Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(46)

Her legs parted for him, so eager. Maybe too eager, but screw that. She needed him.

He thrust inside in a long, smooth glide that stole her breath. Her sex clamped around him and held tight.

His hands caught hers as he thrust, deep and strong. Lora arched up against him. The drumming of her heartbeat filled her ears and she wanted more.

She wanted to go as far over the edge as she could get. She wanted him.

Kenton. Alive. Strong. Fierce.

His fingers tightened around her, and his hips slammed against her. Her legs rose, wrapping tightly around him, and her heels dug into his flesh.

Harder.

He kissed her with the swipe of his tongue and the crush of his lips. His cock slid over her clit, and she moaned into his mouth. Shaking, twisting now as she fought for her release. A release that was so close. So damn close—

Her right hand tugged free of his grip and caught his shoulder. Her nails dug into him. More.

His hips slammed down. In, out, deep, deep.

His fingers snaked between them and found her clit. His thumb pushed against her even as his cock shoved inside in a thrust that had her gasping.

“Come for me.” His whisper.

Her eyes opened. When had she closed them? Lora met his stare. “Make me.” A taunt. One she’d never given a man before. What the hell was her problem? What was she—

He pulled on her clit. Thumb and forefinger, tugging, then pressing, pushing down with just the right force as his cock thrust into her, again and again.

His hips bucked. Then his eyes went wild, and he came.

So did she. Gasping his name, she climaxed. Lora rode the wave of pleasure until her breath was gone, until the pounding of her heart filled her ears, until she couldn’t think, could only feel—

Kent.

He kissed her again. Softer now.

Kent.

His head lifted. His breath came hard, just like hers, and his hair was still damp.

They stared at each other. Silent.

Then he shifted his weight and eased out of her. A slow glide of still-erect flesh.

Still?

He went to the bathroom and didn’t say a word. Right then, she couldn’t speak. Her legs shifted on the bed. Her muscles were lax, her body sated, but…

He came back and went straight to the nightstand.

Her gaze fell on his cock. Definitely still erect. Lora licked her lips, swallowed a few times, and eventually managed, “Kent?”

He reached into the drawer and snagged a packet. Oh, they were going to need more soon. A twist of his fingers and it was open.

He rolled the condom on, and she couldn’t look away. Because… damn. Her sex quivered a bit with an aftershock of pleasure.

And with need. Because she wanted more.

It sure looked like more would be exactly what she got.

His hand came down on her thigh and squeezed. “I’m not finished.”

Oh, wow. His hand slid down and caught her leg to pull her toward him.

Her legs now dangled over the bed and parted for him. He stepped closer, coming right to the edge of the mattress.

Lora stared up at him.

His jaw clenched when he thrust into her. No preliminaries this time. No caresses, no strokes. Just a hard thrust, one she met with an eager lift of her hips.

She was more than ready, still slick, her skin sensitive from her orgasm. She shoved her feet against the bed’s sideboard, bracing herself to meet those deep drives of his hips. She lifted toward him, arching her hips, and took everything he had to give.

His thrusts were hard, deep, so intense that she was shuddering beneath him. His eyes stayed on her. Dark, so dark now.

A quick retreat of his flesh was followed by a quick drive in, one that sent his cock sliding over her clit.

She bit her lip to hold back the scream building in her throat. This, this was what she needed.

“Fucking… beautiful…” The first words he’d spoken since he’d plunged into her.

Lora shuddered beneath him and came.

He kept thrusting even as her sex spasmed around him. Her hands reached up and curled around his arms so she could pull him toward her.

Her lips opened against his neck, and she licked the skin. Then Lora bit him because the pleasure was that good.

His cock jerked, his body stiffened, and she held him tighter because she knew he was coming.

And because that had been one hell of a wild ride.


She’d pulled down her shades to kill the light as best she could. Now Lora lay in the four-poster bed, naked, her soft skin beneath his fingertips.

Kenton turned to look at her. Her lashes were lowering, and she was nearly asleep. After their night, she needed her sleep.

His fingers trailed up her chest and felt the steady beat of her heart. He glanced up and caught the slow smile that curved her lips.

Beautiful.

“You can stay, you know,” she murmured, her voice husky with sex. Christ, how could he still want her? But his cock was up, twitching, because he saw her mouth, red and swollen, and remembered those lips around him.

Made for sex. The woman really was. Ah, damn.

Kenton cleared his throat but couldn’t get his fingers to move away from her. “I’ve got to—I’m meeting Monica. We’re going to talk to Seth and look through his files.” They should have done that yesterday, but Phoenix had screwed up those plans.

Before he’d picked up Lora, he’d spent more time interviewing firefighters—her friends. She didn’t need to know that now, though. Some had been able to provide clear alibis. Some, like Garrison, were still on the suspect list.