Deadly Heat (Deadly #2)(91)

“You clear to leave?” The question came out too rough, but he was doing well to manage speech right then. He needed her.

She nodded.

“Then come with me.” Stay with me. Be with me.


Fucking bitch. He watched Lora and saw the smug smile on her lips. Why did she have to do this to him? Why?

She hadn’t learned a lesson from the fire at her house. Hadn’t even seemed to care. Was she out hiding somewhere? Fearing that he’d come after her?

Fearing the fire?

No, not her.

But then, she had the special agent hovering around her, watching her with greedy eyes and possessive hands.

Maybe she didn’t think that she needed to fear.

A fatal mistake.

She shouldn’t screw with him, shouldn’t take his time and walk away. She wasn’t the woman she pretended to be. Not loyal. Not true.

She was a f*cking whore—one out to get him.

And Lora deserved just what she was going to get.

Burn, bitch, burn.





CHAPTER Eighteen


Kenton slammed the hotel room door shut. Lora glanced back at him, “Kent—”

His mouth took hers. Lips, tongue, taking.

Just what she wanted. More—what she needed.

Her hands locked on his and she shoved him back against the door because she wasn’t the type to just get taken.

No, sometimes, she liked to take.

Her hands rose and flattened on his chest as she pushed onto her toes and met with hungry lips and an eager tongue.

Adrenaline still spiked her blood, that wild combination of fear and euphoria that came from slipping away from the fire.

And having Kenton so close.

She yanked his shirtfront open and sent buttons flying. That perfect shirt, all ruined. Lora smiled against his mouth and let her nails score his flesh.

Kenton tensed beneath her touch. His breath hitched as his mouth tore from hers. His arousal pressed against the vee of her sex. Hard, long, and ready.

Good, because she was ready. Had been, all during that long, tense ride from the station house. It had been a difficult ride because she’d had the feeling if she so much as moved, he’d jump her.

Or she’d jump him.

What I’m doing right now.

She eased back, moving away just enough to strip off her T-shirt and toss it to the floor. She kicked out of her shoes even as she fumbled with the button of her jeans.

Screw waiting. She needed pleasure. She needed fury. She needed the ache inside to ease.

She needed him.

Lora shoved down her jeans, stepped out of them as fast as she could, and reached for him again.

“No, wait… my gun…”

She always forgot the gun. And the man was always armed.

He took off the holster and set it on the desk just a few feet away, turning his back to her.

She pressed against him. Strong muscles. Sexy ass. The man really did have a perfect butt. Her hands wrapped around him. Her fingers found his belt, unclasped it, and eased open his pants.

No underwear. Oh, that just made things easier.

Lora took his cock in her hands and pumped him, from base to tip. Again. Harder this time.

“Fuck, Lora.”

She loved the way he said her name.

And loved the way he tasted.

Everywhere.

He clasped her hands, freezing her. “Not… gonna… last.” Guttural. Kenton turned to her with his eyes narrowed and that jaw she loved clenched.

Lora smiled because she didn’t want him to last. She wanted him to break. She wanted that control to break with her.

She pulled away from him, and her hands were rock steady when she unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor.

He sucked in a breath and then he was on her. Hands tight around her. Mouth closing over her breast, sucking deep and strong, and her sex quivered. Cream pooled between her legs, and she wanted him.

His tongued swirled over her nipple. His teeth scored her sensitive flesh, and Lora choked out his name on a breath of need.

His cock shoved against her. That thick flesh drove right against her underwear. His hand pushed between her legs and caught the elastic edge of her panties. When they ripped under his fingers, she laughed.

At the sound, his head snapped up, and he stared at her with a heated gaze. He stared as if he hadn’t seen her before and muttered, “Fucking beautiful.” Then his hands were around her waist as he lifted her up. The muscles in his arms flexed as he held her.

Wow, didn’t realize the man was so strong, didn’t know—

She licked his throat.

Screw it.

Lora wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock pushed against her, pressing right at the wet entrance to her sex.

She arched toward him just as Kenton slammed deep.

So deep.

She bit her lip to hold back the scream.

Skin to skin. Hot. Slick. So full.

Her nails dug into his shoulders.

His eyes, molten steel, blazed at her. His fingers gripped her waist. His thighs were rock hard against her, and his cock—

So good.

Lora rose up, sank down, and thrust back against him.

And he swelled even more within her. Thick, hot flesh.

Flesh.

No condom.

“Kenton!”

He whirled around, and they fell to the bed, bouncing lightly on the soft mattress. He stayed within her. His cock lodged deeper, and his fingers pushed between her folds to press against her clit.