I angled my body, and he sunk deep inside of me. I groaned as I grinded against him. He curled his fingers around my hips as his mouth collided with mine—a messy, wet combination of teeth, tongue, and lips.
“Fuck,” he muttered, slanting his head, breaking our kiss, and burying his head next to my neck. “This isn’t going to last.” He trailed open-mouthed kisses up and down my neck and behind my ear, sending tremors down my spine. Our bodies glistened with sweat and rain. Our exhalations fogged the windows as we rocked against each other, his hips colliding with mine.
He pushed me back against the seat, tilted my hips up, and slammed back inside of me. A jagged groan exploded from my mouth. “Oh God, right there.”
He gripped my hips, using them as leverage as he pounded inside of me. My head tapped against the door with every thrust. Delicious embers of pleasure spiraled through my body. I dug my fingers into his hips, forcing him to move faster, harder, and burying himself deeper until I felt boneless and complete.
I sunk my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. His lips crashed against mine, our moans and gasps tangled and danced until they became one stream ping-ponging back and forth between our mouths. Each flex and rotation of his hips lured me closer and closer to the finish line. Then, a bright light flashed behind my eyelids, and a cyclone of bliss whirled through me as all my nerve endings fired in a chorus of Hallelujahs.
After one final thrust, he tensed and then collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving and my legs still twisted around his waist. Our hearts thumped against each other as I smoothed my fingers through his damp hair.
“Maybe we should have waited,” he whispered next to my ear.
“No. That was…perfect.”
A strangled chuckle escaped his lips, tickling the side of my neck. “Perfect, huh?” He braced his body on his elbows, his eyes searching mine with a faint smile on his too sexy lips. “I don’t think anyone has ever called car sex perfect.”
I laughed. “Maybe you’re right.”
He swept my hair from my face. “No more secrets. No more lies. No more running.”
I nodded as hope bloomed in my heart. Maybe we could do this. Really do this. Together. With nothing between us.
“We should go before…” His voice trailed off and he shrugged.
I sat up and gathered my wet clothes. “No, you’re right.”
He unzipped his black duffel and handed me a t-shirt and gym shorts. “Here, put these on.”
I eyed them suspiciously.
“They’re clean,” he said, pulling on his pants and fastening them.
I shrugged and then put them on before I climbed into the front seat. A few seconds later, he joined me. He didn’t start the car right away. Instead, he stared out the front windshield as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, darkness bathing the interior of the car.
“We didn’t use a condom again,” he finally said, not looking at me.
I swallowed hard. “I know.” It didn’t cross my mind until he said it, but I never thought clearly around him. “I still haven’t had my period.”
“I think you should go to the doctor.”
Alarm constricted my chest. He was right. I’d been thinking the same thing, but I spent the last few weeks concentrating on everything and anything but the giant elephant in the room. “Maybe.”
He squeezed my leg, attempting to reassure me. “Hey.”
I turned to face him. “Yeah?”
He turned on the ignition. “Either way it will be okay. Trust me, we’ll figure it out.”
I blew out a breath and nodded my head. “You’re right. It’s not the end of the world.”
He turned on the car and pulled out of the parking lot. “Not even close,” he said so softly I almost missed it.
Chapter Seventeen
Ryker
After Hattie had fallen asleep, I snuck into the guest room to talk to Rever. I wanted to move forward with Hattie, but in order to make it happen, I needed to get Rever out of my apartment and my life. I couldn’t procrastinate any longer. As much as I’d like to ignore it, we had to address the Anna situation.
Rever wasn’t asleep. He was leaning against the headboard with his iPad in his lap.
“Are you busy?” I asked, closing the door softly behind me.
“Does it look like it?” he snapped without meeting my eyes.
Ignoring his comment, I settled into the chair in the corner of the room. The tension had grown steadily between us with every passing day. “What do you want to do about Anna?”
He tossed his iPad on the top of the bed. “Does this mean you’re finally ready to help?”
I tapped my fingers on the arm of the chair, trying to control my temper. Rever acted like a petulant child when he didn’t get his way. “It depends on the circumstances. I’m not going on a suicide mission, but if there’s a logical way to get her, then I’ll help you. I won’t do it alone though.”
Rever sat up and dangled his legs over the side of the bed. “She goes to church every Sunday.El Sagrado Corazón de Jesús. That’s the only time she’s allowed to leave their home.”
“Are you suggesting we abduct her from the church? Should we storm the church with our guns and drag her out of there?” I mocked.
“No. She could pretend she didn’t feel well and walk outside during mass. We’d be waiting by the curb.”
“And then where do we go?”
“We should leave by helicopter, not a boat. A boat would take too long.”
I nodded absently. “Whose helicopter? We can’t ask anyone associated with Ignacio or the Vargas Cartel.”
Rever shrugged. “I have a friend who runs a helicopter tour service out of Cancun. I think he’d help us.”
I scrubbed my hands over my face. “Is he trustworthy?”
“I trust him. He’s a good guy. We’ve been friends for over ten years.”
I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. Being friends with Rever for over a decade wasn’t exactly a ringing endorsement of trustworthiness. From what Ignacio told me, Rever spent the last ten years drinking, taking drugs, and fucking.
Rever stood up and shook his head. “I know what you’re thinking, but Emilio is a good guy. He’s not like me. He has a wife and a couple of kids. He’s spent the last five years building his business. He’s bailed me out of more than one bad situation over the years.”
“I don’t know, Rever. Have you thought this through?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Think about what you’re saying. Do you really think it’s a good idea to involve someone with a wife and kids?”
His brows snapped together, and he frowned. “What do you mean?”
“If we’re successful and Juan Alvarez finds out about his involvement, we’re basically painting a giant crosshair on Emilio’s forehead. They’d slaughter him along with every member of his family.” I raised my eyebrows. “Are you okay with that?”