Hide and Seek - Lara Adrian Page 0,17

packet, but recovered on a harsh chuckle. He grinned down at her and shrugged. “I’ve clocked thousands of hours with my finger on the trigger of a hundred different weapons in the heat of battle, yet look at me. All thumbs around you.”

Lisa drew back with a smile. “Let me help—”

“Oh, hell no.” His sandpaper growl cut her short. “You touch me right now after what your sweet mouth just did to me, and I’m done for.”

His confession warmed her. The idea that she could make the stoic, steady John Duarte tremble a little was a wild turn-on. She watched as he rolled the condom onto his length, then scooted back to make room for him on the bed with her.

He moved between her legs, nudging her thighs open with his knee as he came down on top of her. He resumed kissing her, his warm hands on her face and tangling in her loose hair.

She moaned at the pleasure of his weight and the need to have him inside her. “I can’t take much more, Johnny.”

“That makes two of us,” he uttered thickly, guiding himself to her slick cleft.

The blunt head of his cock slid between her folds, demanding entrance. Seated at her opening, he began to push inside, inch by glorious inch.

Lisa gasped at the fullness invading her. “So good,” she murmured as he stretched her, filled her. Made her yearn for more of him. “You feel so good.”

“Ah, fuck, sugar... so do you.” His molasses-rich voice and sexy Southern drawl made her heart flutter even more behind her ribs. “You feel too damn good. Just like that first night. Too fucking good.”

He took her in a hungered kiss as he rocked deeper into her, leaving her quivering and electrified with pleasure. He rolled his hips forward and back in long, powerful strokes, his eyes blazing as he watched her arch and rock with him.

Then there were no more words. Just skin rasping against skin, breaths mingling. And need burning hotter as their rhythm picked up, turning urgent and fevered.

John’s low curse was a snarl against her ear as he drove deeper, faster, harder.

Nothing about him was gentle now, and that lack of control sent her own sanity reeling. She couldn’t hold on any longer. Her climax built toward a dizzying crest, swelling like a tidal wave.

He was right, it did feel too good.

They felt too good.

While the rest of her life had careened out of control a few hours ago with her brother’s disturbing message and apparent involvement in things she still struggled to understand, this moment with John—in his arms again, in his bed—felt so good and right it terrified the hell out of her.

Yet as her orgasm washed over her, she could only hold on to him for dear life and let the pleasure take her blissfully down.

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He’d never known anything as sexy as Lisa moaning his name as she orgasmed in his arms. His own climax roared up on him in response, a wild thing he could barely control.

She’d had him so ready when she’d sucked on him. The satiny glove of her mouth on his naked cock had almost made him spill before they’d even gotten started.

Now this, the sanity-robbing feel of her channel walls rippling against his shaft as she came. Her tiny muscles milked him toward a massive release, and he chased it with greedy abandon.

He knew it was selfish, acting on his need for her tonight. But right now, with Lisa writhing and arching with the onslaught of another orgasm, he couldn’t regret it.

His senses filled with her. The feel of her warm, soft skin against his body. The wet, erotic sounds of their sex combined with her little moans and gasps as he filled her, stretched her, gave her every inch of him. The pleasured look on her face was heaven, making him want nothing more than to cage her beneath him all night and watch her break on him over and over again.

Christ, this woman could become a swift and merciless addiction. He’d recognized that five years ago. He’d walked away to save himself—to save them both—for all the good it had done now.

Desire consumed him. His own climax coiled tight and pulsing as he lost himself to a more urgent tempo. He thrust harder, knowing he was taking something he didn’t deserve, at the worst possible time in both their lives. Yet he was unable to deny himself the want of it. Of her.

All that