Valentina was an unexpected distraction. I’d thoroughly enjoyed cataloging every twist of her soft lips, every flick of her tongue when she didn’t think I was paying any attention. And the casual yet perfected way she slipped her long fingers through her thick curls as she contemplated whether her behavior was acceptable.
In truth, I should have secured a hotel room that I knew was safe, taking her and her little girl there myself and walking away. I could have called in a couple of favors with some buddies who were cops, hiring them to keep watch on her. There were a couple of detectives who owed me more than one favor.
If I had come to my senses, after ensuring her safety I should have contacted the original prosecuting attorney, JasmineGuthrie, demanding answers. I should have called the FBI agent who’d originally broken the case, discovering what the hell they were going to do about Jacob Jones’ release.
And I should have shut down my feelings for her.
Yes, there were a lot of things I should have done, but I hadn’t. Instead, I’d chosen to cross the same line as before, wanting nothing more than to possess her. Perhaps I was being selfish, but the danger was real.
I’d allowed the cloud of emotions in seeing her suffer mix with the building desire that I’d never shut down to interfere with my judgment.
Now, after another taste, I couldn’t seem to get enough.
What the hell kind of man did that make me?
Even now as I held her in my arms, all I could think about was the way she’d felt in my lap and how much I hungered to devour her teasing smile.
She’d seemed so completely vulnerable when walking into my house, fraught with the kind of despair years in the making. At this moment she was a tempting vixen, flashing her deep blue eyes as a weapon. Even watching the way the lighting in the room stroked the curve of her long neck kept the slow and steady ache in my cock.
The second I eased her down, she pressed her hands against my chest. If she thought she could suddenly escape me, she was wrong. Those same soulful eyes glinted with amusement. She was thoroughly enjoying toying with me.
When I spun her around, the slight sound she murmured was almost like a hiccup, far too adorable for the sultriness of her actions and stunning vision of her voluptuous body.
Bending her over the pool table, I pushed her down and immediately fisted her hair. As expected, she squirmed in my hold, laughing softly as she struggled to toss me a look over her shoulder.
“You’re still teasing me,” I told her.
“The question is. Can you handle the heat?”
Did Valentina have any idea what she’d done to me, what she continued to do to me? The moment I slipped my cock into her sweet pussy, I let out a slow and easy breath. The feel of having her muscles wrapped around my dick was the best damn thing I’d felt in a long time. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been with a woman. Life had been too fucking busy.
In truth, I’d had no interest.
“I guess you’re going to find out. Aren’t you?” My voice was almost unrecognizable, deep and husky and fraught with frustration. Fuck me, the feel of her created a feverish set of vibrations.
Her breath hitched for just a second, but I caught it. Every soft murmur she issued I wanted to absorb and allow to furrow deep inside long after she was gone.
We’d had little time to flirt during her grand jury testimony, yet somehow through subtle touches and quick but meaningful glances we’d managed. Yet this still seemed surreal.
With every kiss, fireworks had denotated behind my eyes, but this was… Incredible.
I pulled out, slowly driving into her again. The hunger for her was full of desperation and my actions reflected it. I fucked her long and hard, my body slamming against hers. I was brutal in taking her, no longer capable of maintaining any level of patience.
There was something provocative about fucking her from behind, being able to savor the shimmer of her porcelain skin and the soft murmurs escaping her lips.
Bending over, I pressed the full weight of my body on hers, nuzzling my face against her neck. I could enjoy drinking in her perfume for a full hour. I growled, the sound coming from deep within my throat and dragged my tongue under her ear.
She shuddered in my hold, still breathless. Still writhing beneath me.
The tick of her pulse in her neck was inviting. Unable to resist, I bit down on her tender skin. The desire to mark her was strong. I could easily get drunk off the scent of her perfume and nothing else.
She wasn’t prepared to surrender to me fully, pushing up from the pool table and meeting every brutal thrust. I laid claim to her in a way I hadn’t done with any other woman. The moment felt right, pushing my boundaries in a way I couldn’t ignore. I’d wanted this. There was no denying the intense cravings or lurid thoughts that had nearly consumed me.
Now she was mine for the taking, if only for one night.
My rough actions continued until we were both breathless, my sweat dripping down against her skin. Every moan was dangerous, every heated breath skipping past her lovely lipsfueled the darkness deep within. I couldn’t think clearly, nor did I want to.
With a sharp crack of my hand against her bottom, she quivered in my hold. The way she arched her back forced me to repeat my action not once but several more times.
