Page 25 of Beni

Beautiful.

She knew just enough Italian to know a compliment when she heard one, thanks to her father, and Camilla’s family.

“And then,” he said, leaning in a little closer while his grin deepened into something wickedly sinful. His position gave her a better whiff of the cedar and smoky scent of his cologne mixed in with the leather of his jacket. The smell was mouth-watering—intoxicating. Everything this man was all rolled into one, delicious scent. “… what might I be able to do to make this night better for you?”

August didn’t even have to think about it. “A dance.”

“You got it, baby. Whatever you want.”

Beni was gorgeous. No doubt about it. His body fit perfectly to August’s as they moved together on the dance floor, his hips swaying to the beat alongside hers as she held her drink high when their group cheered as the song changed to something with a sexier tempo.

But it was his hands that August liked the very most. The way his hands grabbed tightly to her body, long, strong fingers flexing on her waist or hips … fingertips dragging her cami higher so that the pads of his fingers could skim over her overheated skin.

Yeah.

His hands had her thinking naughty fucking thoughts. Like what he might be able to do with them, if they were between her thighs. Or how his fingers might taste sucking on them while he was fucking her into oblivion. Better yet, if he was using those hands to hold her down as he made her scream into the bedsheets.

Yep.

Those hands of his were made for sinning.

And she wanted to be a sinner.

They ran in the same circles, she realized soon after he dragged her to the dance floor. That’s why he and his twin had come to the club—because Tom, Cam, and the rest of their friends were going to be there.

It was great because she didn’t have to leave the safety of her friends to chill with the guy she had met. Although, to be fair, she didn’t feel unsafe with Beni at all. She didn’t know where his twin had disappeared to, and he didn’t mention him.

So, she didn’t ask.

Besides, she was too busy enjoying this.

August turned a bit, spinning away from Beni to face him, but he didn’t let her get far. In a blink, his hand wrapped firmly around her wrist, that heat from his touch lighting up fireworks all through her body when he dragged her close again.

Only this time, they were face to face.

He came closer.

She stared at his eyes, the way they darkened when his gaze drifted to her mouth, and he swallowed hard. He wanted to kiss her. And fuck her—God, she wanted that, too.

“Do it,” she whispered.

It had been a long time since August partook in the club life. Well, since Camilla had been living in New York, and clubs were their scene even while they weren’t legal to drink. Fake IDs got them in, they’d have fun, pick up a guy, and head home either with a partner, or alone with each other.

She hadn’t done this in a while.

Didn’t know if she was doing it right.

Not that it mattered.

It felt right.

“If I kiss you,” Beni murmured, his tone thick with a promise that sounded oh, so wicked, “I’m not going to want to stop until I get you out of here, and in my bed, baby.”

That baby again.

She didn’t like that, usually.

And yet, she did from him.