I move again, slower this time, deliberate. I watch his face as I ride him, memorizing every expression that crosses his features. The way his eyes flutter closed when I clench around him. The sharp intake of breath when I change the angle. The low groan that escapes when I whisper his name.
"That's it," I murmur, feeling him getting closer. "Let go for me."
His grip on my waist tightens, and I can feel him losing the battle with his control. His hips move with mine, small thrusts that tell me he's right on the edge.
"Adriana," he gasps, my name a prayer on his lips. "I'm going to — "
"Do it," I command. "Come for me. Now."
He breaks with a sound that's part growl, part moan, his body going rigid as he spills inside me. I feel him pulsing, feel the heat of his release, and it triggers another smaller climax that has me gasping against his shoulder.
For a long moment, we stay like that — pressed together against the brick wall, breathing hard, neither of us ready to break the connection. My leg is still wrapped around his hip, my face buried in his neck, inhaling the scent of sweat and sex and something uniquely him.
"Jesus," he finally whispers, his voice hoarse. "That was..."
"Mine," I finish, pulling back to look at him. "You're mine now. No more flirting with gangsters. No more making me wonder who else has your attention."
He studies my face, and I see something shift in his expression. Understanding, maybe. Or recognition.
"Were you really that jealous?" he asks, but there's no mockery there.
I shrug, suddenly uncomfortable, suddenly realizing how close we are, how connected, how badly I want this. It’s so intense, so new — I’ve never wanted this connection with anyonebefore, not like this — but it feels so deeply right. “Maybe I was. Maybe I just wanted a good reason to fuck you…” My voice trails off; even I can’t sell that bullshit. I drag myself off of him, moaning a little at the sensation of his cock leaving me. We’re close, so close, and I want it, but I don’t know how I really feel about it. Am I doing the right thing, wanting to be so open, so close, to a man like Reaper?
I sigh. And he just watches me with those eyes that break through my defenses like jackhammers through concrete.
He knows.
Just like I know, and don’t want to say.
I sigh again, then throw my eyes to the alley. Anything for a break from these emotions.
“Come on,” I say. “We’d better get going. We have a lot of work to do before tomorrow night’s heist.”
Chapter Thirty
Reaper
Who the fuck did I get involved with? Adriana isn’t anything like her sister at all. Well, that isn’t totally true — I see flashes of Vanessa’s kindness, but it comes out in different ways, and there are moments when the light hits her just right where I could swear I’m seeing Vanessa’s ghost. But otherwise?
Otherwise, Vanessa was a woman that our life together, and me and my demons, consumed. And Adriana?
She’s consuming me. However rough I get with her, she can take it and throw it right back; however hard life might get for her, she’ll flip it the fucking bird and kick it in the crotch. She’s violent, angry, sometimes a bitch, but she’s resourceful, independent, and loving in a way that’s powerful.
Loving.
My thoughts — which are still spinning from the fuck in the alley, even as I stare out the window of our stolen Sebring while Adriana drives us back to our hideout — circle that word and dive to the root: love.
I might love her.
“Where the fuck is your head at?” she says, as the car comes to a stop just a couple intersections away from our destination.
I shake my head, clearing it. “How well you suck cock.”
She snorts. “That it? I don’t know if I should be surprised by your lack of depth, or flattered that I’ve blown your mind so completely… if it was even there in the first place.”
I look over at her. There’s more, a lot more, and at some point, I’ll tell it to her. But not now. If this — ifshe— really is my second chance, I want to do it right. I clear my throat and smile at her. “I was thinking about Yichen, too. I might text him later, see if he’s down to grab some hot wings and beer. Just a guys’ night, you know? He’s got a nice smile…”
“Fuck you.”
