Oh god. Just when she thought this couldn’t get any hotter.
She slipped her hand between their bodies, her fingers finding her clit and circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was almost too much—the fullness of him stretching her and the pressure of her own touch.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re so close. I can feel you getting tighter.”
She cried out.
He shifted angles, hitting the perfect spot with every stroke. Her second orgasm built faster than the first in a tidal wave of sensation.
“Sinner, I’m—”
“Come for me, Opal. Let go.”
She shattered around him, her body convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. She felt him swell inside her, his rhythm faltering as she clenched and released around his steely length. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep and fell over the edge too, his body shuddering.
The thump of the headboard against the wall seemed to continue, and even grow louder.
Sinner went still, head cocked.
She emerged from her own haze long enough to realize the person sharing the wall on the other side was pounding on it. And shouting too.
Opal strained to hear over her thundering heartbeat. “Is he saying—”
“‘Stop fucking, you animals?’ Yeah.”
She buried her face against Sinner, laughter bubbling up. He shook with his own amusement and rolled them to the side in a tangle of limbs.
She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close. And for the first time in a long time, Opal felt…safe. Not because Sinner was protecting her but because she’d chosen this. Chosen him.
She twitched with a sudden realization.
Being able to chooseanythingin her life was new.
He pressed a soft kiss just below her ear. “You okay?”
She smiled, running her fingers through his thick hair and did what she’d wanted to do several times before. She pressed that wayward lock off his forehead.
“Better than okay,” she told him.
And for once in her whole entire life, it was the absolute truth.
NINE
Sinner had done a lot of odd jobs in his life. Dante instructed him to spend a few days trying to find work, even though Blackout already planted him in a position. The idea was to be visible, to show off his weaknesses and hopefully get noticed.
Pretending to be a construction worker with a bad back had to be one of the strangest things he’d ever done. When he wasn’t limping to new construction offices, he was back at the hotel, waiting for word from Opal and resisting the urge to organize the kitchenette.
The first night, he greeted her with a pastrami sandwich and hand-cut potato wedges and she actually polished off every last crumb. On night two, he created a taco bar that would put any restaurant to shame. When he told her they were going to play a little team-building trust exercise, she gave him a dubious look—until she had to build his tacos.
She thought she was being so cute by piling his with hot peppers and spicy sauce, but her eyes popped when he devoured the food with relish.
By the third evening, he knew Opal would expect a great dinner experience…which was why he surprised her with what Charlie team liked to call “junk food night.” Every trash food appeared on their tiny table, from mini pizza bagels to chicken nuggets. They ended with a dessert of boxes of movie theater candy they ate in front of a terrible old sci-fi flick on TV.
Now he finally made it to his new job, which was to sit on the edge of the low retaining wall the construction crew had built days ago, waiting for someone to tell him what to do.
He braced his elbows on his thighs, phone loose in his hand. The position gave him a clear line of sight across the yard, which meant the guys could see him wasting time between tasks.
Once in a while, he glanced at his phone and opened a game app. After making a few moves, he glanced around the construction site again to at least appear to be engaged.
