Page 66 of Drawn Blue Lines

I watched the conflict play out on her face. Her every instinct told her to fight me, but she didn’t. Rolling her lips over her teeth and pressing them together was her single act of defiance. I wasn’t pissed. In fact, it made me smile. I knew her rules against kissing, and I had no intention of breaking them. Besides, I didn’t want her mouth.

Reaching under her T-shirt, I ran my hand along her stomach, feeling her sharp inhale as I toyed with the lace at the top of her panties. Her fingers curled around the counter and the steady thump thump thump of her pulse under my thumb detonated as I slipped my hand inside. I closed my eyes at her tortured groan and sank my finger deep inside her.

Fucking hell, she was wet, and I couldn’t get enough. I pumped faster, adding a second finger. The more I pumped, the tighter her walls gripped my me, and I almost came undone imagining what they’d do to my cock.

Adriana’s head flopped back against my chest. “Oh, fuck.”

Keeping up my brutal pace, I shifted my hand, pressing down on her clit as I thrusted. We weren’t looking at each other, but neither of us cared to. This was primal need in its most basic form. Adriana’s clenched hands shook against the counter as she whimpered, a sound magnified by the feel of her ass grinding against my cock.

Jesus, if she didn’t stop, I was going to come in my fucking pants.

“Give me what I want, Adriana,” I growled in her ear. Curling my fingers, I sought out the one spot I knew would bring her to her knees.

“Shit!” she screamed, shaking violently. “Oh, dios, por favor no pares. No pares.”

No worries, princesa. I have no intentions on stopping.

“Scream my name, Adriana, or I swear I’ll throw you on this counter and eat your pussy until you pass out.”

I hit the fleshy button inside her again, and she erupted like a volcano, convulsing and clawing my arm as her ear-piercing scream rattled the thin windows. “Brody. Brody. Brody!”

I released my hold on her throat, and she collapsed against the sink, the demon that haunted her gone—at least for now. She was spent but calm. Almost as if by stripping away her control, I actually restored it.

It was a heady feeling. And then the reality of what we’d just done crashed down around her. Adriana’s spine stiffened, and she pulled away. I could see her frantically rebuilding the wall I’d just knocked down, and if she thought I’d allow it, she was crazy.

Laying a hand on her shoulder, I spun her around, making her watch as I sucked the taste of her off one finger at a time. When the last one was licked clean, I straightened her T-shirt and ran the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip. “Get some sleep, princesa. We have a long day tomorrow.”

She blinked. “There’s only one mattress.”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Are you sure?”

I smirked at the subtle question in her voice. I’d have to jerk off all night just to be able to function tomorrow, but tonight’s experiment was over.

“Adriana, if I lay next to you, I’m fucking you.”

All the color drained from her face, and she took a step back.

I walked away with a wink. “That’s what I thought.”

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I checked my watch again, cursing under my breath as I pounded my fist on the door for the third time. “Adriana, this isn’t a damn vacation. Get your ass up and get dressed. We still have a three-hour drive to Guadalajara.”

Silence.

Propping my free hand against the doorframe, I pressed my thumb against my temple, trying to ward off the headache brewing behind my eyes. Most of it stemmed from irritation from Adriana’s stubbornness. However, spending the night wide awake while jerking my dick raw didn’t help my mood.

I pounded again. “Adriana, open the door, or I’m leaving your ass here.”

Lie.

There was no way in hell I’d walk my ass into Muñoz territory without her by my side. I had a reckless streak, not a death wish. Still, I had the keys and a drug house in the middle of Mexico was the last place I assumed she’d want to be stranded.

Threats had a fifty-fifty payout, but I was getting antsy.

Silence.

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