Page 316 of Vicious Temptation

I set the heel of my hand against her shoulder and push her farther down. Her laughter fades as she looks back at me, the heat in her eyes bringing us right back to where we were.

“Goddamn, all this is mine.”

“Then stop making me wait.”

I grin, brace one hand against the glass, and sink inside her. Her head drops forward with a broken sound.

“Fuck, fuck.”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

Her palm covers mine against the window, our fingers threading together as the glass fogs around them.

I bend over her until my chest meets her back and kiss the side of her neck.

“Look at me, chama.”

She turns her head, and I catch her mouth, swallowing her whimper as her fingers tighten around mine.

“Thiago.”

I know my girl well enough to hear what she needs from the way she moans my name.

“Sing for me, baby.”

I pick up the pace, and she moves with me, her hips meeting mine again and again. Everything between us becomes faster and more desperate as I bury my face against her shoulder and hold her as close as the cramped back seat allows.

“Come with me, chama.”

“Don’t stop, Thiago. Don’t let go.”

“Never.”

Her whole body tenses against mine, and hearing her come apart with my name on her lips sends me over the edge right behind her.

Our hands stay linked on the window while we catch our breath, and I kiss my way to her neck.

Remi eventually looks back at me. “Still think the truck was a bad idea?”

I laugh against her skin. “Ask me when I can feel my legs again.”

By the time we manage to get dressed, the windows are still fogged, and we’re in no hurry to leave the back seat. Remi stretches her legs across mine while I lean against the door, enjoying a few more minutes alone with her before our family inevitably comes looking for us.

I think about Amalia talking about my aunt sitting around their table and how natural it sounded. A year ago, our lives were divided by secrets and everything I kept from Remi. Now her family and mine are becoming part of the same life.

There’s something I’ve been thinking about giving her for a while. For a long time, I couldn’t decide whether letting her read it would finally put that part of our story behind us or drag her back through something she’d already worked so hard to forgive. But sitting here with her now, after everything we’ve rebuilt, I don’t want to keep this part of me from her anymore.

“Remi, I want to show you something.” I reach across the front seats and into the glove compartment. I’m barely up for two seconds when Remi’s hand cracks against my ass.

She laughs, and I look back at her with a quirked eyebrow. “Really?”

“You do it to me all the time. Plus, how could I resist?”

I shake my head and settle beside her again with my father’s notebook.

She looks down at it. “What’s that?”

“Something I want you to see,” I say, holding it out to her. “I’ve spent a long time debating whether to give it to you or just burn it, but I think I need to do this so I can finally put that part of our lives behind me.”