Trying to be as quiet as possible, but desperate for him, I slide my hands through his hair as our tongues duel. Molten lava fires through my veins, making me restless and needy. Breathing in his citrusy scent, I wrap a leg around his calf and writhe against him. He’s deliciously hard. One-hundred percent pure male, ready to take me, and there’s nothing I’d like more. Okay, well, maybe some privacy. That would be really nice.
I reach down and cup his steel length, squeezing, and he groans into my mouth. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he rasps, lips sliding over to my neck. He licks, lightly sucking, and I let my head fall to the side, giving him better access.
“I have an idea,” I murmur as he thrusts against my palm.
“God, I want inside you.”
“I want you, too,” I whisper huskily.
Behind us, a delicate throat clears.Busted.I squeeze my eyes shut as Ryder buries his face in the curve of my neck, keeping his body pressed to mine.
“Are you two trying to get caught?” Addie asks. Amusement laces her dry voice.
“No,” he responds gruffly, voice muffled against my skin, his light stubble scratching and tickling. I can’t helpbut giggle and squirm against him. He grasps my hips. “Don’t move,” he hisses, sounding pained.
“Sorry,” I whisper, even though I’m not sorry in the least. I love knowing how much he wants me. Knowing I’m not alone in my desire.
“Get yourselves back in order and come join us. We’ve got plans to make. You can play later,” she adds sweetly, then spins on her heel and returns to the main cabin.
“You think she knows?” he asks, shoulders shaking, and we both burst out laughing.
“I’m going to say yes.” I pull back and comb my fingers through his adorable mop of waves, pushing them off his forehead. “Bit of a buzzkill, but I suppose she’s right. We need to figure out how we’re getting into the party and then how to find the map.”
“Leave that to me.” He kisses me, slow and sultry, pulling a whimper from my throat. Making me melt all over again. Very reluctantly, we disentangle ourselves, and he sends me a sly smile as he readjusts himself. “To be continued.”
Yes, there’s no doubt in my mind about that. After this heist, I plan on jumping Ryder McKay’s bones. Unless he jumps mine first.
Chapter Sixteen: Ryder
The Man has an SUV waiting for us when we land at a private airport in Buenos Aires, and we’re whisked away to the hotel to get ready. Knox and Hunter share a room, but Brighton, Linc, Delaney, and I each have our own rooms. We’re staying right in the heart of Palermo Chico, the ritzy neighborhood where my dad and Wanda own a fancy Tudor-style mansion. It’s the most chic and elegant part of the city. Quiet and prestigious, it’s home to celebrities, athletes, millionaires and the McKays.
Arthur and Wanda love Argentina. They’ve owned this house for as long as I can remember. And while they gallivant all over the globe, if they had an anchor home, this would be it. Once upon a dysfunctional time, we spentChristmases here, so I’m familiar with the layout. I also know exactly where Dear Old Dad stashes his most valuable belongings.
Shaking my head, I brush my hands over the lapels of my bespoke suit. I’m wearing all black—shirt, pants, jacket, shoes—but no tie. My dad always tried to make me wear ties. So now, as an adult who can do whatever the fuck I want, I purposely go without one as often as possible, and especially tonight. Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I possess a certain glow, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been this content. Normally, I’d be on edge, dreading seeing my dad and stepmom. But knowing Delaney will be by my side makes it less daunting. It also helps knowing I’m about to snag that map and potentially find the biggest, most valuable diamond in the world, thanks—and no thanks—to them.
There’s a soft knock on my door, and I turn around and take a few steps toward who I hope is on the other side. After swinging it open, I think I forget to breathe. My heart pounds as my gaze slides over Delaney like hot, melted butter. She’s also in all black. Great minds and all that. The short dress has a mouthwatering slit and hugs her curves like that’s its only job. Her sexy heels must be about four inches tall, accentuating the delectable curve of her calves and her strong thighs. Her long dark hair frames her face in soft waves I want to run my fingers through. I have a hard time finding my voice to compliment her because she literally steals my breath away.
“You look stunning,” I finally murmur.
“Thank you.” A pleased flush makes her cheeks turn rosy.
I take a moment to study the dark makeup and how it accentuates and highlights her blue-green eyes. Her lips are a bright red, and I want to kiss her more than anything, but I know it’ll smear.Later,I tell myself.
“You look very handsome yourself.” She smooths her hands down my lapels. “Bespoke?”
“Of course.”
“Are you a snob, Moneybags?” she teases.
“No, but wait’ll you meet my parents.”
My words seem to throw her, and she shifts from one sky-high heel to the other, glancing away. “Oh, I wasn’t really planning on meeting them.”
“It’s kind of inevitable, don’t you think?” I try to get a read on her, but she wipes any emotion from her face.
“I sort of thought we’d get in, get the map, and get out.”
“That’s the best-case scenario. But Arthur is always aware, and Wanda the stepwitch is like a social-climbing bloodhound with an eagle eye. I’m sure they’ll see me. And if I’m being honest, I’d kind of like to show you off.”
