Free Ensenada Escapade: Destination: Desire, Book 6 by Crystal Jordan

eating Mexican right after we left Mexico.”
    “ Tacquerias have a long history in California,” Jeremy asserted. And then he launched into a dissertation on the topic. Everyone ignored him.
    After Hazel ordered and got her tacos, she snagged a table by the window. Everyone filed over to join her once they’d picked up their food, and they had to squeeze to get everyone a spot. Of course, Ben somehow managed to end up right next to Nora, so it was another round of sensual torment with him so close she could feel his every movement and smell his light aftershave. Awareness sizzled over her skin every time his leg or arm brushed hers, and a pulse of need made her sex clench. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a man turn her on by doing nothing more than existing. It was discomfiting, for a lot of reasons, chief among them was…it was Ben.
    She quickly finished her meal, and he seemed as intent on hurrying as she was. Maybe he was experiencing some of the same uncomfortable public arousal. After dabbing his mouth with a napkin, he pushed back from the table. “Hey, Nora. I need to get into the trunk of your car.”
    “Okay.” She rose and slipped her purse strap over her shoulder. “You’ll need help if you’re going to get into your bag. It’s buried. I’ll come with.”
    Hazel looked up, a taco halfway to her mouth. “I can—”
    “I’m done eating, you’re not.” Nora waved her into silence. “Don’t worry about it.”
    Because she could use a little fresh air and space away from everyone. If Ben didn’t say anything enraging, it should be fine. Not that she’d ever been able to predict what might come out of his mouth, but she’d have to risk it.
    He held the door open for her as they exited, then shortened his stride to walk beside her the two rows over to the car. She hit the button to unlock her trunk and lifted it open, wincing as the hinges squeaked. She’d need to oil those when she got home.
    “I think your duffel might be at the absolute bottom,” she said.
    He chuckled wickedly. “I don’t care about the duffel.”
    “What?” She glanced up at him, but he caught her hand, tugged her forward, and covered her mouth with his.
    This time she saw it coming and did nothing to stop him. The height of the trunk lid would hide them from view of the grad students, so she saw no reason not to have another little taste of something that made pleasure zing through her. It was rare for her to indulge her physical side, but kissing Ben was a hell of a lot more fun than arguing with Ben. His lips played over hers, soft and slow at first, but then he grew more demanding. Her heart raced and she bunched her hands in the back of his shirt, holding him close.
    His fingertips feathered over her cheek, her jaw, down the side of her neck. She shivered, arching into him. The solid length of his erection dug into the curve of her lower belly, and her sex went hot and damp. Gooseflesh erupted down her limbs, desire careening through her body. Their tongues twined, and the flavor of him was uniquely Ben. Why she reacted so strongly to this man, she would never know, but it was the most amazing jumble of emotion and sensation whenever he touched her.
    He broke the kiss, breathing hard, and dropped his forehead against hers. “This…was probably not my brightest idea.”
    “Oh.” Ouch. Not what any woman wanted to hear while she was panting with need. She tensed and tried to pull back, but he held her tight.
    “I meant getting revved up when I have zero opportunity for follow through.”
    “Oh?” She met his gaze, arching an eyebrow.
    He framed her face between his palms. “I have no regrets about last night or either of our make out sessions, for the record. I hope you don’t either, but understand if you do.” A little grin kicked up the corner of his mouth. “I’d do you again if you gave me the chance. Again and again and again.”
    “Really? Four times.” She pressed her hands to his chest,