Lust (Vegas Nights 2)

I clenched once again. “Don’t hold back on my account.”

He didn’t.

He fucked me furiously. Our skin slapped together each time he thrust inside me, and my arms twitched with the need to touch him. To grip his skin, to dig my fingers in, to hold on to him like my life depended it. But he kept my hands there, perfectly still in their place on the bed, tightening his grip on me every time I tried to move.

So I dug my nails into his hands, instead. Moaned as he fucked me faster and no less hard. Gasped and whimpered and pleaded incoherently as he took me to the brink and back with his long, hard strokes. His kisses were rough and bruising, the result of pent-up frustration escaping him.

Just when I thought I was going to scream, he kissed me, sliding our clasped hands down, and rocked his hips against me. Once, twice, three times. It pushed me over the edge of the torture he’d been inflicting upon me since he’d thrown me on the bed, and I let it all go.

Moaned, cried, all into his mouth. He swallowed a scream as blood pumped and pleasure ruled and I gave over to everything that was flooding through my body in that moment.

His groan into my mouth vibrated through me. I felt it as well as heard it, a cry of pleasure in the same sync as my own, and when he stilled, I could do nothing but lie there, smelling of sweat and sex and satiation.

He buried his face in my neck. His hair was a sweaty mess, much like I bet mine was. Letting go of my hands, Adrian cupped one side of my face and brought his lips to mine.

Directly contrasting the way he’d just fucked me, he kissed me softly and sweetly, almost as if he was kissing a wound better.

I hooked my fingers around the back of his neck and kissed him back.

“I think we just crossed the line,” he murmured.

I laughed. Then laughed some more. “No kidding.”

He sighed as he pulled out of me. My teeth found the tender bit of skin I’d been nibbling on the inside of my neck as he rolled off the condom and searched for the trash can. He found it and dropped it in with a thwack.

Grabbing two towels from the laundry basket I’d failed to put away, he threw one to me. “I’m going to the bathroom.” He tied a towel around his waist, securely knotting it at one hip.

I swallowed.

The white towel against his tanned skin was almost too perfect—combined with the ink that decorated the hand that rested against it, I could have come again.

“Um, okay,” I answered, realizing he was waiting for a response.

He grinned, leaned over to kiss me again, and left the room.

I dropped back on the bed, towel between my legs, and covered my eyes.

Well. So much for getting him out of my life. I wasn’t sure having hot sex with him was synonymous with getting rid of him.

Now, I was really fucked. In every way.

Especially now I knew why he did the job he did. Because of someone like me.

And Zac—my heart cried for him. It was easier for Lola because her dad had never been a part of it. I honestly couldn’t even say if he ever would be if he’d been alive, but Zac’s mom hadn’t even wanted him.

No wonder they were so close.

“Mommy?” a croaky voice made me sit bolt upright in bed.

“Hey,” Adrian’s voice said softly. “What are you doing awake?”

“Adrian?” Lola said. “Why are you here?”

“I just took a shower. Is that all right?”

I crept over to the door and peeked out. The bathroom door illuminated the other end of the hallway, and Lola stood in her doorway, rubbing one eye.

“You don’t look very wet,” she said, squinty-eyed.

“Oh, silly. I’m about to. It’s late—you heard me wrong.” He knelt down—carefully. “Why are you awake?”

Lola frowned, still rubbing her eye. “The dinosaurs were trying to eat my toes.”

“Oh, no!” he said in a quiet voice. “Those silly dinosaurs. Why don’t you get back into bed and I’ll tell the dinosaurs to leave you alone?”

She looked at him. “Will they listen to you?”

“Oh, they have to. I’m a policeman. I’ll arrest them if they don’t.”

“Okay. Is Mommy sleeping?”

“I think so. She’s very tired. Come on.” He shooed her into her bedroom. I could just about see him making shooing movements with his hands. “Now, silly dinosaurs, leave Lola’s toes alone. If you wake her up again, I’ll arrest you and throw you all in jail. Go away!”

Lola giggled.

Adrian reached over and tucked her in with one hand, the other holding his towel in place. My heart skipped a beat when he pressed a kiss to her forehead, and I crept back away from the door before he turned away.