of my leg, and he sinks two of them deep into my opening. He palms me, grinding the heel of his hand into my clit.
I tip my head back onto his shoulder and a sharp “Ah!” escapes my throat, but it blends into a long whimper as his teeth graze my earlobe. His mouth finds the pulse point behind my ear, and he sucks. I grind my hips with his rhythm as his fingers move faster inside me. His other hand teases my nipple with soapy fingers in a way that I’d swear was his mouth if I didn’t feel it on my neck. He’s everywhere at once, wired directly to my nervous system: sensory overload that tears me apart from the inside out. I come unglued at the seams, screaming his name, as I sag against him.
He keeps me from sliding into the tub, and when I finally have the strength, I turn in his arms. “That was incredible.”
“You are incredible. I love how you come right out loud. Nothing feels better than knowing I can do that to you.”
I lift my eyebrows at him and smile. “Nothing?”
He tips his head in a question.
I answer by skimming my hands over the taut skin of his chest and abs as I lower myself to my knees.
His throaty groan when I take him into my mouth answers my question. I suck him deep, then swirl my tongue around the head before I give him a squeeze of my hand. “Your turn.”
At first he just stands, his head tipped back, as I glide my mouth over him, but when I sheath my teeth with my lips and tighten down on him, he groans again and grasps fistfuls of my hair. I lay my hands on his hips and try to find the rhythm he wants. When I have it, I grasp him tighter and move him with me. He sucks in a sharp breath and starts rocking his hips as I move over him.
I never dreamed doing this to a man could make me so hot, but as I feel him thicken and begin to throb in my mouth, I know I always want to be the one who can do this for him. I want him always to want me.
His groans become deeper and more feral, and I move faster and harder over him. As his groan turns to a wolfish growl, he tries to back away. I hold him tight to my mouth. His release a second later is a warm blast of salt in my mouth. I swallow and look up at him. His honey eyes are dark, and in them, I see our truth.
He draws me to my feet and kisses me like I’m everything in this world that matters. But that’s not what I saw in his gaze. Our truth waits outside this hotel. We have to go home, and he’s going to protect his family at all costs. Even if it costs him me.
Chapter 28
Rob
As much as it pains me, I leave my Ducati at the bus station in St. Louis. Heading toward Louisville would have been more direct, but this is as close to the center of the country that I can easily get. If anyone finds the bike, I want to leave them guessing.
What pains me more is what’s going to happen when we get back to Port St. Mary. Adri is asleep in my arms in the last row of seats in the tired Greyhound bus. At every single stop along the way, it’s taken every ounce of my will not to grab her and find a hotel where I can make love to her again—some backwoods town where we could just vanish.
But I can’t ask her to leave her life behind. And I can’t leave Lee in the lurch. Between running into Sophie and the goons I couldn’t bring myself to kill back to Chicago, I’ve left too big of a trail. Now that I’ve likely exposed them, I have to do whatever it takes to protect my siblings.
I look at Adri. She seems so peaceful. She doesn’t understand what it means to be a Delgado, and I don’t want her to. She shouldn’t have to live constantly looking over her shoulder. The thought of another man touching her is enough to bring me to my knees, but I want her to have a normal life and a family of her own. I can’t give her that.
I turn to the window as