers, and man, she wanted more. When his mouth tore from hers, his lips traced down her jaw, nibbling before going along her jaw to her ear, and she cried out. She didn't want to stop.

"I should stop?" It was a question, a stupid question she didn't answer. She only arched her body into his, wanting more. His hands moved up her body, grazing the sides of her breasts before sliding back down, taking ahold of her ass. When he pressed himself against her, the long, hot length of him caused her to whimper as he asked, "Shouldn't I?"

"No," she gasped and he smiled against her lips.

"No?"

"Fuck no, don't stop," she cried as his teeth sank into her bottom lip before their mouths met once more and her hands went up under his shirt, sliding along the ripples of muscles.

"Fuck," he moaned as her fingers dusted his ribs, and his skin broke out in gooseflesh. "I can't stop."

"Don't. Please don't," she moaned against his lips.

That must have been what he was waiting for because his kisses became more demanding and Lucy wasn't complaining. He kissed the way she thought he would.

Magically.

His lips were pillows for hers, and his hands, they were damned lethal. They felt her all over, and her body trembled beneath his as he quickly bunched her skirt at her waist, taking ahold of her bare ass cheeks. His fingers pressed into her as he arched against her, kissing her with what she was sure was everything he had. Had he wanted her the way she had wanted him? How long? How had he resisted her? Because she was surprised she had lasted this long.

When he lifted her farther, holding her up with his body, she cried against his mouth as his fingers moved between her legs, pressing his palm into her hot center.

"Oh, oh, God," she murmured and he answered with a growl against her lips. Moving her thong to the side, he slid his fingers inside of her and they both moaned.

"Oh, you're wet," he muttered against her lips as her eyes slowly rolled to the back of her head. As he moved his finger up and around her clit, she cried out, her whole body clenching. He met her gaze. His half-lidded eyes almost had her coming all over his hand as he asked, "Have you been this wet the whole time you've been here? Have you wanted me, Lucy? Tell me."

His demands only made her cry out more as his finger moved along her clit quickly and with efficiency. His hand was shaking, but it was getting the job done, and soon she was coming so hard, she saw lights behind her eyes as she cried out against his mouth, his name falling softly from her lips.

"God, yes," he moaned, pressing his thumb against her clit as her body shook with the aftershocks of her climax. Arching off the wall, her body vibrated, and when she heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt, she almost cried in relief.

Finally.

"Condom, shit, hold on-"

"Birth control," she muttered, holding him in place.

"Bed?"

"No. Here."

His lips curved against hers, his bare cock pressing into her center. God, he was big. A shiver ran through her body as she met his gaze, his lips moving against hers as he asked, "Here?"

"Right here," she demanded, taking ahold of him and directing him to her entrance. She had wanted wall-banging sex from him since she'd seen him in those Assassins sweat pants. Taking her by the back of her knee, he opened her more and then slowly thrust inside of her. One thrust, completely filling her to the hilt, and she was sure the neighbors heard her scream.

"Oh, oh, Benji," she gasped, holding on to him for dear life.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he practically whimpered, moving out very slowly and then just as slowly back in, both of them moaning as he disappeared inch by inch inside of her. Her whole body trembled, her pussy clenching him as her fingers bit into the back of his neck. As he moved out of her, his fingers bit into her knee as she slowly shook her head. Meeting her gaze, he smiled as his nose moved against hers, his thrusts becoming more demanding, more forceful. Each one took her breath away, her cries mixing with his moans as he pounded into her.

At one point, she forgot her name.

But when he took her behind her other knee, pressing her knees into the wall and proceeding to fuck her stupid, she was pretty sure she would never remember said name. Holding on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin, she watched him. Sweat was dripping down his neck, his shirt was wrinkled to hell, his hips were gorgeous, and fuck, he was beautiful. His jaw was clenched and she knew he was almost there. She could feel it.

But before he could come, he pulled out, dropping to his knees and burying his face between her legs.

"Oh fuck," she cried out, and she was surprised she wasn't scared she was going to hit the floor.

But he had her.

Boy, did he have her.

As he moved his tongue along her lips, she closed her eyes, arching off the wall as he sucked her clit into his mouth, and then blew on it. Crying out, she trembled as he flicked his tongue along her, her whole body going taut. His fingers bit into her knees as her fingers squeezed his shoulders, and she was sure he was going to be bruised tomorrow. She didn't think he cared, though, because he was ruthless, his tongue doing damage against her pussy. And when she came...

She came hard.

But she couldn't even bask in it before he was standing, lifting her up the wall and reentering her in one fell swoop.

"Oh, oh, oh," she panted as he started to pound into her, her body squeezing his as he pushed in to the hilt, filling her completely before doing it all over again. Over and over again, until a harsh yell left his lips and he stilled, arching into her before her name fell from his lips. He filled her as her body shook with her own orgasm, her pussy clenching him, milking him. Her eyes were shut, and as she pulled in deep breaths, she swore she had never felt this good in her life. That orgasm was due eight years ago, and still the blinding pulsation of it had her gasping for breath. Her whole body was on fire as he pressed his forehead to hers, his lips moving very slowly against hers while they both fought for air.

Good Lord, did that really just happen?

When she opened her eyes, he was watching her, his eyes dark. Yeah, she was pretty sure she was about to come again. And when he pushed against her, his pubic bone pressing into her swollen, pulsing pussy, to her surprise, she did. She came all over his dick, again. As she cried out, her body shaking, nothing but white-hot lust was in the gray depths watching her come, and boy, was it breathtaking. If she thought being hugged by him was heaven, she was wrong, so damn wrong. Because being fucked by Benji Paxton was out of this world.

