The Beautiful Thief (Stolen Hearts #2)(40)

Once he was standing, she reached out and set a hand at the back of his neck. He wasn’t sure whether she was trying to pull him closer or whether she just needed help standing. Then the three little words made him lose his shit. “I need more,” she whispered.

He lifted her against him and she wrapped her legs around his hips. She wore only her boots and bra while he still wore every damn thing. They needed to both be naked right now.

He turned with her in his arms and carried her to the bed.



Melody felt as though there wasn’t a single bone in her body. She wanted to focus on the feel of Adam’s strong arms holding her up, but in seconds he’d laid her out on the bed. Her limbs, still feeling like jelly, went limp as she spread out on the bed.

Adam set his knee on the mattress and the dipping mattress motivated her to reach up. As he put a knee on each side of her, she worked at each of the buttons, possibly ripping two off. She wasn’t all that focused as she pushed the shirt over his shoulders. God, how many times had he been walking around her half naked? This was different. Now she could run her fingers over his chest and down the ridges of his stomach.

“Mel....” His voice was low and gruff. Different than anything she’d ever heard come out of him, and she almost smiled at the thought of her doing that to him.

It spurred her on and she pressed a quick kiss to his stomach as he tugged at his belt. When she unzipped his pants, his erection practically sprung free from its confinement.

“Mel, I—”

Before he could finish the sentence, she wrapped her fingers around his cock. He cursed and sucked in a breath before he pulled away. Before she had time to pout, he had kicked off his shoes and removed the rest of his pants, pulling a little foil packet out of the back pocket.

Melody leaned back on her elbows and watched as he rolled the condom over his erection. It had been so long since she’d been with anyone, and she’d never been with someone so raw and masculine. There should be a picture of Adam next to the word “Male” in the dictionary.

As soon as the condom was on, he stalked back to the bed and anticipation raced through her.

“This isn’t right.” He reached for an ankle and parted her legs for him.

She bit her lip as he climbed her body. “What’s not right?” she finally managed as he rested his erection at her entrance and leaned in closer.

“You’re not naked.” He positioned himself right at her entrance.

She suddenly remembered that her bra was still on, but then he was pushing forward and there were no thoughts in her mind. Just the fullness and the burning need for him to keep moving.

Adam was still above her, every muscle tense. His head fell into the crook of her neck and she ran her hands up and down his back, silently encouraging him to go on. He pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder and then a sudden sharp bite as he finally started to move.

Melody’s eyes drifted shut and her head fell back as she focused on the friction between them. She was still extra sensitive from the earlier orgasm, so every thrust felt like a fireworks show.

She held onto the hard muscles of his back, and the heels of her boots pressed into his thighs as he went faster and faster. She was surrounded by his hot skin and cool sheets. The sounds of their heavy breathing mingled; then he grunted as every muscle went stiff, and that was the last straw to push her over the edge.

For a few long moments, they stayed like that, with Melody wrapped around Adam. She didn’t say anything. Didn’t know what to say. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This shouldn’t have happened.

Sure, she made that stupid deal with him, but this wasn’t about a debt owed. She hadn’t even thought about that at all while they were together. All she could think about was getting more of him any way she could get it, not that she owed him something.

As for what he thought... well, that wasn’t a conversation she wanted to have any time soon.

She knew she should be getting up and packing, but he wasn’t exactly in a hurry. She wanted to ask him whether everything was okay, but she stopped herself. That was what normal people did. That’s what couples would do.

She shifted and her nose brushed his neck. She took a deep breath. He smelled good. She assumed that once they’d, well, gone the distance, that little things like that wouldn’t get to her.

“Are you smelling me?” he asked.

Her eyes snapped open at the unexpected question. “No! I was breathing. Next to you.” She winced at the weak save.

“I like how you smell too.” He pushed himself up. She started to sit up, but he held a hand out to stop her. “Hell no. You’re exactly where I want you. Except when I come back, you’d better take that damn bra off.”





Melody cracked her eyes open. The sunlight streaming through the edge of the curtains told her it was past time to leave, but she didn’t want to move. Adam held her with one arm on her waist and his hard body was against her back.

It had been a long and exhausting night. Every time she’d wake up, Adam seemed ready to go again. And she couldn’t bring herself to say no. She didn’t want to say no. All she wanted was his touch.

Toni could be barging in on them any second, and who knew how thorough Forbes’s search was for them. But for right now she was warm and comfortable. As long as she stayed in this bed, she didn’t have to deal with questions. From other people or herself.