Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(74)
Author: Cynthia Eden

Kenton slammed the hotel room door shut. Lora glanced back at him, “Kent—”

His mouth took hers. Lips, tongue, taking.

Just what she wanted. More—what she needed.

Her hands locked on his and she shoved him back against the door because she wasn’t the type to just get taken.

No, sometimes, she liked to take.

Her hands rose and flattened on his chest as she pushed onto her toes and met with hungry lips and an eager tongue.

Adrenaline still spiked her blood, that wild combination of fear and euphoria that came from slipping away from the fire.

And having Kenton so close.

She yanked his shirtfront open and sent buttons flying. That perfect shirt, all ruined. Lora smiled against his mouth and let her nails score his flesh.

Kenton tensed beneath her touch. His breath hitched as his mouth tore from hers. His arousal pressed against the vee of her sex. Hard, long, and ready.

Good, because she was ready. Had been, all during that long, tense ride from the station house. It had been a difficult ride because she’d had the feeling if she so much as moved, he’d jump her.

Or she’d jump him.

What I’m doing right now.

She eased back, moving away just enough to strip off her T-shirt and toss it to the floor. She kicked out of her shoes even as she fumbled with the button of her jeans.

Screw waiting. She needed pleasure. She needed fury. She needed the ache inside to ease.

She needed him.

Lora shoved down her jeans, stepped out of them as fast as she could, and reached for him again.

“No, wait… my gun…”

She always forgot the gun. And the man was always armed.

He took off the holster and set it on the desk just a few feet away, turning his back to her.

She pressed against him. Strong muscles. Sexy ass. The man really did have a perfect butt. Her hands wrapped around him. Her fingers found his belt, unclasped it, and eased open his pants.

No underwear. Oh, that just made things easier.

Lora took his c**k in her hands and pumped him, from base to tip. Again. Harder this time.

“Fuck, Lora.”

She loved the way he said her name.

And loved the way he tasted.

Everywhere.

He clasped her hands, freezing her. “Not… gonna… last.” Guttural. Kenton turned to her with his eyes narrowed and that jaw she loved clenched.

Lora smiled because she didn’t want him to last. She wanted him to break. She wanted that control to break with her.

She pulled away from him, and her hands were rock steady when she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.

He sucked in a breath and then he was on her. Hands tight around her. Mouth closing over her breast, sucking deep and strong, and her sex quivered. Cream pooled between her legs, and she wanted him.

His tongued swirled over her nipple. His teeth scored her sensitive flesh, and Lora choked out his name on a breath of need.

His c**k shoved against her. That thick flesh drove right against her underwear. His hand pushed between her legs and caught the elastic edge of her panties. When they ripped under his fingers, she laughed.

At the sound, his head snapped up, and he stared at her with a heated gaze. He stared as if he hadn’t seen her before and muttered, “Fucking beautiful.” Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her.

Wow, didn’t realize the man was so strong, didn’t know—

She licked his throat.

Screw it.

Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His c**k pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex.

She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep.

So deep.

She bit her lip to hold back the scream.

Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.

Her nails dug into his shoulders.

His eyes, molten steel, blazed at her. His fingers gripped her waist. His thighs were rock hard against her, and his cock—

So good.

Lora rose up, sank down, and thrust back against him.

And he swelled even more within her. Thick, hot flesh.

Flesh.

No condom.

“Kenton!”

He whirled around, and they fell to the bed, bouncing lightly on the soft mattress. He stayed within her. His c**k lodged deeper, and his fingers pushed between her folds to press against her clit.

The bed began to squeak beneath them. Thrust. Withdraw. Thrust.

“Kent…” Oh, damn, but she was close to exploding around him. “Con… condom…”

His eyes widened with understanding. “Fuck.”

Her sex clamped tight around him when he began to withdraw. No, he felt too good. “I—I’m safe.” No diseases, and she was on the pill.

“Me, too, swear…” His jaw clenched.

Her fingers sank into his ass. That sexy ass. “Then, move.”

And he moved.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

They twisted a bit and ended up facing each other, side to side. He grabbed her leg, hoisted it higher, and her eyes nearly rolled back into her head because this was it, the spot she needed. So perfect, so—

“Fucking amazing… nothing ever… this good.”

She tightened her muscles around him and then heard the growl that built in his throat.

And when he drove into her again, she came, convulsing around his thick c**k and biting his shoulder.

Faster, faster, he thrust, and she rode out the pleasure, and every drive of his hips made the climax pulse more.

Kenton hadn’t come yet. Her sex still quivered when she forced him onto his back and rose above him. His eyes, so intense, blazed up at her.

Her knees pressed alongside his hips. She rocked against him, still fast, her flesh swollen and slick. Lora stared into his eyes and shoved against him. She took everything, every inch, all of him—

“Lora!” He erupted inside her with a long, hot splash. His hands bit into her waist. “Fucking good… so good… love the way you feel… love… you!” He rose up and his mouth locked on hers.

She held him tighter and the pleasure rocked through her once more.

Love… you.

Oh, damn.

“Do we call Kenton in on this?” Sam asked, even as her fingers flew over the keyboard in front of her.

“No.” Monica sighed and glanced at her watch. “The guy probably just got in. Let him sleep. When we have something, we’ll call him.” Because right now, to paraphrase Hyde, they had their good buddies Jack and Shit.

“Speaking of sleep…” Luke murmured.

She glanced at him.

“You’re weaving. You’ve been up all night, and you need to get some rest. Go back to the hotel.”