No Escape From War (Trouble for Hire #1) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,54

his jaw shut and she was—

Lowering before him. Hitting her knees in Armageddon as her mouth moved toward his dick. He couldn’t look away from the sight of her. Nothing in the entire world was as sexy as Rose going down on him. He was so turned on just by the image of her before him that a shudder worked the length of his body. He wanted to come. Wanted to explode right then and there, but he would not. He would hold onto his control. He would wait for her. His motto had always been ladies’ first, and he wasn’t going to—

Her lips closed around the tip of his cock. A guttural groan tore from him. “Now who is teasing?” he demanded.

She licked the head. “I’m just getting started.” Her breath blew over him.

His breath panted in and out.

Then she opened her mouth wider. Took him in deeper.

No way could he stare at his woman, his Rose, on her knees, opening her mouth, and taking his cock inside and not lose his mind. With every lick of her tongue, every pull of her mouth on him, the fierce lust he felt for her roared inside of him. It grew stronger, hotter, fiercer with every second that passed.

His hands sank into her hair. Her beautiful hair. She was dipping toward him, her breasts were bobbing, her nipples tight, and her mouth…the sight of his dick sliding past her lips…

“Rose.”

He was too close to the edge. His climax was building. He was going to come into her mouth. He was going to lose it—

She sucked harder. Deeper. Swirled her tongue over—

Something snapped inside of him. War felt it happen. Could seem to hear it.

In a blur, he pulled her up. Held her too tightly. Her lips were red and slick, her eyes shining. “So fucking beautiful.” His voice was barely human. Too primal. With her in his arms, he rushed for the pool table.

“War?”

The way she said his name…the need…

She’d wanted him without control.

Be careful what you wish for.

He put her on the edge of the pool table. Tossed away her shoes and her pants, and pushed his cock at the entrance to her body. “Can’t…go slow.”

“I don’t want slow. I want hard.” Her nails sank into his shoulders. “I want uncontrolled. I want you…” Her mouth pressed to his neck. Lick. Bit. “Giving me everything that you’ve got.”

He sank deep into her.

“Just like that…”

His right hand pushed between them. Rubbed her clit. War used fingers to drive her crazy even as his dick slid in and out. In and out. She was wet and tight, and his thrusts were frantic. There was no holding back. He couldn’t have, even if he’d wanted to go slow.

Everything was too basic. Too desperate.

She surged up against him as a choked scream burst from her, and her inner muscles clamped even tighter around him. He knew she was coming.

He didn’t slow down.

His hand pulled away from her clit. He hauled her closer to the edge of the pool table as his fingers curled around her waist. Her legs locked around him as he pistoned against her. A fury of need tore through him. War felt like he couldn’t get close enough to her. Couldn’t sink in deep enough. He wanted to mark her. Leave an impression on her very soul so that she knew, she knew that she was his.

Just as he was hers. She’d marked him from the beginning.

Her nails raked down his back. Her hips bucked against him. “War!”

She was coming a second time. Hell, yes. Hell, yes. The contractions of her delicate, inner muscles sent him straight into oblivion. His orgasm ripped through him as he drove deep into her once more. The release sucked his breath away, sent his heart pounding in a triple-time rhythm, and had every cell in his body burning with white-hot pleasure. There was no stopping as he jetted into her. There was no being easy. He was pumping his hips against her. Pressing his lips to the curve of her shoulder. Wrapping her in his scent. Taking her. Claiming her.

Loving her.

***

“Well, hello, again.” The detective put her hands on her hips as she studied Dylan. “Fancy seeing you here. But there are some people who just can’t stay away.”

“My lawyer will have me out of here in no time.”

“Um.” Her nose scrunched as she swept her gaze over his face. “That looks painful. But judging by the white tape, I’m assuming our lovely staff made