Chapter 100: Benji

Benji kissed her mouth and eased his hand away from hers. She fumbled with the material separating them, but her hold on him grew less tentative. And fuck if that wasn't a turn on.

"Yeah, just like that," he whispered against her mouth. "Thinking about you gets me hard."

He grasped her by the hips and lifted, boosting her up the wall until she had no choice but to release him and wrap her legs around his waist. He cradled her ass in his hands and devoured her mouth, savoring this lust infused moment.

There wasn't much point in narrating what else the characters in her book had done once they stumbled into the fictional house and the guy swept the woman off her feet. It would be far more fun to simply do their own version.

Dixie's legs tightened around him and she dug a hand into his hair. She yanked him toward her. He was too surprised and eager to care if she pulled his hair out. Her eager lips devoured his, the kiss taking on a desperate edge he wanted to soothe.