No Escape From War (Trouble for Hire #1) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,41
you late at night. I didn’t want to toss and turn and think about you. I wanted to make it all stop.”
He’d never been able to stop thinking about her. “You starred in my dreams.”
Her breath caught. “It’s not normal to want someone this much.”
“Says who?”
“I was hurt tonight. Furious with you. I shouldn’t even be thinking about what I am…”
He leaned a little closer. “What is it that you’re thinking about?” Tell me, baby. Tell me everything.
“Kissing you.”
He thought about kissing her only every other moment.
“It’s late. My emotions are a wreck. And I know a million reasons why we are a bad idea,” Rose continued.
He didn’t move. Neither did she. “You can go into the bedroom.” His voice had roughened. “Shut the door. I’ll take the couch.”
“I could do that.” A nod. Her fingers were still curled around his wrist. “Do you think it’s possible to keep emotions separate from great sex?”
Maybe. But not for him. Not with her. If that was what she was asking for—a hard screw with insane pleasure so that she could take the edge off the adrenaline burn that was coursing through her—was that what he wanted?
Oh, who the hell was he kidding? Wouldn’t he take her anyway he could get her? In an instant. “We can always try and see what happens.”
Her hand slowly let his wrist go.
He dropped his arm. Brought his hands back to his sides. “Or you can go to bed,” he said again. He was hard and hungry, and trying not to show how desperately he’d love to strip off her robe. Yank aside her panties. And take her against the wall as the surf pounded below them. “That’s the…safer choice.”
“Safe.” A nod. “You’re right. I’m sure that is the safer choice. Because in the morning, we don’t want to wake up with regrets. An awkward morning-after situation and all that. There’s enough going on without adding more drama to the mix.”
He didn’t speak.
She took a step back. Turned for the doors that would take her back inside. But she didn’t actually advance toward those doors. “But the thing is…” Her husky voice was like a stroke over his body. Sensual. Seductive. “I want you.” Then she moved quickly. She came back to him. Shoved up onto her tiptoes, and her hands curled around his shoulders as Rose pulled him toward her. “And I don’t want to think about how this is wrong.”
Her mouth pressed to his.
We’re not wrong. Give me a chance. I’ll show you how right we can be. His fingers locked around her waist as his tongue met hers.
The kiss was hot. Hungry. Desperate.
Greedy.
Her taste was everything he wanted. Everything he could never forget. The wind blew against them. The waves thundered. Her nipples were tight and thrusting against his chest through the delicate silk of her robe. He wanted the robe gone. Wanted her bra gone.
Wanted her.
Always.
He lifted her into his arms. Held her easily as her legs wrapped around his hips. Her robe had ridden up, and only her panties were in his way. Her panties. His jeans. He didn’t take his mouth from hers. War was enjoying the hell out of tasting her. He took a few steps toward the condo’s doors, and he pressed her against the nearby wall.
It would be so easy to rip away her panties. To shove inside of her. To thrust deep and drive them both over the edge.
In the morning, we don’t want to wake up with regrets.
Fuck.
Her body rubbed against his. Her nails bit into his shoulders.
Here. Now. He’d missed her. Missed the way she tasted. The way she smelled. The way she felt when her sex gripped him like the best paradise in the world.
But…
His mouth tore from hers. “We should…go inside.”
She nipped his lower lip.
He jolted with hot lust. “Inside.” He didn’t let her go. He carried her back in. Paused only long enough to shut the door and flip the lock. Then he made his way to her bedroom.
His dick shoved against her with every step he took. She was sliding her core against the hard length. Driving his desire up to ever higher levels.
Making him want to take and take and never stop.
War lowered her onto the bed. He caught the belt of her robe and yanked it loose so he could see all of her.
Her panties and bra were so fucking sexy. But they were in the way. They needed to go.