The Beautiful Thief (Stolen Hearts #2)(39)

Adam was quiet for a second. She wasn’t sure whether he’d forgotten that there were more people included in her vendetta or whether he was just reminded that he was one of the three people she held responsible. It wasn’t just Forbes. It was him too. She’d been letting herself forget that, but for the first time it occurred to her that he might’ve let himself forget too.

“We had a deal,” he finally said.

“Fine. We’ll find Forbes again. If this really was a trap for us, he’s not exactly going to disappear any time soon, is he? Next time, random mystery women won’t get in our way. I promise.”

“That wasn’t the deal.”

She opened her mouth, but no words came out. She knew exactly what he was talking about. He was going to give her the golden opportunity to kill Forbes and in return....

“Now I get you.”





Adam was past the point of sympathy. He was past the point of empathy or understanding. God, all he could feel right now was unadulterated rage. He was angry at Forbes for ordering the death of someone else. He was angry at that stupid girl for getting in the way. He was angry at himself for not taking the gun out of Melody’s hand in time and taking care of Forbes himself.

What had he expected? Melody to let some random person get a bullet in the head? Fuck no. She was too innocent for that. He didn’t care what kind of crime family she grew up in; he knew her better than that.

And by the time he’d finally gotten the gun, Forbes had been the least of his worries. He’d had to keep the backup from shooting in their direction, and Forbes had taken cover long before Adam could line up a shot.

Adam knew the deal he’d made with Melody was stupid. He knew he was a bastard for even thinking it up in the first place. And if she’d asked him three hours ago if he was really going to take her up on it, he probably would’ve said no way in hell.

But right now, with this mixture of anger and adrenaline shooting through his veins, there was nothing that could stop him from closing the distance between them and crushing his mouth against hers.

She gasped in surprise but didn’t fight him as he moved them both out of the bathroom. He’d planned on going to the bed, but instead he pushed her up against the wall across from the bathroom door.

This allowed him to press every inch of himself against her hot body, and he had to resist the urge to groan in pleasure at the simple feel of her against him. Fuck, he remembered seeing her when he’d gotten back to his houseboat. So damn beautiful and mysterious and untouchable.

But she wasn’t untouchable tonight. Tonight he was going to touch, taste, and feel every single inch of her. He started with hooking a hand under her thigh and lifting her leg to wrap around his hips, allowing his full and ready erection to rest right between her thighs where it wanted to be. But the panties would have to stay on for the moment or he might lose all sense of control he had.

Control.... The idea was laughable. Except he couldn’t laugh. All he could do was keep on kissing Melody. She was kissing him back now, her body pushing against his, her warm core rubbing against his cock and making him want to lose his damn mind.

And then her tongue tentatively brushed his lips and he couldn’t help but take a mile from the inch she offered. He bit at her lip before soothing the sting with his own tongue and kissing her as deeply as he could. The entire time, his hands ran up and down her body, trying to commit every dip and curve to memory. But the damn dress, which he’d spent half the night mentally worshiping, was now his greatest enemy.

Abruptly, Adam pulled away and twisted Melody around to face the wall. She gasped in a breath, but he didn’t give her any time to get her bearings before he started to slowly pull the zipper down. Her pale skin was a stark contrast to the black material. He ran his hand over the freshly exposed skin before he peeled the edges over her shoulders and let it pool on the ground. She started to turn around, but he pushed at her shoulders, keeping her pinned against the wall. He wasn’t done appreciating her from this side yet.

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, on the outside of her bra strap, before he pushed it over her shoulder to reveal the extra centimeter of exposed skin. Then he kissed down her back, following the trail of her spine, lower and lower to the very dip at the small of her back.

When he reached the flare of her hips, he turned her once more. It took barely any effort to get her to follow his commands, as though she was just waiting for his next move. Fuck, that made her hot. Everything about this woman was hot.

He hooked his fingers in the lace of her black panties and pulled them down her legs, nipping at her thigh before they fell to the ground.

She took a quick intake of breath as he lifted one of her legs and set it over his shoulder. “Adam,” she breathed.

He had no idea what she wanted to say because he found the warm, wet folds between her legs and in one quick motion, he pushed two fingers inside and took her clit in his mouth.

Melody tensed against him, and one of her hands came down and curled in his hair. At first he thought she was going to push him away, but she didn’t, and he started to let himself drive her crazy. He let her little moans and screams direct him as he drove her closer and closer to climax, when she finally let her head fall back and tensed around him.

“Adam,” she breathed once more as her body seemed to relax and turn into jelly around him.

He withdrew his fingers from her and placed a gentle kiss on her flat stomach as he stood up. “Yeah?”