Chapter 27 – Thiago
Twenty-Seven
Thiago
Her question hangs between us, the answer on the tip of my tongue, dangerously close to slipping free.
Mine.
The thought comes too easily, and that alone should scare the hell out of me.
She has no idea I was drawn to her long before that night on the road or at the tattoo shop, before pizza, snakes, and late-night conversations in her condo. Before she ever looked at me with those extraordinary blue eyes that somehow make me feel like I’m the one being hunted.
It started the night her face appeared on that screen in Texas, when I told myself she was just another job.
I didn’t know it then, but I was already paying too much attention to her.
All I know now is that the professional boundaries I once had with Remi Cain are disappearing fast. I can’t keep my distance from her the way Elena demands, and every time Remi lets me in, walking away becomes a little harder.
Right now, with her in my lap, her wrists cuffed behind her back and her lips parted just enough to ruin me, I know one thing with absolute certainty: I’m losing my fucking grip where she’s concerned.
“Well?” she asks, taunting me as she shifts in my lap, rubbing against the erection trapped between us and making coherent thought nearly impossible.
“Remi,” I scrape out, pressing my forehead against hers. “Remi, Remi…what the hell are you doing to me?”
Her smile curls slowly, as if she already knows she’s won. Maybe she has, but for the first time in a long time, I don’t think I care.
“Take the cuffs off,” she whispers. “And let me show you.”
The tip of her tongue brushes my cheek, and whatever control I have left takes another fucking hit. I’m too consumed by her to think straight, too far gone to care that I should stop.
“Or better yet…” She looks directly at me. “Don’t.”
I know she feels it too. This is our last chance to stop whatever the fuck we’re doing.
Neither of us takes it.
Our mouths collide after weeks of tension, curiosity, and restraint.
She matches every ounce of chaos I throw at her, biting my lip and drawing a groan from my chest as I pull her closer.
I thought I remembered what she tasted like, that I’d memorized the feel of her from our fleeting touches and near misses.
I was fucking wrong. The memory in my head doesn’t even come close to the real thing.
“Fuck,” I rasp as she rolls her hips again, smiling against my mouth.
“Is this what you meant when you said you wanted to talk?”
I tighten my grip on her hair, and the small hiss that escapes her only makes me want her more. “You’re making that very difficult.”
“Good.”
I kiss her again, more slowly, savoring every second as my hand leaves her hair and slips beneath the hem of her shirt.
“Remi…”
“Shut up,” she murmurs, tipping her chin as my mouth trails along the side of her neck.
“You still threatening to kill me?” I ask against her skin.
“Yes.” Her answer catches on a breath. “But maybe later.”
My hand moves higher, and my thumb brushes against something small and metallic under her bra.
She has a piercing.
Fuck me.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as I trace it again, and curiosity gets the better of me.
“Later?” I ask, discovering another piece of jewelry on her other nipple. “After I fuck you in your living room?”
She laughs breathlessly as I reach for the clasp of her bra.
“Aren’t you cocky?”
“Then tell me to stop.”
She doesn’t.
Instead, she leans into me, making her answer perfectly clear, and I give her exactly what we both want. I grip the front of her T-shirt and rip it down the middle, revealing her pretty brown nipples, each pierced with a silver barbell capped with diamonds at either end.
I look down at them before lifting my gaze back to her.
“What? You thought you had me all figured out?”
I laugh. “Not even fucking close.”
“That’s the point.”
There’s something almost smug about the way she says it, as if keeping me guessing is half the fun for her.
I hook a finger beneath the torn edge of her shirt and tug her toward me.
“You really enjoy fucking with me, don’t you?”
“Immensely.”
“Yeah, I’m getting that impression.”
Her smile widens as she leans in, stopping with her mouth barely touching mine, breath uneven. “Then shut me up.”
My hand glides along her waist as I kiss her again, and she meets me without hesitation. The anger from earlier has burned away.
“Last chance, fera.”
She leans in and presses her mouth against mine. “I already told you to shut me up.”
I kiss her again, and whatever happens after this, there’s no pretending we crossed this line by accident.
We chose it.
I lower my mouth to her chest and close my lips around one of her piercings.
The metal is warm against my tongue as I trace it.
Remi arches into me with a sharp breath as I gently draw the barbell between my teeth.
Then I shift to the other, giving it the same slow attention.
Her head tips back, her cuffed hands flexing behind her as if she’s dying to get them on me.
By the time I return to the first piercing, she’s restless against me. Remi settles over my thigh, and my hands instinctively close around her hips as she rocks her cunt against me, another moan slipping between us.
It goes straight to my cock. I kiss her as she keeps moving, swallowing the next little noise she makes.
Each one gets a little less restrained until I’m fucking addicted to hearing them.
I break the kiss and drag my lips along her jaw, then down the side of her neck.
She tilts her head to give me more room.
One hand slides slowly up her body until my fingers curl around her throat. Her attention snaps to me as my thumb brushes her skin, her pulse racing beneath my palm while the steady movement of her hips never stops.
“I want to watch all that attitude disappear when you come for me, fera. I already know you’re going to look fucking beautiful.”.
“You sound pretty confident.”
“I am.”
She rolls her hips again, and a breath slips out that she clearly didn’t mean to let me hear.
“That sound right there. Give me another one.”
Her eyes hold mine.
“Then give me a reason to.”
Fuck.
Remi’s lips part as she moves against me, soft moans slipping free despite her best efforts to swallow them.
“That’s it,” I tell her, tightening my hand at her hip. “Don’t hold back on me now.”
“I’m not.”
“Liar.”
She glares at me, but the look loses some of its bite when I pull her tighter against my thigh. Her forehead drops against mine, and the confidence she started with begins to crack as her rhythm grows more erratic.
“Thiago.”
The way she says my name nearly has me busting in my fucking pants.
“Again.”
She pulls back to look at me. “What?”
“Say my name again.”
Her brows draw together, but I can feel how close she is to losing that attitude completely.
“Thiago.”
“Fuck, I like my name in your mouth.”
I kiss her, swallowing the next sound she makes before breaking away to see her face.
“No.” My hand slides into her hair, holding her right where I want her. “I told you I wanted to watch.”
Her cheeks are flushed now, each breath coming short and uneven as she keeps her eyes on mine.
“I fucking hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
She tries to laugh, but it catches halfway out when her movements falter and her arms tense behind her as the last of that stubborn control finally shatters.
I don’t look away. I watch her fall apart, the woman who has fought me from the moment we met shuddering against me as pleasure takes over.
I keep one hand at her waist while she catches her breath, taking in the flush covering her cheeks.
“Beautiful,” I murmur.
Her lashes lift.
“Shut up, Braga.”
I laugh and kiss her.
There’s my girl.