Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(29)

Kent!

Even as her sex convulsed, he rose, swiping his tongue over his lips. His cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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.

Then she gazed at him. Her fingers smoothed over his chest. She stared at Kenton and didn’t know what to say.

So she put her head down, leaning over his chest. Her ear pressed against his heart and she just stayed there.

Just for a moment.

The steady beat filled her ears. Fast at first, then deeper, steadier.

His arms came around her, and he held her close. “You can f*ck me,” he told her, his voice deep and gruff. “I’ll give you all the pleasure you need, but I won’t be a stand-in for the lover you lost.”

Her eyes squeezed shut. It hadn’t been like that. She hadn’t wanted a body in the dark so she could pretend Carter was touching her. If she’d wanted that, hell, she could have gotten it months ago. Finding a new lover wasn’t hard with all the eager cops and smoke eaters around.

But she knew that he’d sensed her hesitation when he’d first pressed his lips against her sex. She took a deep breath. It would be easier to be honest in the dark. Maybe that’s why she kept her eyes closed. “I wasn’t trying to screw a ghost. I just wanted you.” But it had been hard, dammit, harder than she thought, to shove away the past.

Some memories didn’t fade so easily.

His hands slid down her back. Warm hands, strong and solid. A man’s hands. It felt good to have him hold her.

Not alone. Not now. It wouldn’t last, nothing ever lasted, but—

His hands froze. “What the hell?”

Ah, how had she forgotten? This always came up, sooner or later.

Her eyes opened, and she pushed up, the better to stare down at him. “Scars, Kent. They’re just scars.” A line criss-crossed the base of her back. Old scars. Not like they hurt anymore. They were just a reminder.

Like she would have ever forgotten.

“What happened? Damn, it must have hurt like a bitch.”

“Yeah, the kiss from fire can be a real bitch.” He had that right. She forced a smile. She didn’t want to talk about the past right then. “It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter now.” Lying in the dark would have been much easier.

The thick ridges would always be there. Sure, she could probably do some kind of surgery to get them reduced. But why bother? What would be the point?

So she wasn’t perfect. She never had been.

Lora gazed down at Kenton. No, she’d never been perfect.

“I see you,” she told him. “Not Carter.” She wanted to be completely clear. Not an old lover. Not memories. It was just them, and they had the rest of the night.