He moaned in response, crushing her body and nudging against her entrance. The weight of him sent all her senses into overdrive. His musky scent. His muscles bulging against her warm skin. His gray eyes so bright as he stared at her.
As Damien’s cock finally claimed her, Mia cried out. He filled her up, stretched her taut, made her come alive. The cold, sterile world of her old life was gone. Damien was fire and heat. Darkness and sin. The worst kind of man.
And she loved him.
He worked into a rhythm. Harder, faster, deeper. His hips slammed into hers and she sank into the mattress. Over and over he thrust, his cock going deeper than ever before. His arm bulged against her thigh and sweat broke out on his forehead.
She rose to meet him as best she could. Angling her hips, digging her fingers into his ass as he ravaged her. She needed everything he could give. Every last drop.
As his lips landed on hers, another orgasm built inside her. It rose with every lap of his tongue and crush of his body on top of her. She moaned into his lips and he let her leg go to shove his hand between their bodies.
His thumb hit her clit and Mia exploded. Blinding light and Technicolor flashes. Shooting arcs of pleasure and so much more. Her body gripped Damien in a vise and he came with her, groaning and shuddering above her as he emptied himself inside her.
At last, he collapsed on top of her, his arms wrapping around her head like a shield. Mia hooked her legs around his waist and her arms around his back and held on as sleep threatened to overwhelm her.
She never wanted to let go of this moment.
It was right there, in a hotel room with nothing but a handful of clothes and a wanted man, that Mia touched heaven.
16
DAMIEN
Mia rolled over and took the covers with her. Mmm. He loved the soft swell of her ass. The gentle curve that rose from her leg practically begged him to follow.
He chewed on his lip as he watched her sleep. He needed to end it. Deep down, he knew that. But the past three weeks had been the best of his life.
Sure they’d been watching their backs, driving through town after town in a quest to stay off the cartel’s radar. But that meant hours alone. Talking. Laughing. Fucking.
Never had he let anyone in this deep before. His life was too gritty. Too deadly.
It was no place for a woman like her. But out on the road, they could pretend. It was a fucking fairy tale. Bad guy meets good girl. They fall in love. Everything was sunshine and roses.
Yeah, right.
They couldn’t be on the run forever. Sooner or later they would slip up and Marcelo’s men would find them. Or Mia would wake up one day and want to go home.
The crazy rollercoaster they were on would do a three-sixty and Mia would see him for who he really was. A murderer, not a forever.
Damien slipped out of bed without making a sound. He tugged on his jeans and pulled a shirt over his head before grabbing his phone. He had promised Detective Johnson a phone call weeks ago. Instead, he’d been ignoring it.
If Rick could help keep Mia safe, then she didn’t need him anymore. There would be no reason to keep running. No more nights with her body snuggled tightly against him. No mornings of orgasms and light.
Damien would lose the only good thing in his life since his sister died. But he couldn’t put it off. The longer it stretched out, the harder it would be.
Time to rip the Band-Aid off.
He dialed the number.
“Detective Johnson.”
“It’s Damien.”
Rick was silent for a moment. “Thought maybe Marcelo had found you. It’s been a while.”
“We’ve been on the run.” Damien exhaled. “Got anything for me?”
“Nothing you’ll want to hear.”
“Just spit it out.”
“Not on the phone.”
“I can’t come back and you know it.”
“I’ll meet you somewhere. What direction are you in?”
“South.”
Rick thought it over. “How about Hastings? It’s far enough away from the city. There’s one of those giant malls there, it’s got everything.”
“Fine. But she’s not coming.”
“Don’t need her. This is about you, not the woman.”
Damien nailed down the details with the detective and hung up. Unease didn’t do his feelings justice. If Rick had something he couldn’t discuss over the phone, it was serious. Had Marcelo gotten to the department? Were the cops out for his blood now, too?
Whatever it was, he needed to deal with it and keep Mia safe.
“Who were you talking to?” Her voice came out sweet and thick like real maple syrup and Damien ground his teeth together.
“No one.”
“You’re lying.”
He glanced up and the sight of her naked body wrapped up in white sheets had him cursing himself. He never should have let it get this far.