Page 2 of Miami Heat (Urban Heat 3)

“I’d feel better if—”

“Okay, I’ll ask Adam.” Her heart sped up with just the mention of the man’s name. Adam was her protector and her current lover. She didn’t mind him tagging along. Over the last few months, they’d hardly been apart.

“Good,” her dad said, and she heard relief in his tone. “Call me when you’re settled in.”

“Will do. Bye.”

She straightened from a lunge and walked over to tap the disconnect button on her phone. Right away, a sound caught her attention, a creak in the floor. Rather than look toward the hall, she pretended not to hear it. Every muscle in her body tensed, but she forced herself to stay loose. Although she strained, she heard no new sound, but she was no longer alone in the house.

Sakura reached for her hairband and pulled her hair back behind her head. With a few twists, she had secured it into a ponytail and rolled her shoulders. When the attack came, she was ready for it. The man leaped over the back of the couch from behind her. She gave him credit for her not seeing him enter the room. At the last second, she sidestepped, and he went hurtling past. He shoulder rolled and landed on his feet, eyes narrowed and trained on her. Sakura took in his build, six feet or a bit over, muscular, short black hair, translucent brown eyes, and a firm jaw.

Before he could move again, she pulled the knife from beneath the couch cushion and hurtled it at him. The man ducked, and the weapon sliced into the far wall at the level where his face had been seconds earlier. His brows rose, but she spun away to retrieve another knife, taped beneath the coffee table.

“Oh no you don’t,” he groused, his Latino roots clear in the lilt to his words. “You are not getting away from me, mami.”

His arm came around her waist, and before she could stomp on his foot, he hauled her off her feet. She elbowed him in the side, and his grasp loosened. A fist to his chin sent his head snapping back, and she broke free, dropped to the floor, and swiped a leg out to trip him. His stance was so strong, her kick did nothing but send vibrations of pain up her leg She gritted her teeth. The attacker wrapped her ponytail around a large fist and brought the bulk of his body down on top of her, pinning her to the floor. Sakura gasped.

“Bastard,” she growled, and tried to jab two fingers into his eyes. He caught the hand and jerked her arm across her body. She tried again, but he released her hair and caught that hand, too. Now she lay beneath him, her arms crossed over her head and completely at his mercy. He shifted to hold both wrists in one palm, and then his hips rose off hers. She prepared for another move, but the clink of his belt brought her up short. Th

e next instant, he snatched the seat of her panties aside and sank his cock deep into her pussy. Sakura cried out.

“Mm,” he moaned in her ear. “You feel so good. Do you see how hard you made me, fighting me like that?”

Sakura bit her lip and shut her eyes. She stopped struggling and let her forehead rest on the exercise mat. “Adam, you bum, you play dirty.”

He chuckled and kissed her ear. “I think I deserve a lot more than this. You didn’t hold back with that knife.”

“That’s my job.” She moaned. His deep thrusts drove her insane. The feel of his shaft inside her, combined with his natural male scent, the hardness of his muscles, his voice, all of it worked together to give her ultimate pleasure. This reaction was one reason she hadn’t sent him packing like she’d done with past lovers. None of them compared to Adam, but she refused to admit it to him. Let the man think he could be replaced today or tomorrow.

He released her wrists and brought his hands down to her waist. A swift movement rolled him to his back and her straddling his hips with her back to him. Sakura gripped his thighs and began riding his cock.

Her security system was rock solid, and when the alarm didn’t go off, she’d known it was him who entered the house. They played these games almost from day one when she began sparring with him, but more and more the fighting led to hot sex. What pleased her just as much as having him make love to her was knowing she could no longer best him. He was right. She’d tried to get the upper hand and bring him down, but somewhere along the way, the greenhorn her dad had brought on to work with the Keith family had grown beyond what anyone ever expected. Sakura hated admitting it, but even with her own dirty tricks to win a fight, she found it impossible to beat Adam. He both frustrated and turned her on.

Adam sat up behind her and brought a hand around her belly. His splayed fingers teased her flesh, making her hotter. She trembled on top of him, desperate to come. When he grabbed her hand and curled her fingers around her panties, he spoke a harsh command in her ear. “Hold them.”

She did as he asked, keeping the panties out of the way while he squeezed her waist in a tight hold and drove her up and down his shaft, at the same time pushing upward into her pussy. She screamed his name and rocked hard on him, wanting it all. Her clit throbbed, and she rubbed it, sending sensations of pleasure pulsing through her core. Adam swore in Spanish, and just as she came, shaking and moaning, he emptied himself inside her.

“Ay, tù tan caliente,” he murmured, and she fell back against his chest.

She climbed off him and headed down the hall, stripping as she walked. Adam’s light step sounded behind her, and she smiled. “You’re sloppy, Adam Michael Martinez. I heard you in the hall. You’re supposed to be stealthier than that.”

“All three names, huh?” he asked, amused. “If your house wasn’t so old…”

She glared at him over her shoulder. He’d stripped as well, and she almost missed a step taking in the rich, taut skin that made him look like he had a year-round tan. Adam’s knowing glance, his brow raised, said he knew the affect his body had on her. She turned away quickly. One thing she’d learned over the years was never to let a man get control. Not real control, anyway. She didn’t mind Adam ordering her sometimes when it came to sex, but that was as far as she’d ever let it go. Loving Adam would mean weakness, and that wasn’t happening.

They showered together, Sakura riding him once more while he held her up in front of him. Then they dressed and returned to the living room. She figured she wouldn’t get any more exercise in that day, so she rolled up the mat. Besides, Adam had given her more than enough.

“I’m going to Miami,” she announced when she was done. “Want to tag along?”

He dropped on the couch, his shirt still open. She resisted going over to sit on his lap or at his side and took an armchair instead. “The thing with your parents?”

“My mom, yes.” She eyed him. “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

“Of course not. I’m still reeling from the fact that you shared the details of your concerns in the first place. Sakura Keith doesn’t open up easily. I’m going to enjoy it while it lasts.”

“Whatever. Anyway, do you want to come along? I told Dad I’d take a protector.”

“I’m your only protector,” he said, and she smirked. He patted the chair beside him. “Come here.”

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