The key card ended up in his hand and somehow they found the room. They tumbled inside, arms and legs tangled up together.
He growled as he planted kisses down her neck. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” He grabbed her shirt in fistfuls, tugging it up and over her head before throwing it on the floor.
Damn.
As he stared, Mia shimmied out of her jeans. “Like them?”
She spun around in a slow circle, the black lace of her bra and panties turning the twitch in his dick into a full-on throb. “When did you…”
“Turns out big-box stores have a pretty good selection.”
“Damn straight.” Damien grabbed her by the hips, his fingers running over the skimpy fabric hiding her pussy from view. Mmm. He couldn’t wait to dive in and get lost.
He ran his hands down her hips and thighs, up the middle until she quivered. “Fuck, I love your body.” She arched into him and Damien couldn’t resist.
He had wanted tonight to be gentle. A chance to show her he could be more than a hard man in a cold world. But she broke something free inside him. Something uncontrolled and dangerous.
She made him want. Not just her body or her orgasm. She made him want tomorrow and the day after. A future.
Damien grabbed her bra strap and yanked it down. Her breast bounced, nipple already hard and begging for his touch. He teased her, flicking and twisting the little knob until Mia whimpered and clawed at his shirt.
She could beg him all he wanted, but she’d lose. He wasn’t stopping until she cried out his name. His knees hit the carpet and shoved her panties to the floor.
His appreciation came out in a groan. The woman was a piece of heaven. The closest he would ever get.
He grabbed her leg with one hand and hooked it over his shoulder. Fuck, yes.
Slicked and swollen and so damn ready for him, her pussy begged to be licked. Suckled. Fucking adored. He leaned in and lapped across her clit. Her hands flew over his short hair.
Gorging himself on her sweet cream, Damien came undone. He wasn’t a hitman on the run anymore. She wasn’t the good girl he’d tried to sell. They were more than themselves in that moment. They were bliss and magic.
Over and around he swirled her clit, teasing her higher, drawing an orgasm out of her with every stroke and swipe and lap of his tongue.
Mia shuddered into his mouth, her body pleading with him for more. He slipped a finger inside her. Christ. Her body gripped him as she moaned.
Her fingers tugged on his scalp. “Please, Damien. I need you inside me.” Her voice was breathless and raspy, but he couldn’t say yes.
He spoke through laps of her clit. “Come for me, Mia. Come right now.”
As he sucked her clit into his mouth, Mia obeyed. Her whole body convulsed, her fingers jumped across his head, and she sagged against him.
Nothing could ever be better than this moment. Mia fell into his arms and he lifted her as he stood. A beautiful woman was in his arms, delirious with pleasure he’d given. They were safe, alone, and had all night to drown in ecstasy.
Damien laid her on the bed and kissed her still-quivering stomach.
“Tell me this is going to work out.”
He stilled.
She tugged at his arms. “Tell me we’ll find a way back to the light.”
Damien kissed the spot between her breasts. “I live in the dark, Mia. It’s who I am.”
She gripped his face and pulled him up. What he saw in her eyes was more deadly than any of his bullets. “Promise me you won’t give up. Promise me you’ll fight for a future.”
“Dead men make promises.”
He wrapped her up in his inked arms, his tats disappearing beneath her perfect flesh. He wanted to give her everything she asked for. Promises, hope, even love. But love got you killed. Love got you hurt.
Love took your soul and shredded it.
He couldn’t let her go down that road. When a bullet took his life, Mia wouldn’t be there to see it. He was man enough to go it alone.
15
MIA
Why can’t I break through? Why won’t he let me in? She saw it in Damien’s eyes. The feelings he had for her simmered just below the surface.
But he fought it every step of the way.
Every time she found a way in, Damien shoved her back out. Damn it. Didn’t he see what he did to her? Didn’t he feel it, too?
His hands tore up her skin. His fingers dug into the lace of her bra. Hell yes, he felt it.
Every touch of his lips. Every flick of his tongue. They proved it. He wanted more of Mia than her body, but if that’s all he could give her in return, she’d take it. She would surrender to Damien’s rough hands and hard thrusts and show him what they could have.
Together.
Her hands tangled up in his shirt and he tugged it off. She scrambled for his jeans and they landed on the floor. He unhooked her bra and threw it somewhere.