Pleasure that almost hurts starts to unfurl in the pit of my stomach. My toes literally curl, digging into the flesh on his back. My body jerks as wave after wave of euphoria crashes over me, hitting me so hard that I can’t stop the scream that bubbles out.
In one swift move, his mouth is on mine, and he’s surging inside me, driving into me hard enough to force me up higher on the bed. His lips seal against mine, swallowing the sounds escaping, and his hips continue their hard, but slow thrusts.
It’s so different than it has been. I love kissing him, feeling that connection. It feels good; it feels right. His thrusts turn into a rocking motion, gentling as he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and tugs it with his teeth.
Then our eyes meet as he releases my lip, and the intensity of his gaze sears deep inside me. It only seems to make each touch better, stronger… as though it means so much more than it has.
My hands go to his hair as a sheen of sweat gathers over our bodies, but he continues the slow, tormenting pace. His lips come down on mine, and he kisses me almost lazily.
If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this was Drex Caine’s version of making love to me.
His fingers entwine with mine, and he lifts my hands above my head until they’re flat against the pillow. His body moves against mine, skin against skin, and his slow thrusts continue hitting deeply inside me.
Time gets lost to sensation, and I struggle to get my hands free, wanting to hold him to me. He finally releases them, and my arms go around his neck as he grips my hips, using the leverage he finds to drive in even deeper.
“You’re mine,” he whispers across my lips. “Remember that.”
It almost sounds like a plea, but I’m not sure why. His thrusts start to get a little more aggressive, and my body arches into his, as that same, incredible, intense feeling begins to form again.
My back stiffens, and my legs clamp down harder as euphoria explodes through my body, almost shattering every ounce of strength I have. Drex groans into my mouth, still kissing me, still holding me, and still making me feel like I’m all that matters in this moment.
That sexy growl sound he makes sends shivers all down me as he thrusts in really hard one last time, and collapses to my body, almost crushing me.
He curses before flipping to his side, dragging me with him, and staying inside me. I just relax on top of him, unable to move.
“That was intense,” he says, breathing hard.
A smile spreads across my lips, but I nod instead of attempting to form words.
He runs his fingers through my hair until I almost fall asleep, but I wake up when he slides out of me and remember that I have to clean up.
“We should probably make you a doctor’s appointment,” he says as I stand and sway toward the bathroom.
That makes me tense.
“Why?”
“Because I haven’t seen you pop a pill since you got here, and I haven’t worn a condom.”
I relax a little.
“I’m on the shot. I have a standing appointment. Which is… soon-ish.”
He lets his eyes rake over my body in a way that tells me we’re not finished for the day. Which is fine by me.
“Then hurry up and get back so I can take full advantage,” he says with a sexy gravel sound to his voice.
As I slip into the bathroom, a leery feeling sinks in.
“What if those FBI guys follow me and try to question me without anyone around?” I call out from the bathroom while cleaning myself up.
After finishing, I look in the mirror at the girl staring back at me and half wonder what I’ll find if I look close enough. It’s a little worrisome that the girl staring back at me looks torn between happy and afraid.
Not afraid of Drex though. I’m still trying to figure out if that’s stupid or good.
“If they approach you, call one of the guys immediately and don’t say anything until someone gets there. But it seems like they’ve moved their full concentration to Pop.”
That isn’t giving me the peace it should.
“What if your guys don’t believe I’ve kept my mouth shut when they get there?”
Silence answers me, and dread starts to creep in until suddenly a pair of blue eyes meet mine in the mirror and two arms come around my waist.
Drex stands behind me, holding me to him, and keeping his eyes locked on mine through the reflection.
“No one knows that you know anything besides me. I’d never let anyone touch you.”
I want to point out that he didn’t have a say the two times someone has touched me. First the muscled-up baboon, which is a memory I don’t want to deal with. Then Dash was ready to carve me up and feed me to the fishes.
Wait… That’s the mob’s thing. Not a motorcycle club.
Shaking my head from my thoughts, I slide my hands over his, leaning back against him.
