Page 84 of Dangerous Rhythm

Curtis chuckled. “I make you weak. Admit it.”

He bent low onto her chest and sucked a nipple into his mouth, prompting a loud gasp from her. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive tip while his hand reached low over her abs, over her mound, and slipped a finger in between her nether lips and felt the moisture there.

“Ah, yes, you’re weak for me, darling,” he whispered against her skin as he moved to capture her other nipple.

Slipping a digit into her wetness, Curtis felt her tighten around his finger and beg with her pelvis to be filled.

God, she runs as hot as lava.

Curtis didn’t prolong the wait. He knew what she wanted. He needed it as much as she wanted it. He pulled back and looked at her as he was poised to enter her.

“Lina,” he said her name.

Opening her eyes, Lina met his fiery gaze with her own.

“I love you,” he told her as he thrust into her.

Lina threw her head back with a deep groan. The notes that were always churning in the back of his mind came together in a melody as he buried himself deep inside her heat. Listening to her body’s direction as if she was the conductor, he moved with long, hard strokes.

“Yes,” she panted. She reached out a hand to him, needing more connection.

Curtis entwined their hands together as they moved as one, like two instruments in a duet—a cello and a bass—following each other’s lead. Breathing music into their frantic yet harmonious movements, the beat got faster and faster, and louder, and more desperate.

“Curtis,” Lina breathed out his name, desperate for what only he could give her.

Yes, you make me weak.

Lina loved how she could let go all of her inhibitions with him. After that first time, he never had to ask what she needed. He could read her like a fucking music sheet. And, oh, how glorious it felt to be touched as intuitively as he played his guitar.

The way his tongue tasted her lips. How his fingers caressed her skin. His nose inhaled her musk. His eyes took in everything. And his best trained sense—his ears—listened to every sound she made.

Lina never felt loved more.

She needed him to feel her love for him in the way she craved his taste, in how shivers followed his every touch, in how his male scent made her wild with passion. She loved how he watched her as she fell to the brink of ecstasy, and hearing his orgasmic groan brought her own climax to a higher level.

“We make wonderful music together, Lina.” Curtis chuckled against her neck later when they’d caught their breaths.

“Music?” Lina asked, puzzled

He kissed her. “Yes. Music.”

Lina let her heart listen. And she couldn’t agree more.

thirty-three

New York City

Where is that bastard?

It’d been days since her men reported from Barcelona. The fools couldn’t even handle some glorified entertainer and his girl bodyguard? Now they’d lost them. The kid with all the top-of-the-line bells and whistles on his computers hadn’t been able to pinpoint Curtis Bisset’s location accurately since Barcelona. He’d reported Curtis had been spotted in Cairo once. The day after, he was in Jordan. And yesterday, it was Cape Town.

How the hell did some stupid musician disappear on her? She was Serafina Stiletto. She’d had witnesses under police protection eliminated, and she couldn’t get her hands on the one man whose guts she wanted to bury her ruby-studded stiletto in?

Serafina ran her finger over the flat side of the blade as she thought of her little Rocco, lying lifeless in his casket.

My boy.

A tear trickled down her cheek.

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