“How about happy?” she asks.
“That’s more like it.” Right then, I know that is my new goal. To make her happy. But she has to stay alive to be happy and there’s only one way to ensure that happens. I have to right a wrong of my past. Waters has to die.
“Mason’s going to hand you off to Adam in a few minutes. Follow his lead and he’ll keep you safe.”
“Yes. Okay.”
“I’ll see you soon, baby.”
“See you soon,” she whispers.
We disconnect and she can’t get to me fast enough.Chapter Thirty-NineADRIAN
I’m standing in the driveway when Pri arrives in an identical SUV to the one she’d ridden in with Mason, but now she has Adam behind the wheel. The instant the vehicle halts, the rear door pops open and Pri exits. She searches for me, finds me, and launches herself at me.
I meet her in the center of the steps and she throws her arms around me, pushing to her toes, reaching for my mouth, oblivious to the watchful eyes. And I for one, couldn’t give two fucks about who’s watching. I stroke her hair from her face and kiss her, a long stroke of the tongue before I capture her hand and kiss it.
“Let’s go talk,” I say and together we hurry inside and down the stairs. The instant I’ve shut us in her room—our room now—we come back together, mouths colliding.
I kiss her—how can I not kiss her, I’m addicted to her—feeding off her desperation, maneuvering her around and against the door. But still, I force my lips from hers and it’s not easy, not easy at all when I’m hot and hard and just as desperate as she is. “Pri, baby, what is in your head right now?”
“You,” she whispers. “I just want to feel something real and you’re the only thing that feels real right now.”
God, I am not good enough for this woman, but I’m going to be. I grab her wrist and flip off her bracelet even as I kiss her again and this time, I don’t hold back. I drink her in, lick into her mouth, and take and take some more. And she does the same. I tug up her skirt. She tugs at my T-shirt. I pull it over my head and her hands are all over me, my mouth back to hers. One hand moves lower, to her panties, a finger sliding beneath.
She moans as my fingers caress her clit and sink lower, to the wet heat between her thighs. So damn wet and hot. My cock throbs and holy hell, I want inside her. I tear my mouth from hers, nip her lips and when she pants, I drop to my knees and drag her panties down her hips. She kicks them away and I turn her away from me, facing the door, unzipping her skirt and slipping it down her body. Again, she kicks it away—and fuck, her ass is perfect. I squeeze it, scrape my teeth over it, and another time, many other times, I’d linger to appreciate it, but not now. I turn her back around, my hands gripping her hips and my mouth pressing to her belly. She trembles beneath the touch and sucks in a breath with the lick of my tongue.
One of my hands caresses downward, and once again, my fingers press into the wet heat between her thighs. She moans softly, and I lick her clit. She pants and I suckle her, licking her, stroking her. Her fingers tug on my hair and I lift her leg, arching her into my mouth. There are women that give themselves to a man because sex is just sex, and I’ve certainly known my share. But Pri—Pri doesn’t. When Pri, damaged, reserved Pri, gives herself to me, it feels like a gift to savor. And I do savor her, but not for long. She shatters in my arms and on my tongue, trembling all over, her sex spasming around my fingers.
And then she’s whispering, “Adrian, I need—”
I lower her leg and stand, cupping her face. “Me, too,” I answer, kissing her, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and that’s all it takes to set us off again.
We’re all over each other once more.
She presses her hand to my rock-hard erection and unzips my pants. I don’t even know how it happens, but I end up on the floor, against the door, with her on top of me, riding me. I tug at her blouse, and in my eagerness to have her naked, manage to rip a button or two, but all she does is kiss me, and moan with my fingers on her nipple. I never get her blouse or bra off completely. She’s just too good at making me feel good, swaying against me, meeting my thrusts, driving me wild.