Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(23)
Author: Cynthia Eden

She tore her hands free of his hold and raked her nails down his back. He still had his pants on. She wanted them gone. Wanted his c**k out, slamming into her while she held on for the ride.

“You’re tight… Damn, sweetheart, you’ll be—”

Those fingers plunged again. A slow swipe of his thumb over her clit.

“More!” Not a whimper. Not a plea. A demand.

The stubble on his cheeks rasped over her flesh as his mouth moved down her stomach. Wait, no, what was he—

He withdrew his fingers and parted her thighs. Wider. Opening her fully.

No, she didn’t want that. She just wanted sex. Hot. Dirty. Fast. Not—

She stiffened when he put his mouth on her.

This room, right here, the last time, it had been—

“Stay with me.”

Her eyes flew open. She hadn’t realized she’d shut them.

“Stay with me.” A snarl from Kenton, and she realized he knew.

She’d slipped into the past. Another lover’s arms. Oh, no, she hadn’t meant—

He rose up and kissed her. Fury and lust.

Her fingers caught the front of his pants. She wasn’t going back. Couldn’t go back.

Kenton. She wanted him.

She yanked the clasp, and a button popped free. His zipper came down with a hiss. No underwear.

Lora almost smiled. Almost, but the moment was too tense.

His eyes were on her.

His body surrounding hers.

Her legs were still open. Her br**sts tight and aching.

She closed her fingers around him and pumped, base to tip. The guy was impressive. Long, thick, easily wider than her wrist and—

He yanked out his wallet.

“Wh—”

Condom. “Put it on,” he told her.

She licked her lips.

“Hard and fast, right?” His voice rumbled, dark with lust and fury. “I’ll give you what you need, sweetheart. But you’ll remember it’s me.”

Lora took the hit. Using him. No, that’s not what she’d been doing. Not really. She—

She tore open the condom and rolled it down his hard flesh. And squeezed, because she liked the way he sucked in his breath when she touched him. “I want you,” she said. Stark. And not a lie. She’d ached for him since that kiss at the precinct.

The cream between her legs wasn’t a lie. The tightness, the yearning in her sex was for him.

Not for the ghost who haunted her.

“Then you’ll have me.” He leaned over her and turned on the light that sat on her nightstand.

She flinched against the brightness, turning away.

“And you’ll know it’s me.” Her gaze snapped back to him.

She could see him. All of him. Rippling muscles. Heavy cock. Strong thighs. All that power—hidden beneath the suit.

His hands caught her thighs again. His eyes lowered as he licked his lips. “Now let’s f**king try this again.”

Lora knew, he was going to—

He parted her folds, and he tasted.

Her breath choked out at the first touch of his mouth. Wet and warm.

Her fingers dug into the covers, and she closed her eyes.

“No, Lora.” His breath blew against her flesh, and her eyes flew open.

“Watch me.”

She shoved up onto her elbows. When her gaze met his, those gray eyes narrowed. “Good.”

Every muscle in her body tightened when she felt the wet lick of his tongue. Right on her clit, stroking that tight nub and making her breath shudder out.

The need wound up inside her as her heart raced, and she lifted up against his mouth, because the man knew how to work his lips and tongue, oh, he knew.

Such pleasure.

Kenton eased back, just a little.

“Kent—”

Then his tongue drove into her sex. His name tore out on a moan. And she came. A hot explosion that rocked through her and she watched him, watched him lick and suck and taste her as she came.

Kent!

Even as her sex convulsed, he rose, swiping his tongue over his lips. His c**k pushed against the entrance of her sex, just nudging inside.

She kept watching him, and as his eyes held hers, he plunged inside.

It was a tight fit. He was big, and it had been a while for her. Lora’s sex was swollen and sensitive from her climax.

He started to pull back. Probably to give her time to adjust to him.

Her legs rose, clenching around his hips. “Don’t stop.” An order. She wanted this. More pleasure. Him.

Demanding? Greedy? Yeah, that was her.

His lips curled. “Not a problem.” He thrust into her and plunged deep. So deep.

The bed creaked while the lamp cast a soft light on them.

Thrust. Withdraw.

Thrust. Deeper. Harder.

Just what she wanted.

Lora’s hands reached for him, wrapping tightly around his broad shoulders, her nails biting into the flesh. She arched her hips against him, driving up to meet him with her breath heaving and her heart racing.

Pleasure was so close. Her sex squeezed him, and she shivered at the rush of sensual sensation. The release was so close. She’d come again, a fierce blast that would make her vision dim, make her body quake and—

Make her forget.

“Say my name.” His hands dug into her hips.

“Kent—wh-what—”

“Right.” His c**k drove balls-deep into her.

Good, good, better than good, it was—

He rolled them over, a fast, hard roll across the bed.

She slammed her hands on his chest, shooting up, straddling him, and taking his c**k in even deeper.

Her knees dug into the mattress, and his fingers curled tight around her ass.

And that cock—so far inside her. Her sex flexed around him, clamping tight, already milking him.

“Fuck,” he groaned out the word.

Yeah, that’s exactly what they were doing.

She rose up and slammed down, taking control of the rhythm away from him. Up, down. Again, again.

His hips pistoned up to meet her. Powerful, hard thrusts that had her sex throbbing. Her body heating. And need tightening in her gut.

With her climax coming so close, her inner muscles began to convulse, and she—

Pleasure. It hit her. Slamming into her and stealing her breath. She saw his eyes and saw the flare of his pupils and the flush on his cheeks as he shuddered beneath her. His c**k swelled even more inside her, and Kenton growled her name.

She came, then he erupted with passion, lust, and sweet, hot release.

She’d needed this for so long.

Kent. He’d given her exactly what she needed.

And more.

Her mouth locked on his. She kissed him, but lighter and softer now. A press of her lips, open-mouthed, against his. A lick of her tongue. A moan that trembled in her throat, only to be swallowed by his lips.