A Dirty Business (Kings of New York #1)(79)

“Hey.” His smile was gentle. He moved in, cupping both sides of my face and bending to rest his forehead to mine. A brief second there, then his lips dipped, grazing over mine before coming back, more demanding. His body settled into mine, and I felt his tension leave his body. He continued kissing me, his tongue sweeping inside.

Heat lit inside of me, beginning to pulsate through my veins.

He did that. Always.

He groaned, pulling back, breathing unsteadily. “God. I could hold you forever.”

My hands raised to his arms. I pushed him back a little, leaning my head to get a better look at him. “What is going on? New phone. It’s not safe?”

His eyes got serious, and the softness left him. A wall came down before he pulled all the way back from me. My hands dropped to the seat between us. A chill came through the vehicle. I fought against shivering but couldn’t hold it.

He looked up as if he could see my apartment. “Why is Kelly here?”

“I don’t know, but hey.” I touched the side of his face, turning him back to me. “What’s going on?”

His face was closed off again. “I can’t tell you. It’s family stuff.”

My hand fell away. “Oh.”

He looked back up. “Is there something wrong with her and Justin? Did she say something?”

“No.” Why did he care about that? “They probably just had a fight. It’s Kelly. She gets like this. Emotional. They’ll fight, and I’m sure even by tonight, she’ll head back again. This is normal relationship stuff for her. She feels deeply.”

“Yeah. Maybe.”

“Family stuff? For you? That’s why you got a new phone?”

He focused back on me, seeing me again. His whole face sharpened, and he leaned forward, touching the side of my face. His hand cupped me there. His thumb trailed lightly over the corner of my mouth, and he angled his head, his eyes growing dark. Lust filled them. His thumb rested over my bottom lip, pulling it down. He shuddered, his hand falling away from me. “I need to stay away from you for a while, for your safety.”

A shiver went down my spine. “This is business related?”

Of course it was. I was foolish to hope it was something else, something normal like . . . I didn’t know. A divorce, which didn’t make sense, but along those lines. Something normal people struggled with, but it wasn’t. It was another reminder I was on one side, and he was on the other.

“Don’t do that. I can feel you pulling away.”

I laid my head against the seat, gazing at him. I felt the distance. It was cold, but I was used to it. It was lonely too. “It’s how it’s supposed to be, right? You doing Mafia stuff. Me doing law stuff.”

His eyes were smoldering dark, lingering on my mouth. A growl left him.

His mouth was on mine, the heat there and climbing. I felt it. It was consuming me. Maybe it was because this was the last night before who knew how long until I saw him again. A night? Two? A month? If ever? That was in the realm of possibility, and I had a crying best friend upstairs who was probably done showering, but the ache had burrowed all the way into my chest, deep in there. It was in the pocket by my heart, and I couldn’t bring myself to pull away from him.

His mouth was on mine.

Need. Want. Desire.

Lust.

It wrapped around my body, making me feel alive, warming me up, and I couldn’t hold it back. I needed him, just him. Nothing else.

He picked me up, and I was climbing onto his lap, not thinking, not paying attention to anything else.

My hand tunneled through his hair as his swept down my body, pulling my hips against his, and we stilled from the contact.

God.

That felt so good. Too fucking good.

I began moving over him as his hands went to my hips, then to my ass. He gripped me, moving me with him. I tipped my head back, my mouth meeting him, his tongue moving against mine. One of his hands went up, catching my hair, and he tugged my head back. I made a guttural sound as his mouth began moving down my throat, tasting me. Licking me.

His hand let go of my hair, falling back to my pants, and he moved inside, finding my underwear.

I hissed at the touch because it felt so damn good.

His other hand splayed out, grasping my ass.

He pulled back, nipping at my throat. “Sit up.”

I did, lifting up, and he moved my underwear aside, taking position, finding my entrance.

Together, as one, I lowered as his fingers slid up, his back hand guiding me.

His mouth landed on mine as I began riding him, slow, steady. My hips rolled forward, moving into a good rhythm. His thumb rubbed over my clit, pressing in slowly, a delicious circle, and I gasped, the sensations swirling through me. They were wrapping around every organ in me, in my spine, crawling up me. The pleasure was unbearable. Almost. I cried out, my hips pumping harder over him.

His mouth caught my cry, swallowing it, and then he pulled me down, sinking me harder over his fingers, and my whole body jerked.

I exploded over him.

The waves erupted through me. They were almost violent in their power. My whole body was shuddering, quaking in the aftermath, until I melted into him.

He held me, his other hand smoothing up and down my back in a calming, comforting motion.

I didn’t want to move. My whole body was a pile, no bones.

He never urged me to move. He just kept caressing me, holding me.