Chapter Nine
WHEN ADRIANA’S HANDS touched my waist, it started a fire in my lower belly and made my zipper unbearably tight. I kept my cool, however. The last thing I needed was for her to realize that I wanted to bang the f**k out of her myself, after she’d almost been raped.
“Damn, you’ve got cold hands, Kitten,” I said, gritting my teeth as her fingers slid over my skin.
“Sorry,” she said, snuggling up against me.
Releasing my breath, I patted her leg in reassurance. I wanted her to know that she was safe with me. I wasn’t like that f**k-head, Jason. The one who was going to get his ass handed to him when I found the prick. “Let’s get you home.”
“Okay,” she said, gripping my waist even more tightly as we began to roll.
I pulled out of the parking lot, relishing the fact that the r
