Beautiful Criminal by Shady Grace Page A

my loyalty in return. As a young man with nothing left to live for, I threw myself into the mix of things. Money. Women. Drugs. Those things are exciting to a young man.” He looked back at her, staring at her face as though he wanted to etch it in his mind. “Now it’s just a routine, and I’m good at what I do.”
    “Do you use drugs?”
    He shook his head. “Not anymore. I learned quickly that you never make money if you use your own shit.”
    Although she didn’t quite understand what he meant by that, she heaved a sigh of relief knowing he wasn’t a user. “Have you ever loved a woman?”
    His eyes changed then. Maybe he was remembering something good, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled her against him and kissed her. It was nothing like the kisses they’d shared before. This was long and slow and full of emotion. Mima’s body heated while her mind fought for control. They shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be giving in to passion when strangers were in her cabin, probably plotting to kill them.
    But she couldn’t push him away, didn’t think she ever could. She crawled onto his lap and deepened the kiss, putting every bit of heart and soul in her actions.
    “I’m supposed to be mad at you,” she whispered, pressing kisses over his cheeks, his chin, then working down his neck. She unzipped his coat and parted it, slipping her hands beneath his shirt to touch and caress his taut stomach.
    “You should be,” he said, his eyes hooded with desire. “I don’t deserve you.”
    Mima smiled when his jaw muscles flexed as she slipped her hand into his pants. She gripped his erection and squeezed, while her body tingled with anticipation. How can he make me wet and needy so fast? She sat back and pulled off her boots, then removed her snow pants. “This isn’t going to be graceful.”
    His grin was devilish. “I don’t think it should be graceful in a tree fort, baby cakes.”
    Gabe pushed his pants and boxers down to his knees while he leaned back against the wall. He looked so cute—a big, dangerous man sitting with his pants down in a kid-sized tree fort. His thick cock stood proud, making her ache to take him in deep.
    Mima crawled over and positioned herself on his lap, taking his beautiful dick in hand and sliding it back and forth along her slick pussy lips. She stared down at him, her head angled low not to hit the ceiling. With a hushed moan, she cinched around his thick cock, her body quaking with lust. He unzipped her parka and parted it, cupping her breasts in his hands, his gaze boring into hers.
    She kissed him as she rode him, her soft cries lost in the heat of his mouth, while he pinched and twisted her nipples through her shirt, instigating a deeper tingle of ecstasy as his cock penetrated her body. It was carnal, but it felt spiritual at the same time. This was making love, she thought, as she ground her hips over his.
    He pressed deep, fusing their bodies tight, creating a delicious friction with their joining. She wanted it faster, harder, wanted to scream, but knew she couldn’t. She grabbed the collar of his coat and angled her hips, arching backward to feel him deeper, harder inside her.
    “Touch yourself,” he said, as he gripped her hips, lifting and pressing her down harder on him.
    She skimmed her hand down and fondled her clit, circling the sensitive bud. Instant shivers racked her body, and she had to grit her teeth to stop the loud cry rising in her throat.
    “Do you want to come?” His deep, sensual voice made her skin tingle.
    “Yes.”
    His words made her body tense as if strung tight, then suddenly released. A throb of heat sluiced through her, and she ground harder on him, needing him deeper.
    Suddenly, Gabe lifted her off his lap, careful not to bang her head on the ceiling, before guiding her to her hands and knees in front of him. She sucked in a sharp breath when he drove into her from behind, filling her deeper and harder than ever before.
    He curved