Page 75 of Twisted Hearts

She grinned up at me. I bent down, inhaling her sweet scent, and I kept my gaze on her as I made that first delicious swipe of my tongue through her center. The grin died on her lips, replaced with her jaw clenching as her hips arched into me.

I dove into her, tasting and teasing, using my fingers to prepare her for me and my tongue and mouth to drive her wild until her needy whimpers echoed through the apartment and her hand dug into my hair, pressing me to her, pulling me closer.

Fuck.The sting on my scalp was worth it when she started bucking into me with abandon and came, stomach muscles clenching, hand grabbing a fistful of hair, and I had to push her thighs down so her legs didn’t clamp fiercely around my head, strangling my breaths.

I still had more to give her. More to take.

I hoped like hell she wasn’t too tired after her long day of work, because I had a feeling this was going to take all night.

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Hours later,after round one, after a shower, after we stopped for dinner then ended up tangled together on the couch, making love and screaming the building down in a move so similar to how we’d begun our day the week before, my dick needed a really long break before I could go again.

In my arms, naked but for the blanket I’d pulled over us, Addi was on her side, and her hands were running softly up and down.

It was the worst time to bring up what I’d found out about that picture, but at least with her wrapped up in me, I was there to hold her through it if she needed that from me.

“We need to talk.”

“Oh no,” she groaned, pushing to her back and glaring up at me. “That is not even close to the four words a woman wants to hear after seriously hot sex.”

My brows arched and I gave her a playful look. “Seriously hot? Like…how serious are we talking? Like the most seriously hottest sex of your life?”

She slapped my bare chest. “What is it?”

Right.Bad news first. “We’ll finish this conversation later, but we need to talk about that picture.”

Like I’d expected, her peaceful expression vanished and she gave me a wary look. “What is it?”

I sat up and pulled her with me, keeping the blanket draped around us. She might need to move hearing this. I turned as much as I could to face her and let the blanket fall to my waist.

I’d held this back before, but now, after confirming the man she’d seen at her father’s house was Saul Mancusso, I didn’t have that freedom. Not if I wanted her to be aware of everything.

She’d had enough hidden from her, foryears. I wouldn’t be that same guy even if my instincts screamed at me to protect her in every way possible.

“Hold on.” I stood and tossed the blanket off me then pointed to the couch. “Stay here.” For this conversation, we needed clothes.

“And miss this view?” she teased, although she still didn’t have color to her face. “No way am I leaving.”

“Good.” Amazingly considering the subject I knew was coming, I was still smiling—something I couldn’t ever remember happening.

I went to the bedroom and dug around in the bag she’d had me store in there so it wasn’t in her living room, and I pulled on a pair of sweatpants. After tugging on a white t-shirt, I dug through her dresser until I found some comfortable flannel pants and grabbed a sweatshirt from her closet. The more covered she was, the more I could focus.

I met her back out in the living room, and she frowned. “That’s not the view I was hoping would return.” She wiggled her brows playfully, trying to push past what I was stalling on telling her.

“Get dressed. I’ll pour some wine for you.”

“So it’sthatkind of conversation.” She worried her lip with her teeth.

I paused on my way to the kitchen. “It’ll be okay, but we found out some things today you need to know.”

“Daniel?”

“In a roundabout way.” When she didn’t move to take her clothes from my hands, I shook them, and repeated, “Get dressed, I’ll pour some wine.”

“All right.” She sighed and dropped the blanket.

The little minx.

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