Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(30)

“But who do you see?” she asked him. Just because she’d been hurt once, that didn’t make her a victim, no matter what some of her former lovers thought. She didn’t want pity. Not a victim. Not just a woman chased by the flames.

His fingers were still on the base of her back, lightly tracing the scars. “I see the sexiest woman I’ve ever met.”

Ah, now that sounded promising.

She lowered her head to hide her smile. “Good answer.”


They were screwing. Through the binoculars, he stared at the light glowing in Lora Spade’s bedroom and knew that the agent was f*cking her.

Barely in town a few days, and Lora was already spreading her legs. What a f*cking whore.

She’d played the fire widow, crying and shaking. But she’d given it up fast enough to the Bureau bastard.

Should have known. She was just like so many of the others on the inside.

Twisted. Wicked.

She’d learn. They’d all learn. And when he was done lighting up this town, no one would ever forget him.

Sweat beaded his brow as he stared at the window. He didn’t make the mistake of getting too close to a scene, not when he was scouting. It never paid to have witnesses see you before a fire. Hell, he’d learned that with the Skofield kill. One slip. Now he always cased from a distance—the better to observe his target.

And Lora’s lovely house, the house she was so damn proud of… he wanted to set that place on fire, to let the flames run loose.

Not yet.

The rage ate at him, but he pushed it back, knowing that he had to be careful. He had to plan his moves, wait for his attack.

He had to be sure that his prey would suffer. When he struck, that bastard Lake would die screaming.

And Lora—she’d watch. Just like before.

Because Lora liked to watch the flames.

Dance and burn.





CHAPTER Six


He awoke to the feel of silken hands on his cock. Teasing. Stroking. Working his length with a grip that was pure pleasure.

Either this was the best wet dream of his life or…

Kenton opened his eyes and found Lora beside him, her breasts bare in the morning light, the pink nipples tight. Her hands were on him, squeezing his cock and pumping the flesh.

Better than a dream.

Her lips spread in a slow, sexy smile. “Thought that might get you up.”

The bark of laughter came before he even thought about it. Oh, yeah, he was definitely up.

Her smile widened, even as her fingers tightened around the base of his shaft.

Sweet damn.

“Last night… seemed like you got to do the exploring.” She crawled over him. Aw… f*ck. Lora settled between his legs, arching her back a bit, showing those gorgeous lick-me breasts.

Please, let her be talking about…

Her head lowered, and her breath blew over his cock. “You don’t mind if I have my turn, do you?”

Was he an idiot? “Go…” Okay, that sounded like a rumble. Kenton cleared his throat and tried again. “Go right ahead.”

Her tongue came out, small and pink, and she swiped over the tip of his erection. His hips rose off the bed.

“Easy.” A taunt. “Trust me, you’ll like this.”

Oh, he bet he would.

That mouth—he’d wanted it on him from the first glance.

Made for sin.

Those lips—wide and soft and—

Her mouth closed around him. Kenton choked out her name. Then she started moving her head, taking him in deeper, sucking, and stroking.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. His heels dug into the mattress as his fingers fisted in the sheets. He wouldn’t be able to take this. Not too long. His cock was close to bursting now, and her mouth—that tongue—

She swallowed.

He jerked. “Lora!” More a roar this time.

But she kept working him. Her fingers curled around the base of his shaft, and she pumped in time with his thrusts in her mouth. Faster.

He glanced down and saw her mouth around him. Saw those eyes on his.

And nearly came right then.

No.

He grabbed her arms. “In… you.” Speech was getting harder. Another minute or two, and he’d be lost.

She let him go with one last lick. Her breasts bounced—damn they were fine—as she straddled him.

The wet heat of her sex licked against his shaft, and he wanted to thrust in, deep, and feel that hot flesh gripping him, as she convulsed with her release.

But he gritted his teeth and felt sweat bead his brow. “Condom.” They’d used two last night. The only two that he’d brought with him. Kenton hadn’t exactly been planning for three rounds. He’d just been hoping for the one.

What the hell was he gonna do? He needed to thrust more than he needed his next breath—

“Got it, stud.” She lifted her hand. A condom nestled between her thumb and forefinger. “Went out while you were getting all that beauty sleep.”

If he hadn’t been so close to coming, he would have laughed. Instead, he snatched the condom from her.

Can’t let her put it on. Not this time. I’ll come in her hands if she does.

He tore open the packet with his teeth and heard her soft laughter.

Her eyes were on him. The light surrounded her and made her blond hair appear even lighter.