“And to think I was going to teach Math.”
His eyebrows go up at my random shift in conversation.
“What?”
“I was going to college to get my teaching degree just last year. Now I’m standing naked in your bathroom and calmly discussing how to deal with not getting myself killed over a misunderstanding or lack of trust.”
He grimaces, and I turn in his arms. One of his hands comes up and cups my cheek, and I stare into his eyes.
“Where do you want to be?” he asks me, even though I can see the hesitance in his eyes to receive the answer.
I’d never have thought I’d want to be here. But after running away from all this… I didn’t feel anything but lost. Maybe because it was so short-lived, but I wanted to be back with Drex. Which sounds insane even in my head.
This… This is all crazy and dangerous and possibly even suicidal. But the edge of fear is also exciting and intense. I feel something every day instead of going through the motions. Each moment seems important. Each second ticks by slower. I’m no longer rushing through the day to get to the next day so I can start living my life.
Right now, I’m just living. It’s better than just surviving.
I wasn’t happy in my life, but I was doing what I thought I was supposed to. I was following the path laid out for me by my father. I was trying to make everyone happy by being the perfect daughter. The perfect sister. The perfect girl.
“I want to be here,” I whisper. “With you.”
His sexy smile slowly curves up, and he tugs me to him.
“Good. Because I don’t want to let you go.”
The way he words it makes me feel as though he would have let me go if I had just asked him to. It means something when he kisses me this time, as though he’s speaking without words, showing me appreciation and gratitude.
My fingers thread through his hair, pulling him closer, and I don’t protest when he lifts me onto the sink’s ledge.
My legs wrap around his waist, and he continues kissing me for so long that I lose track of time. I could get used to this life as long as I can detach myself from his reality.
I think.
Hopefully.
Because I don’t want to let him go.
Chapter 6
DREX
Following her feels wrong. Not telling her what I’m doing feels shitty. Lying to her is the fucking worst.
But Eve sucks ass at acting, and Pop has some of his guys who will be watching her, even though he said he trusted me to have my guys do it. I now know Pop doesn’t care to lie to me.
And here I am fucking doing the same thing to her.
Fuck my fucking life right now.
Eve is driving a BMW toward town, and I’m riding toward the end of the long row of Harleys behind her. I kissed her goodbye this morning, watched as she smiled, excited about going shopping just because she was getting out of the damn warehouse.
My life involves a lot of security measures. My life involves a lot of sacrifices to the normal person. Sacrifices I never realized I was having to make. Sacrifices I still don’t care to make.
But Eve having to make those same sacrifices…
Axle and I waited until she and the others had a head start, then we loaded up and drove like hell to catch up… So I could spy on my fucking girl who trusts me.
As we enter town, people turn their heads, watching us with just enough fear. Axle and I are in street clothes to attempt to blend in while we follow my girl from a safe distance. The others are in their cuts though, and everyone knows who they are.
Eve pulls over to a curb, and like the good girl she is, she immediately feeds money into the meter. Axle pulls off to the side, and I follow suit. I keep my helmet on until Eve disappears into a store, then I turn my back on the store and tug my helmet off.
Two of our guys lounge on their bikes, ready to watch all the rides to ensure no one tampers with them, while the rest of us walk off to do our own thing.
Axle doesn’t say much, and we silently watch Eve through the glass while she grabs a few things from the weird store full of bad girl clothing. She was wearing prissy sweaters and elegant camisoles when she came to me. Her bag was full of that shit.
It’s one more thing I’ve stolen from her.
“Why do you look so guilty right now?” Axle asks as Eve walks out, not even looking around to see me stalking her.
I don’t answer. Instead, I motion with my head for him to start walking as we stay across the street and follow her. There’s enough traffic on the sidewalks to keep us from standing out too noticeably, but she’d sure as hell notice me if she looked back.
She’s not like me though. She’s not looking around for someone to be following her or checking over her shoulder for threats. She’s innocent. Naïve. Blissfully unaware of all the shit that comes with being a criminal.