Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(37)
Author: Cynthia Eden

“Good.” A hard whisper in her ear. “Stay like that.” Kenton’s fingers thrust inside and stretched. Her eyes squeezed shut as the water plummeted down on her.

His mouth brushed over her shoulder. Kenton kissed her skin and moved slowly up to the curve of her neck. Licked. Bit. Not enough to hurt, oh, no, just enough to make her want.

And those fingers, damn, they were sliding in and out. Rubbing over her clit, stroking her core faster and faster. The shower wall was cold, the water was hot, and his hands—

Her hips arched back against him. Not enough. “Kent!” She needed more right then. So much more.

“You’ve got a f**king gorgeous ass.” His c**k pressed against her. Long and eager.

That was what she wanted. When his hand eased back, Lora spun around, sending droplets of water flying. Her fingers curled over his chest, looking for balance. Her head tipped back, so she could see his eyes, glinting down at her. Lust flared from his eyes, etched in the hard lines of his face.

Lora stood on her toes, caught his mouth, and kissed him with her lips open, her tongue thrusting. She savored him.

More.

Her fingers slid down his chest, muscled and hard. Down, down his narrow waist, to the c**k that bobbed toward her. Thick, with veins on the side, a dark head. Long and wide.

She wrapped her hands around him and pumped. Base to tip, again. Again.

Not nearly enough.

Kenton’s lips pressed harder against hers and a growl built in his throat.

She wanted more than a growl. She wanted his control to break. Lora wanted him weak, wild, desperate—

Like me.

Her grip tightened on him.

“Out.” Guttural. He twisted, shutting off the water with a swipe of his hands. “In you…”

They stumbled from the shower and didn’t bother drying. Hands and mouths were greedy. Taking, touching, claiming.

They fell on the bed, and the mattress squeaked. She slithered down his body and eased between his legs. She took his c**k in her hand and opened her lips. Finally tasted.

My turn.

“Oh, f**k!” She glanced up in time to see his eyes widen. “Lora…”

Her lips tightened around him. Her tongue slid over his skin, licking, sampling, and he tasted salty on her tongue. Not bitter, but—

His fingers clamped in her wet hair. “Lora.”

She wanted him to come. Wanted to keep licking and sucking until she broke him.

Until there wasn’t any fire. Any death. Wasn’t anything but… them.

Pleasure. Life. Release.

She took him deeper and heard the rasp of his breath. Her sex quivered, and she worked him faster, wrapping her fingers around the base of his erection as she tasted him.

“No more.” Kenton’s voice was guttural.

Then she was on her back. Kenton loomed over her, face flushed, pupils so wide that his eyes looked black. His broad shoulders blocked the light. She licked her lips, still tasting him.

One of his hands clamped over her hip while the other shot across her, digging into her nightstand drawer, fumbling for a condom.

Four seconds later, he was ready.

She was past ready.

Her legs parted for him, so eager. Maybe too eager, but screw that. She needed him.

He thrust inside in a long, smooth glide that stole her breath. Her sex clamped around him and held tight.

His hands caught hers as he thrust, deep and strong. Lora arched up against him. The drumming of her heartbeat filled her ears and she wanted more.

She wanted to go as far over the edge as she could get. She wanted him.

Kenton. Alive. Strong. Fierce.

His fingers tightened around her, and his hips slammed against her. Her legs rose, wrapping tightly around him, and her heels dug into his flesh.

Harder.

He kissed her with the swipe of his tongue and the crush of his lips. His c**k slid over her clit, and she moaned into his mouth. Shaking, twisting now as she fought for her release. A release that was so close. So damn close—

Her right hand tugged free of his grip and caught his shoulder. Her nails dug into him. More.

His hips slammed down. In, out, deep, deep.

His fingers snaked between them and found her clit. His thumb pushed against her even as his c**k shoved inside in a thrust that had her gasping.

“Come for me.” His whisper.

Her eyes opened. When had she closed them? Lora met his stare. “Make me.” A taunt. One she’d never given a man before. What the hell was her problem? What was she—

He pulled on her clit. Thumb and forefinger, tugging, then pressing, pushing down with just the right force as his c**k thrust into her, again and again.

His hips bucked. Then his eyes went wild, and he came.

So did she. Gasping his name, she climaxed. Lora rode the wave of pleasure until her breath was gone, until the pounding of her heart filled her ears, until she couldn’t think, could only feel—

Kent.

He kissed her again. Softer now.

Kent.

His head lifted. His breath came hard, just like hers, and his hair was still damp.

They stared at each other. Silent.

Then he shifted his weight and eased out of her. A slow glide of still-erect flesh.

Still?

He went to the bathroom and didn’t say a word. Right then, she couldn’t speak. Her legs shifted on the bed. Her muscles were lax, her body sated, but…

He came back and went straight to the nightstand.

Her gaze fell on his cock. Definitely still erect. Lora licked her lips, swallowed a few times, and eventually managed, “Kent?”

He reached into the drawer and snagged a packet. Oh, they were going to need more soon. A twist of his fingers and it was open.

He rolled the condom on, and she couldn’t look away. Because… damn. Her sex quivered a bit with an aftershock of pleasure.

And with need. Because she wanted more.

It sure looked like more would be exactly what she got.

His hand came down on her thigh and squeezed. “I’m not finished.”

Oh, wow. His hand slid down and caught her leg to pull her toward him.

Her legs now dangled over the bed and parted for him. He stepped closer, coming right to the edge of the mattress.

Lora stared up at him.

His jaw clenched when he thrust into her. No preliminaries this time. No caresses, no strokes. Just a hard thrust, one she met with an eager lift of her hips.

She was more than ready, still slick, her skin sensitive from her orgasm. She shoved her feet against the bed’s sideboard, bracing herself to meet those deep drives of his hips. She lifted toward him, arching her hips, and took everything he had to give.

His thrusts were hard, deep, so intense that she was shuddering beneath him. His eyes stayed on her. Dark, so dark now.