“Because you asked who I was. I want you to know. And I trust you.” He says it as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, but I know that’s not true. For him, trust may as well be a foreign word.
“If you knew they were trying to kill you, why did you go back?”
His intense gaze clouds. “My family will be hunted like dogs until I can take back what’s ours. I can’t let anything happen to them.”
If he feels he’s put his family in danger, it explains everything. But I don’t believe that’s what his family thinks. “Lee was beside herself that you’d gone back. And Sherm . . .”
Chagrin etches lines around his eyes. “Is he okay?”
“He was terrified, Rob. I think if you talk to your family, you’ll find out that’s not what they want.”
His mouth presses into a tense line. “They want their lives back.”
“Have you asked them?”
He just looks at me.
I scrunch back under the sheets and tug my towel into place.
He lowers himself down to lie next to me. He’s killed people. I’m pretty sure he would have tonight if I hadn’t stopped him. But I still want him. I am so in love with him I can’t even think.
I lift a hand to his face. “You can be whoever you want to be, Rob.”
He leans closer and presses a kiss to my lips. I kiss him back, drawing on the electricity between us and feeling it fill me. My shivering stops as heat erupts from my core. No matter what happens next, I can’t deny the growing need inside me, like a starving man’s hunger.
I kiss my way along his sculpted chest while I work his boxer briefs lower. When I have him naked, he tugs open my towel. Hovering over me on an elbow, his gaze devours my body the way I want his mouth to.
He kisses my lips again, then, as if he read my mind, his hands and mouth take their time, exploring every inch of me. I give myself up to him and turn off my mind, becoming nothing but sensation. Anyplace that his magic tongue elicits a moan or a gasp, he stays a little longer. By the time he works his way back to my mouth, he’s brought me to climax twice. But he’s not done yet. His fingers sink into me and I roll my hips with his rhythm. I gasp when he gives my swollen clit a flick of his wet finger.
He gives me a throaty groan and kisses me to my soul, spinning my senses further into the stratosphere. When he positions himself over me, I open for him, my body begging for what I need. I run my fingertip over his bicep and feel his whole firm body setting mine on fire. His erection is hot and pulsing against my thigh, and I throb so hard for him it’s painful.
“This is what you want?” he asks.
I nip his lip. “Shut up and fuck me already before I scream.”
An oh-so-sexy smile curves his perfect lips. “Oh, I definitely intend on making you scream, Adri. Big and right out loud. It’s my favorite part.”
As he says it, he slowly penetrates through my aching folds to my core, and I’m plugged in. Sparks crackle under my skin, lighting me up, and I feel more alive than I ever have.
“Okay?” he asks, a little of the playfulness leaving his expression.
“Way better than okay,” I say, pressing my pelvis harder against his. There’s no pain, just a completely satisfying sense of being full to the brim . . . with him, happiness, love.
I open wide and sink into the sensations as he moves so slowly, his thick length scratching the itch deep inside my soul. My breaths get shorter and quicker, and involuntary little gasps of “Oh, God” start escaping on them.
When I look at him, his gaze is a mix of hot lust and adoration.
He runs the tip of his tongue along the rim of my ear. “You’re going to make me come just listening to you moan.”
“Harder,” I breathe.
He kisses me gently on the mouth. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
My hands find his muscular ass and I pull him deeper inside me. “Fuck me properly, Robert Delgado, or don’t fuck me at all.”
“Christ, Adri. You are just so fucking perfect,” he says on a breath.