Sins, Lies & Spies (Black Brothers #2)(48)

Logically, I should’ve let her walk away. We already had too much baggage and we’d only met a month ago. And we’d only been together for the last two weeks of that. Wanting her the way I did considering everything going on in our lives seemed crazy. But that hadn’t stopped me from rearranging my entire life to make room for her.

I moved her into my house.

I just punched Jack, my f*cking best friend and partner, in the face.

I introduced her to my brother.

I made nice with her friend who wanted to rip my dick off the moment she met me.

I did all of that because I wasn’t ready to say good-bye to her. It felt wrong. I liked waking up next to her in the morning. In fact, I wouldn’t mind seeing her face every morning. In other words, I could see myself keeping her around for the long haul and have the f*cking white picket fence and two-point-five kids with her—and that was impossible. I wasn’t cut out for that life. My mom had systematically destroyed my belief in other people and love, but I sure as hell could delay the inevitable as long as she’d let me.

I closed my eyes for a second, gathering my thoughts. “It wasn’t just about Miles and using you to get information. When I told you I wanted you from the minute I saw you, I was telling the truth. That hasn’t changed. I turned my life inside out to fit you into it. I didn’t need you to puzzle together the pieces connecting Miles, Benton, and Lang. I used it as an excuse to get what I wanted.”

“And what’s that?” Her words echoed off the concrete walls.

“You.” I slid the pads of my fingers over her pouting lips.

Her eyes softened and she nodded. “What now? Where does this leave us?”

“That depends on you,” I said quietly.

“On me?”

I smiled. “Yeah. What do you want?”

She stared at me for a beat, reluctance etched into her face, then she took a heavy breath. “I want to explore this. Whatever it is,” she admitted. “But—”

Not wanting to hear her objections, I kissed her, but it was so much more than a kiss. Every little thing felt more significant and more unforgettable with her. Did she feel the same or was I the only one so wrapped up in us that I couldn’t imagine a future without her?

A familiar sensation hummed through my body and every one of my senses zeroed in on her.

Her lemon scent.

Her pouty lower lip.

The delicate curves of her waist.

The way her curves molded against my body.

I groaned. Everything about her fit me perfectly, almost as if she were created for me and me alone.

My hands moved to her waist and I shoved her running pants down her legs. This stairway was seldom used. Even if it had been highly trafficked, I probably wouldn’t have cared. She kicked her pants to the side, and I didn’t waste a second. My fingers sought and found her wet heat, sliding, teasing and circling. Pleading noises tumbled from her mouth, and she clawed at my pants, jerking them over my hips.

She looked beautiful. Her neck was arched. Her dark hair tumbled down her back in waves. Her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes glowed. Her lips were parted. I wished I could transport us back to my apartment so I had time to explore every inch of her.

I yanked up her shirt and pulled one pink nipple into my mouth, then the other. She swayed and I lifted her, wedging my hips between her long legs. My hands easily spanned her waist, making me realize how incredibly small she was compared to me. I leveraged her weight against the door. Her hands curled around the back of my neck.

My brain told me this was the wrong time. The wrong place. The wrong choice, but damn, everything about Trinity felt so right. I was slipping past the point of no return. Maybe I already had.

Somehow, without even trying, she made me break all my rules, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be under her skin, in her heart and in her thoughts. I wanted her to think of me when she closed her eyes at night. I was ready to give her everything.

I aligned my cock with her entrance. “Is this okay?” I whispered next to her ear.

“Yes,” she groaned. “I want you.”

I didn’t wait for clarification. I fused my mouth to hers as I slid inside her, drinking every one of her sexy little moans like a fine glass of wine. I moved in and out, the door rattling with every thrust, announcing what we were doing to anyone nearby. The noise should’ve compelled me to stop this insanity. My life, my profile, and my job demanded discretion. Right then, I didn’t care.

“Every time, Trinity. Every f*cking time,” I murmured next to her ear.

The pads of my fingers dug into her hips, gripping tight, and I moved a little harder, a little quicker, like we were on a race to the finish line. With her back leveraged against the door, she met me thrust for thrust. Fleetingly, I worried I was being too rough, but her shuddering breaths and incoherent pleas told me otherwise.

Her movements turned jerky and a little frantic, and f*ck if I didn’t feel a little out of control too. Being with her was raw and honest, and every time I touched her, I fell further under her spell. My arms shook with exertion. My legs burned like the fires of hell. My heart pounded. Sweat dripped down the side of my face.

All too soon, her inner muscles clamped around me. My name tore from her lips and she tossed her head back, exposing the long line of her throat.

I dragged my nose up her neck. “You make me lose my mind, every f*cking time,” I growled.