Chasing Can Be Murder (34 page)

The ache in my groin took over my senses and I bit back a rising moan. I couldn’t get enough of this man. He was the bee and I was the nectar. He was the yin and I was the yang. He was…

Oh stuff it!

I grabbed Ben’s arm and dragged him inside the house, undoing the stud on his jeans with my free hand. “Know what, Benjamin?” I said as the door swung closed behind us and I ran both hands up under his shirt, groaning as my palms met the hard smooth planes of his torso. “I think I can feel another discussion coming on.”

“I’m all ears, babe.” Ben’s grin widened and he leant forward, kissed me soundly on the lips and then yanked my T-shirt up over my head.

As for Scuzz’s concerns, the moment Ben’s body molded itself against mine, I could tell, without even looking down, that he was definitely
up to it
.