Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(31)

No shadows lurked today. No ghosts from the past put an icy wall between them.

He sheathed his cock. Gripped the length in his fist and guided his erection between her thighs.

She rose and then pushed down, nice and easy, and took him in, one slow inch at a time.

Hot. Tight. Squeezing…

He lifted up and licked her breast. He f*ckin’ loved her breasts. Round and high with dark pink nipples, and they tasted sweeter than candy.

Her knees pressed into the mattress as she rose again. Her rhythm came faster now. Harder.

He was learning that was the way Lora liked her sex. Since he was about five thrusts away from coming, the hard pace more than suited him.

But she’d come with him.

He pushed his hand between their bodies and found her clit. Working that nub with his thumb and fingers, he thrust, shoving deep because he liked it when she moaned in the back of her throat. Liked it when her mouth parted and her breath panted.

Lora shifted, lifting her body and keeping just the head of his cock in her sex. Because she liked to torture him.

He pressed his thumb against her clit.

“Kent!”

Lora thrust down, hard, and when her eyes went wild, it was his turn to rise. He pushed her flat on her back and took the lead. Time to pound hard and fast and find that wild rush of pleasure.

Her legs clamped around him, and her heels dug into his back. The mattress squeaked. Her scent filled his nostrils. Raspberries.

Her sex spasmed, and he stopped thinking.

Just thrust. Deeper. Harder.

Soft skin. Sweet woman.

She bucked beneath him, her sex clenching around his cock, the contractions sending ripples along his length as she came.

He kissed her, stealing her breath and the whisper of his name.

As he thrust, the base of his spine tingled and his thighs shook.

Her hot flesh, trembling around him, sent Kenton over the edge. His tongue took hers as he came, pumping into her core, and pleasure lashed through him.

Hot. Wild. Lora.

The pleasure was so intense that his blood seemed to heat. His body shuddered as he came, and he could feel her. Everywhere.

Fucking incredible. His eyes wanted to roll back into his head, and he wanted to roar his release. He wanted to keep thrusting into her until neither of them could walk.

Sounded like one damn fine idea. But first, he had to be able to draw air into his starved lungs.

The waves of release began to ease. Slowly. So slowly. When he could breathe again, he put his forehead against hers. She wiggled beneath him, probably because he was crushing her, and he’d move—soon, really.

Her hand lifted to stroke his jaw, and her fingertips whispered over the stubble. Hell, he should have shaved. He’d probably marked her all over.

His cock stirred inside her.

He forced his head to lift. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, her eyes glowing, that mouth smiling.

And he wanted her again.

Still in her, rising, swelling already. He’d come until he couldn’t breathe, and he wanted her again.

He’d known the woman would be trouble from that first punch.

“Oh, no.” Her hands came down against his shoulders and pushed.

Hell. He wanted another round. As many rounds as he could get.

But her hands pushed harder.

He drew in a breath, caught the scent of sex and Lora as he eased out of her body. Kenton missed her snug heat instantly.

“As much as I wish I could…” She leaned up and pressed her mouth over his lips.

Because she wanted him to beg, obviously. His hands clenched when her mouth lifted.

Lora shook her head. “I’ve got to go.” She sounded regretful. “I’m on duty today. Twenty-four-hour shift at the station.”

Right. Work. “Be careful.” With that freak out there, anything could go down in the next twenty-four hours. Especially since Kenton knew the guy would be jonesing for some vengeance.

But not against her.

“I’m a big girl. I know how to take care of myself.”

The scent of sex in the air just made the lust drumming in his veins all the harder to control. “I want more.” More than the night they’d had.

Her smile dimmed, just a bit.

What the hell? A one-night stand? Is that really all she’d wanted from him—

“Okay.” Soft, hesitant. Lora sure hadn’t struck him as the hesitant type. “After my rotation ends, if you’re done…”

Done chasing a killer. Done examining bodies and seeing hell.

“Come to me.”

Like he had to be asked twice.

He kissed her.

Addictive.

Damn, he hadn’t counted on her. Sure hadn’t expected her to be in the middle of his case. But now that he had her, he wouldn’t give her up.

Not yet.


“You’re not going to like this,” Monica told Kenton the minute he walked into their temporary office at the police station. Located next to the bullpen, the office was small, kind of cramped, but it gave them a bit of privacy away from eavesdropping cops.

He raised his brows. “What, about this case, have I liked so far?” He figured that there wasn’t going to be a big change coming. The case was shit, no matter how you looked at it. Kenton glanced to the right. “Have fun tailing me last night?” he asked Ramirez.

The guy grinned, and his black gaze glinted. “Had fun seeing that sexy lady yank you in by your fancy suit.”