No Escape From War (Trouble for Hire #1) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,42

fumbled with the back of her bra, and he tossed it to the floor as soon as the clasp was undone. He’d missed her breasts. Round and pert and with dusky nipples that he loved to lick.

He licked her nipple right then. Over and over. Licked and tasted and had her grabbing for the bed covers as she arched up against him.

His legs were between hers. He spread her thighs wide as his fingers trailed down her body. He pushed his hand against the crotch of her panties as he kept up his sensual play with her nipple. Her panties were wet. She was arching into his touch. Moaning his name. Giving him everything he’d wanted—

No regrets.

He stroked her through the panties. She squirmed against him. Her breath panted out.

He began to kiss his way down her body. He wanted to kiss every single inch of her. Her body had always driven him crazy. So he just had to taste all of her.

Her thighs opened more for him. He used his index finger to trace lightly over her sex, through the panties.

“You are teasing!” Rose cried out.

No, he wasn’t. When it came to her, he didn’t tease. He was dead serious. His hands moved to either side of her hips.

“War?”

He curled his fingers around the lace along her hips and just ripped the panties and tossed them out of his way.

Better. Much better.

He put his mouth on her. Her hips surged up against him. He licked her. Sucked. Kissed. Thrust his tongue over her clit and then into her core. She was arching and grabbing for his shoulders, and her taste was just driving him on. Making him hungrier. Wilder. Rougher.

“War!” Her whole body tightened. He could hear the pleasure in her voice as she called out his name.

The first orgasm. He greedily tasted that release. And worked her with his fingers and mouth until he could send her crashing into a second.

When that second wave hit, a tremble rocked her. Her nails and fingers pressed harder against him, and she whispered his name.

He licked her again. Tenderly. He loved the way she tasted.

His head lifted. He stared up at her and knew he’d never wanted anyone more.

Her eyes met his. Slowly, he slid back. Moved to the side of the bed. He stood, and his hands went to the snap of his jeans.

I want to drive into her. Sink as far as I can go. Find oblivion and pleasure and mark her in a way that proves we are far from fucking over.

Her breath came quickly. His gaze drifted to her breasts. Those perfect breasts.

Then down, down to the sex he’d just licked.

He reached forward—

And pulled the covers they’d somehow kicked aside up over her body.

“War?” Confusion trembled in her voice.

“Can’t have you waking up with regrets tomorrow.” He’d be the one doing that. Kicking himself. Calling himself a dumbass for the move he was making. And it hurt. Like, freaking hurt because he was so turned on and all he wanted to do was plunge inside of her.

One of her hands grabbed the cover as she shot into a sitting position. “You’re walking away from me?”

He was heading for an ice-cold shower. Then the couch. “I don’t want just tonight.”

She shoved back her hair. “What is happening right now?”

I’m trying to be a good and not jump you like I’m starving. “You’re coming off an adrenaline rush. Your emotions are all over the place. In the morning, you might be back to hating me. I…don’t want that.” Her hate was the last thing he wanted. “So maybe…when you wake up, you’ll realize that I’m not always a total ass. At least not with you. Other people can go fuck themselves, but with you…I’m different.” Did she get that? Did she understand what he was trying to do even as every single part of his body protested?

He was putting her first. For him, she had to come first. Hell, literally. He’d made sure she came—twice—but he wasn’t going to find his own release. He was doing something for her. Proving that he was more than an arrogant, jealous ass and a liar and—

“Shower,” War rasped. A nipple had just peaked out at him. He was at the end of his rope. If he didn’t get away from her, now, his good intentions would go straight to hell. “Good night, Rose.”

He whirled and marched for the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and immediately began to strip. His dick