Beneath These Lies (Page 61)

The perfect searing heat stole my senses, and it took everything in me to let her keep control when all I wanted to do was lift up and plunge deep inside her. But Valentina didn’t make me wait long. She slid down my cock, inch by fucking inch, moaning and squeezing with every move.

The moment took on a sheen of perfection I’d never before experienced. Valentina’s beautiful face, flush with passion, her need for me and my cock written on every feature. Everything about her tied together to make the sexiest package I’d ever encountered.

My thoughts scattered when she froze, my cock buried in her tight little pussy, and she began to rock forward and back, working her clit.

Oh, we can do better than that.

I reached out a hand to wrap around her hip, my thumb centered on her clit and pressing down. It was like hitting a detonator.

“Oh my God.” She moaned, hips bucking into my hand as her muscles clamped down around me. “I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t stop, baby. Come for me.”

With her head dropping back and muscles shaking, I tightened my grip on her hips with both hands, keeping the pressure on her clit as I lifted her and lowered her on my cock, my hips pumping up with each movement.

“Can’t stop,” she whispered, her nipples tightening just before she tensed again. I wanted to make her come over and over again, just so I could see her face like that.

My own climax slammed into me without warning, and I couldn’t hold it back.

“Fuck,” I roared into the room, pulling her down hard on my cock as I came.

I loved her.

And that changed everything.

RIX HAD UNLEASHED SOME KIND of wildness inside me, and I didn’t want to rein it in. I fell asleep wrapped in his arms, but didn’t stay asleep for long because it seemed I’d unleashed something in him as well. He woke me twice in the night, the first time with his mouth on my breasts, and the second time as he slid inside me. I loved it. Loved him. And I didn’t want to spend another night without him in my bed.

The third time, it was the sun streaming through my window that woke me. Flicking my eyes open, I noticed the lack of heat at my back immediately. All night, I’d been held inside the safety of Rix’s arms, and I missed it.

Has he left?

Still half-asleep, I rolled out of bed, my muscles languid. I found my robe on the back of my bathroom door and slipped it on. My house was quiet. Making my way down the stairs to the kitchen in search of coffee and the man who should have still been in my bed, I stopped short when I saw a note on the counter.

Had to go take care of something. I’ll be back when I can. Didn’t want to leave you this morning.

It was unsigned, but Rix didn’t need to sign a note for me to know it was from him. The timer on my coffeemaker tripped and the delicious scent filled the kitchen.

While I sipped, my brain sped from one possibility to the next. The daring woman who’d made an appearance last night wanted to come out to play again, and I was embracing her. I’d finally shed the remaining threads of victimhood and I was whole. Rix hadn’t healed me, but he’d given me the motivation to heal myself.

For that I would always be grateful, but it wasn’t why I loved him.

Eight hours packed with customers and sales later, there was still no word from Rix, and I was frustrated by the silence. I wanted to celebrate this amazing day, and I wanted him to celebrate with me. I understood that much of his world would never exist for me, but at times like this, I felt completely in the dark.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t tempt him to finish whatever he was doing by sending a helpful text. I flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED and considered my alternatives.

According to Rix, I had an unseen man watching over me, so I fearlessly walked the streets toward a club on Bourbon Street that I knew would be packed with tourists even at this hour. The chances of me seeing a single familiar face were slim to none. I sent the text as I settled onto one of the few free bar stools.

The text included three pieces of information. Where I was, the fact that I wasn’t wearing panties, and how badly I wanted him inside me right now.

If that couldn’t shake the man loose, I didn’t know what could.

Several tough-looking guys filled the bar, and I surreptitiously glanced over them, wondering which one was my babysitter for the evening.

What if I didn’t have any? What if I was riding on a false sense of security and completely vulnerable to Rix’s enemies?

No, this was where trust came in. He could assess whatever threats were out there better than I ever could, and I absolutely trusted he wouldn’t leave me unprotected against something he could prevent.

Still, I kept my guard up.

I was nearing the end of my first margarita when a prickle of awareness skittered over my skin. Tossing my heavy hair over my shoulder, I looked to my right. Dark, tattooed arms leaned against the bar.

“Can I buy you another drink?”

Rix’s deep voice wrapped around me like rough silk.

“I don’t usually let strangers buy me drinks.”

One dark eyebrow went up at the word strangers. Yep, I wanted to play, and he got the message loud and clear.

“Then I guess that makes you a pretty smart lady, because most strangers are just trying to get you liquored up so they can cop a feel in an alley and take you back to their hotel.”

Pushing my empty glass forward, I met his gaze. “But not you?”

Rix signaled to the bartender, and he appeared within seconds. Nothing like the five minutes it had taken me to get service when I’d first sat down. “Another margarita for the lady, and I’ll take a double shot of Patrón.”