Page 21 of Steal Me (Rebel Hearts Heists 1)
I know he’s about to crush his lips on mine and I can feel his hard length press against my core, so I stroke him with my left hand through his jeans: I’m naked except for my panties and he’s still fully clothed. And hard, so goddamn hard. I drag my hand over his hard on, traveling up toward the buckle of his belt and that’s when he grabs my wrist.
“Kitten, what the fuck is this on your wrist?” His touch is still gentle as he traces the metal of my wrist watch.
“It’s my great grandma’s watch. I inherited it when she passed. It hasn’t worked for a year now, despite Pierce having it serviced last Christmas—” My voice fades away and the look in his eyes tells me that he’s thinking what I’m thinking.
“Fuck!” He unfastens the clasp of my watch and throws it on the floor and before I can say anything, he shoots it with Pierce’s revolver.
The back of the watch snaps off, hitting the wall and leaving a chip mark in the plaster of our motel room. And even though I’ve never seen a bug before, I know how the cogs and wheels of a watch mechanism should look, not black and round, like the object inside the case of my watch. Now I know how Pierce had the uncanny ability to find me, no matter where I ran.
River crushes my watch with the heel of his boot and then takes me into his arms again. “Now he won’t be able to find you as easily.” His face is extremely close to mine again, the tips of our noses touching.
“Can I kiss you, Sloane?” I’m surprised that he’s asking for my permission rather than taking what he wants, I’m shocked by how much I want him to kiss me and I nod.
“Are you sure that you want me to?” He sounds uncertain and hopeful at the same time, reminding me of the way he was the night before Thanksgiving when he suggested that I blew him but then told me that he would only want that if I wanted it too. And this time, I don’t waste any words, I crush my lips onto his and we kiss until we leave each other breathless.
Our kiss tastes of loneliness, longing and danger.
