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It was wrong. I knew that. But fuck, I’d been through so much in the last day that I just…I needed this. I needed Theo Black to make me feel good.
He stroked his tongue over my lips, requesting access, and I was helpless but to open up for him, moaning as his tongue swiped along mine.
His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the counter and closer to him as he took everything he wanted from my mouth.
And I let him.
I let him kiss me like it would be the last kiss of our lives.
Chapter Six
THEO
I wasn’t sure what to expect when I woke up, but it wasn’t strolling into the kitchen and seeing Lena sitting on a stool at the island in the kitchen, her hands wrapped around a glass of water as she stared out of the floor-to-ceiling windows that took up an entire back side of my penthouse.
The afternoon sun was high in the sky, shining the light through the windows and illuminating half of her face, showcasing the bruises that were forming on her skin and her swollen bottom lip.
Damn. I’d kissed those lips this morning. I’d made out with her like an obsessed teenage boy. That was until she’d pulled away and told me she was tired. I’d had no intention of taking it further, and even though part of me was disappointed in her pulling back, I understood it. She’d been through a traumatic experience, yet there I was, slamming my lips down onto hers.
Maybe it was a mistake bringing her here. Maybe I should have taken her to one of the safe houses. But…I needed to know she was as safe as she could be. I needed her here with me.
I couldn't explain it, I couldn’t decipher it, I just knew it.
“Are you going to stand there all day staring at me?” her melodic voice asked.
I snapped my gaze up to her eyes, realizing that she was looking right at me with a small smile on her face. She winced at her lips lifting then immediately dropped them into a straight line.
“I was…” I trailed off, not knowing what to say. In the light of day, I was regretting what we’d done—what I’d done. “I…” Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. “Your apartment is all fixed.” It was the only thing I could manage to get out in a full sentence.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Really?” Her brows raised, her shoulders pushing back.
“Yep.” I looked away, focusing my attention on my kitchen as I sauntered behind the island and to my coffee machine. I needed coffee. That was probably what was wrong with me, right?
“Wow,” she whispered. “That was quick.”
I hummed in response as I poured myself a black coffee then stared at the wall as I drank half of the cup in one go. Lena was a distraction, one that I didn’t need with my next big job coming up. I should have been preparing for that, not sleeping half of the day away because I’d been helping her.
“Will you take me back home?” she asked, her voice lower now. She could probably sense the change in atmosphere. It was either that or she wanted to be away from me.
Why did that make me feel weird?
Dammit. I didn’t have the time for all these thoughts and feelings. I had to concentrate on what was expected of me. I had to make sure all of my plans were in place.
I downed the rest of the coffee, placed my cup in the sink, then spun around, not once looking back at her. “I’m ready when you are.”
I maneuvered toward the elevator, hearing her footsteps right behind me. Neither of us spoke as we made our way inside then down to the parking lot. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I should have made conversation with her, maybe even asked how she was feeling—both physically and mentally. But I refused to allow myself to go there with her.
What happened last night was a one off. A lack of judgment that I wouldn’t make again.
I hoped.
Lena trailed behind me as I sauntered toward my car. The lights flickered as I pressed the unlock button, but I still didn’t turn to look at Lena as I slipped inside the driver’s side. I was afraid if I met her eyes that everything I’d told myself would slip away and I’d be trapped inside of them.
Fuck. Since when did I start thinking like a goddamn romance novel? This wasn’t who I was. I was Theo Black, the boss of the best heist crew in the States. I was dangerous, mean, and didn’t care who got hurt when I wanted something.
But maybe what I wanted was different now. Maybe I wanted her just as much as the money and diamonds I’d planned for months to steal.