And she wanted more.

Threading his hands in Lucy's hair, he opened his eyes, meeting her surprised gaze as her pussy squeezed him.

"Wow," he gasped and she grinned.

A real one. Dimples, bright eyes, the whole nine. Her face was red, her lips swollen, and her hair was a mess all falling in her face. But he thought she was the most beautiful creature known to man. And he'd made love to her. Hard.

"Wow is one way to put it," she whispered against his lips. She kissed him softly and then kissed the side of his mouth, a grin curving her lips. "Jeez, I just wanted a hug."

He chuckled, his nose moving along hers. "You started it."

"And you finished. I wasn't expecting that at all."

"Me either," he admitted softly before lifting her off the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stepped out of his jeans and headed toward his room. "But I'm nowhere near done."

He sat her on the edge of the bed. "No?" she asked as he moved her dress up and over her body, throwing it on the floor.

"Not even close to being done," he said roughly as she looked up at him, her hair a mess as her lips curved. The bra she wore didn't cover much since it was completely lace, and man, he was about to drool all over himself. "That's a nice bra."

She giggled before looking down at it, but when she went to look up at him, she paused at his cock. "And that's a nice cock."

She reached out, running her finger down the length of him and he shuddered. He wasn't going to make it through round two, he was convinced, if she kept touching him. As she ran the tip of her finger along the head of him, he covered her hand. He met her gaze, his cock pulsating so hard, he felt it in his ears.

"Keep your hands to yourself," he teased and she grinned.

"Ha, do you really mean that?"

"Fuck no, but I can't handle it." He chuckled as he leaned toward her, undoing her bra and pulling it down her arms, tracing kisses along the path the straps took down her right arm. Throwing the bra over his shoulder, he drank her in. Her breasts were like he thought they would be-gorgeous. Round, thick, and mouthwatering. He wanted to bury himself between them, but instead, he ran his tongue along her collarbone and down the valley between them before kissing each peak softly. Before he could take a nipple into his mouth, she reached for his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled back, helping her remove the shirt before throwing it on the floor with her bra and dress.

When she made a sound of pleasure, he had to fight back the grin. Her face was so cute, all flushed, and he wanted to kiss her. Damn bad. So he did, and when she smiled, he smiled too.

This was just right.

God, it felt so right.

Pulling back, he looked down at her as her fingers moved along his chest and abs. "Good Lord, for a guy who collects toys, you obviously don't miss gym time," she said, running her fingers along where his tattoo for Ava and Leary laid. She looked at it for a moment and then back up at him. He waited for her to ask, held his breath, wondering if he should tell her or do what the guys said. Hold that back, wait for the right moment. Hot and heavy sexy time didn't seem like the right moment. Might be a mood killer; he wasn't sure. He couldn't lie about them, wouldn't lie, but he didn't want to ruin this. This was awesome. Perfect, even.

Thankfully, though, she didn't ask. Instead, she brought him down on top of her, slowly lying back as their mouths met. He braced himself up, his mouth moving with hers as he fell between her legs, the warmth from her center teasing his growing cock. Moving his hands up, one went into her hair, and Lord, her hair was so soft. He had thought it would be, but feeling it in his hand was a whole other thing. It was flawless.

She was his kind of perfect.

Shaking, he cupped her breast, his thumb moving along her taut nipple as she arched up into his hand. Her mouth glided along his, their kisses burning hot and so consuming. As her hands came up onto his shoulders that were still aching from her nails, he pressed into her and she moaned against his lips. His mind went to mush. She was so responsive, so hot, and he was thanking his lucky stars he'd hugged her.

This was all from a hug.

It was one pretty fucking great hug.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed down her jaw, her neck, his teeth scoring her skin and nibbling at her as she squirmed and whispered his name. She slid her fingers into his hair as he kissed down the center of her chest, licking each globe of her breasts before bringing a nipple between his lips. She cried out, her legs squeezing his waist as she moved herself along his cock. God, she was so wet, and it felt so good, but he wanted this to last.

He never wanted it to end.

He wanted to taste her again. Yeah, that's what he wanted. Or he wasn't going to last. Inching down her belly, he kissed her hip bone and then moved over to the other one as she trembled, her legs shaking. He kissed her other hip before opening her legs and snaking his tongue down the length of her lips.

"Yes, God, yes," she moaned, arching herself into him as his tongue found its way between her lips. Just the simple press of his tongue to her sweet clit had her thrashing and he almost laughed.

Good lord, where had she been all his life?

Holding her open, he dove in, flicking his tongue along her clit quickly as his other hand moved to her entrance, sliding two fingers inside of her and curling up into her. She cried out as he started to fuck her with his hand and tease her with his tongue. As he watched her, her hands came up onto her breasts, squeezing them as she gasped for breath, her moans getting louder and louder with every thrust of his hand.

Sucking her clit between his lips and then biting lightly, he almost came at the sight of her coming undone. Her whole body was flushed and she broke out in goose bumps as she screamed his name, struggling against his mouth. Closing his eyes, he sucked her harder. She begged him to stop, but he couldn't.

"I can't, Benji."

"You can," he demanded, still fucking her as she squeezed his fingers hard with her spectacular pussy.