still hard, pulsed. “That’s how you respond to me, Songbird.” I dropped the washcloth and sank a finger inside her swollen cunt. “When I touch you, you show me how it feels.” Leaning over her, I brought my mouth to her ear. “You remember only me when you think of fucking. You remember me inside your body. No one else. No lies, no hiding.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, grinding against my hand.
“You’re done with the apologizing.” The time for that had passed. I pushed off her back. “Stand up.”
“You’re… you’re still…” She tried to shift away from me. “Your hand.”
“My hand, what?” I rotated my finger, feeling her walls for tenderness.
“You’re still… oh my God,” she breathed, fighting her body’s natural inclination to give in to my touch.
“Yes, my finger’s inside you, exactly where my cock just was.” I slid a second finger inside her, and she startled. “Do you want a third?”
Breath short, she braced her hands on either side of herself. “No.”
“Then stand up, Songbird.”
Careful of my hand, she gracefully rose.
“Good girl.” I brushed my thumb over her clit and kissed her shoulder. Then I withdrew my fingers. “Turn.”
Slow, her hair in her face, she turned toward me, but she didn’t look up.
With the same hand I’d just had inside her, I grasped her chin and brought her face up.
Gorgeous, sex-drunk dark eyes met mine.
Leaving her tearstained cheeks, I brushed my thumb across her bottom lip and searched her face. There were a hundred things I wanted to say to her, but only one thing I wanted to hear from her lips. “Are you done with the lies?”
Simple, immediate, she answered. “Yes.”
I tested her. “Why did you really come to Miami?”
She reached up, and same as she’d done all those years ago, she feathered her fingers across my Adam’s apple. “Vance wanted to use you as bait. He thought if all three of us were together, Kyle wouldn’t be able to resist the opportunity to come after all of us at once. He said it would draw him out, then he could take him down once and for all.”
Hiding my rage that Vance would use her as well, I asked the next question. “You agreed to this?”
A frown creased her brow, and her hand stilled on my throat. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I? The notes were clear. Kyle wanted to make me suffer. If not kill me, the next best way would be to come after you. He could come out and tell the authorities what happened that night, and you could go to jail or, worse, he could hurt you. I couldn’t let that happen.”
Anger like I’d never experienced ripped through my veins, and I grabbed her wrist. “You will never, on purpose, put yourself in harm’s way ever again. Do you understand me?”
Her eyes went wide, and she blinked.
“Do you understand me?” I roared.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Holding her in my grasp for one more second before letting go, I picked her dress up off the floor. “Arms,” I rasped.
She stood motionless. Then, “You came inside me.”
Inhaling to switch gears, I didn’t deny it. “Yes, I did.” I slipped her dress over her head. “And we’ll talk about that later, but right now you need to get dressed.”
“I’m not on birth control.”
I paused for only a fraction of a second, then I fed her arms through. “I never suspected you were.” She’d told me years ago she’d wanted children. A dozen sweet, happy faces all with your eyes were her exact words.
“Ronan—”
A knock sounded on the door.
Cupping her cheek, I made her a promise. “Later.” After pressing my lips to hers for one brief second, I retreated to put my shirt on, and the knock came again.
Grabbing her underwear off the floor, I shoved them in my pocket.
Then I went to answer the door.
Harm, Vance, Tyler, and Ty all walked into the suite.
Tyler smiled, Vance glanced from my hair to my dress, Harm looked everywhere but at me and Ty smirked.
My head swam.
“Did Harm fill you all in?” Ronan’s hands went to his hips.
I couldn’t help it, I stared at his long fingers—fingers that had been inside me. I could feel the heat creep up my neck and across my cheeks as I remembered what else his hands had done. My core pulsed, and I fought to school my expression.
“Right.” Vance shifted his attention from me to his brother. “Now we’re looking for women as well.”
“Not all women,” Ronan corrected. “Suspicious or unusual behavior, nonregistered guests, restaurant and bar