Page 44 of Dangerous Rhythm

Finally.

Lina opened her eyes and found Curtis staring back into hers.

His lust was clear. But there was something else there that left a heavy lump in her chest.

Lina. Finally, Lina.

Curtis felt himself go harder inside her, as if it was physically possible. Or maybe she was just that snug. He let out a guttural groan from his throat when her velvety channel tightened around him. He almost spilled himself.

He looked at her sinful-angel face—flat expression gone, swollen lips rounded in a moan at their joining. Curtis wasn’t poetic with words, but at that moment, she looked beatific.

Curtis stopped breathing, and his heart swelled.

When her eyes opened and their gazes locked, he couldn’t move. He realized, at that moment, he was content. Never mind the psycho who was after him or any other trouble plaguing him. At that second, he knew bliss.

He closed the distance between them and kissed her gently. In a dance that was as old as time, he moved inside her with a rhythm that rocked both his and her world. Just like how he approached his music, there was a time to accelerate slowly, and there was a time when you started with a bang.

This time around, their music sheet was calling for an allegro—fast and bright. Good thing, too, because he didn’t think he could last this time around.

Curtis pumped into her hard and swift, making her gasp, eyes rolling back in ecstasy.

Driving into her deep, thrusting like his life was depending on her orgasm, Curtis held on as his climax built. But Lina…

Lina’s legs could barely held on to Curtis as he rammed into her if she didn’t have the wall supporting her. Gasps and moans escaped from her throat, and she didn’t even care if the entire building heard her.

Oh god, more, more, more,she chanted silently inside her head. And as if he read her mind, Curtis abruptly pulled out, twisted her so she faced the wall, and in one quick stroke was back inside her from behind.

“Curtis,” she cried out his name as he drove into her in that same fast rhythm, except now his right hand looped around her hip and his fingertips found her clit and pinched the sensitive button.

And Lina exploded even as he continued to thrust into her deeper. Her body jerked so hard that her knees buckled under her. If not for Curtis and the wall holding her up, she’d melt onto the floor.

Curtis wrapped his arms tightly around her and buried his face at the base of her neck, drowning his own guttural groan as he climaxed. She could feel him vibrate all the way into her core, making her shiver with an exquisite aftershake.

Slowly, they slid onto the floor, loose, weak limbs entangled.

“Lina Cheung,” he whispered. “I think you killed me.”

nineteen

Lina turned the temperature of the shower a tad lower. She needed to cool down her overheating body, especially after what had just transpired between her and Curtis. She still couldn’t believe the words that had come out of her mouth.

Fuck me.

She shuddered, remembering how saying it made her feel. It might be crude, but no other term seemed to fit.

Make love to mejust didn’t have the same ring to it, when she’d wanted—no, needed—to release all that adrenaline, fear, guilt, and everything she felt for him before she exploded. There had been an eruption, but at least it was the pleasurable in the most holy-motherfucker-do-that-to-me-again way.

But now what?

Lina realized she’d broken the professional code she’d lectured Curtis on. She’d been the initiator, and after she’d almost gotten him killed on the streets of Barcelona. She had some decisions to make. His safety was her number one priority before her feelings or whatever idiotic notion she’d imagined he might be to her.

He was a rock star. A fuck boy rock star. A sweet one, but still a fuck boy. He couldn’t be anything but a client to her.

But he’s different.

Lina’s heart tried to argue the hard logic part of her. After knowing him for four years, even in limited time, she couldn’t lump Curtis into one cliche.

Because he’s not that, despite his imperfections.

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