I’d rather he not know, but I wasn’t getting around it.
He’s out of the car before I can speak. My door opens, and his scarred but well-groomed hand reaches out to me. I take it and climb out, stepping aside for him to shut the door.
“Thank you again for today. It was exciting to be that close to the action.”
“You’re exciting, Victoria.” He takes a step forward, forcing me back against the car.
His dark eyebrows hood his matching eyes, but the moonlight illuminates his unmistakable lust as he stares at me intently. “Let me see you away from the casino.”
Looking to the ground, I barely shake my head no, unconvincing even to myself. He steps forward once more, and I lean my upper body back. He keeps coming at me until we’re pressed together.
“I shouldn’t be against this car. It might get scratched.”
“Your body against mine is worth it.”
Turning my head away, I look down the noisy city road. His fingers clasp my chin, pulling it back to him.
“No, Adrian, you shouldn’t get close to me. Trust me on this.”
“I want to, and if you haven’t figured it out yet, I take what I want.” His gaze sinks to my lips, heat teasing me from his sizzling breath.
He stares at them, likely contemplating, but he proves his point when his head drops and mouth skims along my jawline to my ear.
“Damn, you smell sensational,” he utters. Hands shove into my hair before he’s leaning my head back to kiss his way down my neck.
I swallow against his lips and grab hold of his slender waist. His erection pushes against me, eliciting a whimper from my throat. This is so wrong. Why am I always breaking the rules?
His wet mouth dips into the hollow space above my chest before he’s skimming it back up to my ear.
“Maybe I need you to get to know me,” he murmurs. “Let me see you tomorrow.”
I should absolutely say no, but I don’t want to. “OK, but I’m not sleeping with my boss.”
He rises, allowing me to do the same.
“Who said anything about sleeping?” he showcases his charm with a smirk. “I’m taking you for a drive.”
“Oh.” I push lightly against him, motioning for him to let me out of his hold. “What time?”
“I’ll pick you up at two.” He appears reluctant as he steps aside.
“I’ll see you then. Goodnight, Adrian.”
“Goodnight, Victoria.” Taking hold of my shoulder, he softly kisses my cheek. When he lets me go, I’m disappointed, unable to recall ever desiring a man’s touch more than I want his.
Chapter Eight
Adrian
I’m excited for Victoria to see this ride. I think she’s going to like it. After pulling up in front of her apartment, I stare at the building, curious as to why in hell she lives here. They must pay cops less than I thought.
It’s two-story brick and seems more like a motel from the way all the doors and stairwells are visible from the street. There is minimal landscaping and a small parking lot off to the side.
Before I can get out, she exits one of the ground floor apartments and starts down the walkway. Brown hair the shade of chestnut falls over her shoulders as she looks to the ground.
Realizing I’m still in the car admiring her, I jump out and hurry around to the passenger side. Upon seeing the vehicle, her head shakes at me.
“I take it this is yours?”
“Yes, what do you think?”
“A black 1969 Ford Boss 429 Mustang in obvious mint condition,” she says as she looks it over. Her hands are resting on the hips of her snug, white jeans.
“I think you’re spoiled.” She giggles and covers her mouth, looking shocked by her own comment.
“Hey now, it wasn’t handed to me.”
Taking a seat, her eyes tilt up at me as I shut the passenger door. They’re full of mischief today, and I’m eager to see it unfold.
“You might want to hurry it up,” she yells as I open my door.
“Why?”
“This isn’t the best part of town.” She grins before her finger meets her mouth, her nail-biting adding a