The Cunning Thief (Stolen Hearts #6)(36)

Part of her wanted to fight and tell him where to shove it. But she found herself doing exactly what he said. She turned and set her hands on the roof of the Mustang. For a second, he didn’t touch her. She was about to ask him what was happening when she heard the telltale sound of his zipper going down. Then his body was pressing against hers. She didn’t know where his hands were, but she could feel his cock pressing insistently against her ass while his chest warmed her back. His breaths fell against her neck and she let her eyes drift shut. Even though her body practically vibrated with the need to have him inside her, she couldn’t help but savor the pure eroticism of the touch that was just about to be.

Then his hands were finally on her as he reached for the waistband of her pants and pushed them just over her hips. The gentle Florida breeze was chilling, and she could feel goose bumps forming across her skin, which only intensified as his hand went back between her legs. Her eyes drifted shut and she rested her forehead against the car as he brushed her clit. She jerked at the sudden sensation, which had her pushing her ass back and against his hot cock. Moaning at the sensation, she begged, “Pleaseeeee....”

He finally listened to her and guided himself to her entrance. Before gliding in, he leaned one big hand on the Mustang. Shae stared at it for a moment, once again taken aback by how big it was. How strong and masculine just that one part of him was. Good grief, she was even entranced by his hand. How bad off would she be once they—

He slid in easily. She could feel herself stretching to accommodate his size, his big hands obviously being indicative of other things, but she was so damn hot for him already.

Tristan let out a growl in her ear and suddenly she wished she could face him. The shiny black reflection of him in front of her was just a fuzzy image, missing all the detail.

“Damn you feel good,” he breathed against her.

She wanted to tell him he felt good too, but all she could manage was a little murmur. He must’ve known what that meant, because then he started to move. He withdrew almost completely, until just the very tip of him was still inside, and then he thrust forward with so much force that Shae had to adjust her stance against the car. But she wasn’t complaining. Every little bit of friction was exactly what she needed.

He pulled out again and then thrust back, this time even harder than before. She curled her fingertips, and if they were in a bed, she would’ve been tightly gripping the sheets. For a brief second, she remembered they were outside, and could be seen at any moment. And then he was thrusting back inside, and she was right back in her erotic haze. He pounded harder and faster, but her body soaked up every single little piece of movement, each pushing her higher and higher. And right when she was so close to going over the edge of that cliff, he reached in front of her and cupped her mound. That little touch was all it took to send her flying over the edge. Her entire body tensed, and she bit her lip to keep from screaming out as the orgasm ripped through her. It was everything she knew it would be and a thousand times more. More than she’d ever experienced before, and yet nothing like what she’d expected.

Half a second later, Tristan was tensing too. He held her tightly against him, letting go of the Mustang as he gripped her hips hard. The grip was painful, and yet she was proud of herself for causing him to lose control. Proud that it wasn’t just her under this strange spell. At least if they were going to fall apart, they fell apart together.

As he came down from the rush, he leaned forward until she was pressed up against the car and she was supporting his weight. He must’ve been holding himself back a little bit because it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just awkward.

For a few seconds, they just stayed there. She hadn’t been lying when she said this would be a mistake. She also didn’t regret it. The whole thing seemed... inevitable. A natural progression. Their being together was like a storm in the distance. She might not be ready for it, she might not want it to hit, but it was gonna come one way or another. It was going to roll in even if she tried to run.

Then, in probably the most unexpected thing about the entire exchange, Tristan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the back of her head. “We should get going, babe.”

Babe? Was that her pet name now? She would complain, but after the orgasm she just had, she supposed Tristan could call her anything he wanted to call her.





Tristan was officially in over his head. He didn’t make mistakes. Not big ones at least. And in the past hour, he’d made every mistake in the book. He hadn’t gotten clear of a potentially hostile situation. He’d been distracted. He’d stayed out in the open for way too long, with a stolen car. He’d dragged a civilian into a compromising position. He couldn’t even be discreet about it. Considering Toni knew exactly how far away he was, she was going to be asking why they were delayed. He wasn’t concerned about himself. He could lie, no problem. But he knew the second Toni asked about it, Shae’s face would glow as bright as a Christmas tree. No, the tryst was going to be discovered. Considering Toni already saw them walking down the aisle together, that could only lead to more complications in his life.

Shae was distant the rest of the drive. Tristan didn’t know whether he should be happy about that or not. Who wanted a whole long talking session after sex? He sure as hell didn’t. He was usually the one grabbing his clothes and heading out the door. It wasn’t exactly an option in this case.