Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(45)

Then he followed her up the stairs, down the narrow hallway, and into the bathroom. He was silent while she twisted the faucet, then started the shower. Water thundered down in a hard blast.

She stripped without looking at him. Kicked off her shoes, tossed the socks, and dropped the borrowed scrubs.

Her fingers hesitated on her panties. Stupid. Why would she be nervous now?

Lora shoved them down, then she twisted a bit as she unhooked her bra. The fabric fell, and she didn’t glance back as she stepped into the hot stream of water.

Blindly, she reached for the soap and started scrubbing hard. Almost scratching her flesh.

Wade hadn’t been moving. She hadn’t gotten to him fast enough. She’d been too far away.

Like Carter. Oh, Jesus, like Carter…

“Let me.” His hands covered hers and took the soap. Smoothed where she’d scratched. Lathered over her arms, down her back, and over the scars that another blaze had left.

Her eyes closed, and the water pelted her. Washing away the fire. Washing it all away.

“You scared the shit out of me,” Kenton said gruffly, and she almost smiled.

“You do this every day, though, don’t you? Even without Phoenix…” His soapy hands slid around her waist and began to move up to cup her breasts. “You do this every day.”

She inhaled on a deep breath. “Uh, not every day… most days it’s just life at the station when I’m on… ah… shift.” His hands were on her breasts now, fingers rubbing the soap over her nipples.

Her sex tightened. I need this. Need him.

“Lean against me,” he said.

She let her body slide back. The water washed away the soap, but his fingers stayed on her skin, stroking her nipples. Squeezing and caressing them.

Then his right hand moved down, even as he reached for the soap once more with his left.

She tensed when his fingers pushed between her thighs. Wet, slick with soap, his broad fingers parted her folds with deft skill. Lora rose onto her toes, arching toward the spray of water.

His fingers slid against her sex, found her clit, and pressed.

Lora’s breath hissed out as her palms slapped against the tiled shower wall.

“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*cking gorgeous ass.” His cock 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 cock 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 cock in her hand and opened her lips. Finally tasted.

My turn.

“Oh, f*ck!” 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.