Her eyes widen and her lips part when my words hit her. “Why not?”
“I can’t think straight when I’m with you. After tonight, we’re through, Kennedy.”
“But—”
I shake my head and narrow my eyes. “Stop working me. I’m not just another dumb fuck. I live my life in a controlled manner, and you fuck with that. I can’t let you, even with your greedy, wet pussy, ruin everything.”
She places her hand over mine but doesn’t try to pry my grip from her bicep. “Come on, Nix.” She takes a step forward and presses her tits against my bare chest. “We have something real. You can’t just throw it all away.”
“I can’t think when I’m with you.”
“That’s not a bad thing.” She smiles softly, and my grip starts to slip along with my willpower. “I forget who I am when I’m with you. I like the Kennedy standing in this room, talking to you. You make me want to be something different, something more.” Her mouth comes to my chin, peppering me with kisses before blazing a trail down my neck. “Don’t throw us away,” she murmurs against my skin. “We’re too good together.”
As usual, my cock approves of her words and the way she’s licking my skin. Even though I just came minutes ago, I harden when she falls to her knees and fists my cock.
“I’ll make you forget,” she whispers before closing her lips around the head.
I rock my hips and close my eyes, deciding that right now, her mouth is all I want and the rest can wait until later.
21
Kennedy
The next morning,I wake to the warm brush of Nix’s breath across my bare shoulder. He’s wrapped around me, his chest to my back, his top leg draped over both of mine.
With anyone else, this would feel suffocating. But with him, it’s the opposite. The only time I see a soft, serene Nix is when he’s sleeping. There’s no calculation or tension in him now because all his walls are down. When he fucks me the way he did last night, I feel more wanted than I knew was possible. His hips pound into me without mercy, seeking release that only I can give him.
But this is different, and in a way, even better. I feel needed by him. Cared for. And God, does it feel amazing to be needed by this man.
Criminal or not, I’ve fallen for Nix. It doesn’t matter to me what his real name is or who he’s stolen money from. When I look into his dark eyes, I see his heart and soul. He may love very few people in this world, but he loves them fiercely and without conditions.
Am I one of those people? My stomach tightens into a knot as I think about what I have to tell him. I should have done it last night, but when he laid those tortured, hungry eyes on me, I couldn’t think about anything but satisfying him.
He shifts, taking his leg off of mine, and I close my eyes. I’m perfectly still, hoping he won’t wake up yet. I’m not ready to let go of the faith he has in me.
With a low, sleepy hum, he kisses my shoulder, his stubbled chin tickling me. He moves on to my neck then, sweeping my hair to the side so he can get to the back. Every kiss is tender and sweet, though my pussy throbs with awareness. I crave the full feeling of him sliding all the way inside me, but I can’t give in to my feelings again.
“Morning,” he says in my ear, tugging the lobe gently between his teeth.
“Mmm…morning.” I pretend I just woke up, though I’ve been staring at one of the tall windows in his bedroom since before sunrise.
His next kiss on my neck includes a soft swipe of his tongue. “You were perfect last night. Everything I needed. I’m gonna thank you by keeping my face between those gorgeous thighs for a while.”
My pussy clenches with approval. He slides his palm down my stomach, and I have to force my legs not to part as he goes lower.
“I need to talk to you,” I say, steeling myself.
I haven’t been working Nix—at least, not the way I was supposed to be. What’s happening between us is real to me, but I don’t know if he’ll believe that.
“What is it?” he asks as I sit up in bed.
I wrap my arms around my knees and take a deep breath. Nix puts his big, warm palm on my bare back and rubs it up and down. Little does he know I’m upset because I’m about to ruin us.
Sliding out of the bed, I grab one of his dress shirts from the back of a chair and put it on. I can’t have this conversation naked. I sit down on the chair and look at him lying in bed, deliciously naked and rumpled.
“Do you know what I do for a living?” I ask tentatively.
He narrows his eyes slightly. “I’ve got a feeling I don’twantto know. What we’ve got is pleasure, not business. Right?”
