All I could see was that ring—the onyx ring I’d given him.
Christian was in no rush to climax. He slowed down to make it last, and that filled me with insatiable desire. When he gained control, he wrapped his arms around me and drove deep inside. His embrace was an iron shield, protecting me from anyone who would hurt me. With an anguished moan, Christian came.
After a moment, I turned around and folded into his embrace. He kissed the top of my head and did this thing I loved where he would tunnel his fingers into my hair and stroke the back of my neck.
“You don’t care that some pervert is watching us hug it out?”
He chuckled. “If he’s watching us now, it’s not because of the sex. He’s blinded.”
I leaned back and stared up at him. “What does that mean?”
A gentle look settled in his eyes. “You’re a beacon of light in a dim world.”
The wind blew, and we stood like two flickering candles.
“Can this beacon of light have her panties back?”
He stroked my cheek with his thumb. “Aye. Let me have a look at you first.”
I got butterflies whenever he gazed at me for any length of time. Those tender moments between us were infrequent, but when they happened, it felt as if the entire world just stopped rotating on its axis. As if the past and future had overlapped and we were two souls existing in a timeless space.
After Christian fastened his pants, he gathered up my clothes. I stepped into my underwear and shorts, and he pulled them up.
“Let’s do this in private next time,” I suggested. “Somewhere… romantic?”
“I have just the place in mind.”
“Sounds terrific. How should I dress for cemetery sex?”
“You have a tongue that could clip a hedge.”
I brushed grit from my palms and suddenly froze in horror. “Oh…fuck.”
Christian ran his fingers through his dark hair a few times and straightened his shirt. “What are you on about?”
I held up the chain around my neck, causing the pendant to swing back and forth. “Say hello to Wyatt.”
Christian gave me a black look. He reached out for the necklace and bent down to face it. “Hello, you little shitebag. Having a good time, are ya? Tell you what. If I come home to an endless supply of free candy, I won’t scrub your memories. If you recorded this or tell anyone, I’ll glue your arse cheeks together and force-feed you ten pounds of chili from Raven’s favorite diner. You got that, Spooky?” Christian tucked the necklace inside my bra so that Wyatt was now facing my nipple.
I glanced around. “It’s dark. Maybe he didn’t see anything.”
“Is that equipped with audio?”
“I doubt it. While I was on the train, I kept asking him to send a cab to the next station to pick me up. Maybe he’s busy trying to make sense of what happened tonight. I don’t think Blue has any cash on her, and I didn’t want her calling Viktor. He wouldn’t risk sending someone to pick me up anyhow, and I need to talk to him in person.”
“I might be able to take you in the morning.”
“This case goes deep, and I want to find out how deep. I can’t do it without Viktor’s permission, and I’m afraid after what Wyatt saw tonight, they might move in prematurely.”
He opened his wallet and handed me some large bills. “Then you better get going.”
I took the money and stuffed it inside my bra. “This transaction feels all wrong.”
“I’m sure it’ll give the numpty across the way a lot to ponder.”
I wrapped my arms around Christian’s neck and gave him a long and lingering kiss. When it tapered off, I nibbled his bottom lip. “We’ll swap stories when this is all over.” My fingers grazed his tattoo. “Just remember whoyoubelong to.”
Without another word, I sprinted across the roof and catapulted off.
