Deadly Lies (Deadly #3)(88)

Her hands went to the top of his jeans. His eyes never left her face. She caught the button, popped it free, and lowered his zipper with a soft hiss.

“Samantha…”

His cock spilled into her hand. Long, thick, and heavy with arousal. Her fingers wrapped around him, then squeezed tight. She worked his flesh, one long, hard pump, from base to tip.

So warm and hard.

She eased onto her knees before him and took the head of his erection into her mouth.

“Fuck!” His shaft jerked at the touch of her tongue.

Salty. Rich. She licked the pre-cum on his cock. Didn’t think I’d have him again. So scared.

Her mouth widened, and she took him in deeper. Her hand slid down her body and pressed against the hard ache of need between her legs.

Wanted him. Always want him.

His hands tangled in her hair. “You’re so… beautiful…” He growled.

Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. She wanted to feel his control shatter as he came for her.

Her hand pressed harder against her sex. Her mouth tightened around him, and his cock swelled even more in her mouth.

“No!”

His growl had her pulling back. Max’s eyes glittered down at her. “Told you, baby,” his voice was so gravelly, so rough, “I wasn’t feeling easy.” His hands moved to her shoulders, and he pushed her back, down onto the thick carpet.

Max yanked off her jeans and panties, taking her shoes with them, and he tossed everything into a pile in the corner. His hands—with slightly callused, rough fingers—closed around her thighs, and he spread her legs as he opened her wide to him.

“You’re wet for me.” Hunger and dark lust flavored the words.

One touch, and she’d been wet. Just as he was hard for her. She twisted beneath him, needing more. “Come inside me now.”

“I get my turn first.” His stubble pricked her thighs as he moved in closer. His breath blew against the light covering of hair that shielded her sex. Max’s fingers slid up, parted her folds, and found her clit.

Her breath choked out. There.

Then his mouth was on her. Those lips, that tongue, licking, sucking, making the need tighten and the hunger flare so hot.

Her hips slammed up against his mouth, and her nails raked his back. She wasn’t feeling easy, either.

Desperate.

Max’s tongue drove into her sex. She came against his mouth. A hot, hard explosion. And he kept licking her.

Her eyes squeezed shut as the waves of release blasted her. So good, so good, but not enough. “Max…” Her lashes lifted.

His head rose at her throaty cry. His gaze—the pupils so big his eyes looked black—locked on her face. He licked his lips, and she knew he still tasted her.

He grabbed for his wallet and took out a condom. She rose onto her knees, wanting to help him, but he had his cock sheathed in seconds. Then he ordered, “Get on your knees.”

The sensual command had her breath heaving out.

Not easy.

Sam’s hands slapped against the floor. Her gaze hit the brown carpet as she brought her knees down, lifting her ass.

“You’re f*cking…” his fingers trailed over her ass and down to her cleft, “perfect.”

No, she wasn’t. Far from it.

His cock nudged at the entrance to her body. The head probed against her opening. Sam’s fingers dug into the carpet.

Not easy.

The first hard plunge had her gasping, then driving her hips back against Max as she tried to take more of him. More.

His hand circled her hip, then slid over to push at the front of her sensitive flesh. His thumb rubbed her sex even as he retreated, then thrust deeper, harder, into her.

She arched, turning her head, and he was there, rising with her. His mouth took hers even as his hands and cock took her body. His tongue thrust deep, and his cock retreated. Thrust, withdraw. Again and again.

A second release swelled closer. Her hips rocked against him, the rhythm wild and too fast. She was so wet that her cream coated him.

Another thrust. One that rocked her entire body, and she came, exploding around him, on a wave of white-hot pleasure that stole her breath.

Max shuddered behind her, around her, in her. Her name tore from his lips, and his cock surged inside of her as he erupted.

When Sam’s breathing slowed down, when her heart stopped racing, he still filled her.

Her knees ached. Her sex quivered, and her throat seemed bone-dry.

Not easy. But exactly what she’d wanted.

“Mine.” And when she heard the whisper, she wasn’t sure if it had been hers, or his.


Sam and Max watched the press conference together. Max’s arms were loose around her, but she felt the tension that hit his body when Kenton announced Quinlan’s name.

“Dammit.”

Sam turned toward him, barely hearing Kenton’s words now. She knew that Hyde had called Kenton back in on the case so the guy could soothe the reporters. When it came to the press, Kenton had a perfect touch.

Kenton had left the SSD after he’d fallen hard for Lora Spade, a firefighter he’d met during the hunt for a serial arsonist. They’d both almost died, but in the end, they’d come through hell, stronger. Together. Kenton had left the SSD to be with her.

What would it be like to have someone love you so much he’d sacrifice everything?