No Escape From War (Trouble for Hire #1) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,43

bobbed up in the air, obviously not fucking pleased with his life choices.

War wrenched on the shower water and stepped under the icy spray.

***

“No.” Rose stared at the closed door. He wasn’t doing this. Wasn’t going to give her so much pleasure that she had splintered apart and then walk away. She’d seen the need on his face. The savage lines of hunger.

He’d wanted her.

She still wanted him.

And it darn well wasn’t about some adrenaline rush and crazy emotions. When it came to War, she’d always wanted him.

Rose slung aside the covers and rushed for the bathroom door. She twisted the knob—he hadn’t locked the door—and threw it open. As she stormed inside, she kicked past his discarded clothes. “War.” Angry. Determined.

He was in her shower. The water thundered down on him. His back was toward her, but she could see him clearly through the glass shower door. No steam drifted from the water—she knew it was probably ice cold, just as he’d said.

“You don’t want to do this,” he warned. His hands pressed to the tiled wall in front of him. “Walk away, Rose.”

She walked closer. “I want you.”

The water trailed down his body. Slid over his strong, muscular back. Down that awesome ass of his. Truly, the man’s ass was great. And those powerful legs and those—

He swung around toward her.

Huge. Massive. His cock bobbed toward her. “The cold water isn’t helping,” he growled. “And you standing there naked…I’m trying to be good.”

“Oh, War…” She opened the door. “You’re way better than good in bed, and we both know it.” She stepped beneath the spray. Gasped because it was freezing. Her nipples pebbled hard and her stomach sucked in. But she didn’t retreat. Her hand rose to press to his chest—his cold, hard chest. “Turn the water off,” she breathed as she stood onto her tiptoes and pressed a quick, hungry kiss to his lips. “And fuck me.”

He wrenched the water off. Yanked her up into his arms and pushed her against the wall. He caged her there even as this cock shoved toward her—

He stilled with the head of his cock lodged at the entrance to her body. “Condom.” Another growl.

“I’m still on birth control. There hasn’t been anyone since you. I’m clear. I’m—”

“There hasn’t been anyone for me since you.” His eyes blazed with dark fire. “There never will be.” He sank deep.

That was it. She was lost. All control stripped away. His cock stretched her and had her moaning and they were wild. He pounded into her. Her hands held onto his shoulders for dear life. She didn’t feel the cold any longer. How could she? Her heart was nearly bursting from her chest. Her breath heaved in and out. Her legs had locked tightly around his hips. Each deep thrust had her arching into him.

His cock filled her. Over and over. Slid in and out. She pushed up so she could look down at them—

Oh, God.

He held her with his right hand. Such easy strength. His left slid between their bodies. Stroked her. She watched. She—

Came so hard that she thought she just might pass out. The pleasure slammed through every cell in her body. Rose couldn’t cry out at all. She was too busy soaking in the release and letting it fill every hollow, dark spot inside of her. The climax kept pouring through her. Not some little peak—there were no little peaks of pleasure with War. More like a non-stop onslaught that was wrecking her world and leaving her shaking and satisfied and…

He drove deep once more. Erupted inside of her. Her hold on him tightened even more. She forced her eyelids to lift—they’d closed when her release first hit. She stared at him. Saw the savage beauty of his face as pleasure washed over his features.

He looked back at her. His eyes stared straight into her soul. And he just said… “Mine.”

***

Dylan Nelson shoved open his front door. He’d been at the station for too damn long answering all of those ridiculous questions from the cops. His lawyer had told him that cooperating was in his best interest.

He probably should hire a new lawyer. That prick had been getting on his last nerve.

He glared around the house. He’d told the cops they could search his home. He didn’t have anything to hide in his place. Not like he was keeping freaking kill trophies under the bed or something.

He needed a drink. Maybe two. He’d been grilled like some kind of criminal.