No Escape From War (Trouble for Hire #1) - Cynthia Eden Page 0,75
for him. “What if you fall?” She locked her arms around him.
He had fallen—fast and hard for her. He turned. His head bent toward her and his mouth brushed over her lips. She was with him. Safe. Alive. He had everything that he would ever need.
“Let’s go home,” Rose murmured.
He was home. A kid who’d lost his family. A fighter who’d slipped in and out of more countries than he could count. But he’d finally found his home—and it wasn’t the cabin or the beach or anything but…her. Rose was his home.
She was his heart.
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Their clothes littered the floor. Not like they’d wasted time stripping. War was reaching for her again, but Rose caught his hands and pushed them back down. “I think you don’t understand the meaning of slow and easy.”
He grinned at her, and her chest warmed. His smile was sexy and charming, and she loved him so much that she felt like her whole body might explode with joy.
She’d been so worried about him. They’d gone back to his cabin—Odin had made sure there were no signs of the attack. Odin had been such a good friend. He’d given her some much support while she’d stayed at War’s side during those days at the hospital. The doctors had told her not to worry, that he’d been lucky, that War was a fighter…
But she hadn’t been able to shake her fear. Not until they finally drove away from the hospital and it was in her rear-view mirror.
The pain and the fear and that jerk Gary—they were all in her rear-view. What was on the road in front of her, her future—that was War.
“You are torturing me,” he groaned.
“No, I am being extra…” Her fingers released their grip on his hands as she moved to trace a light path down his chest. “Gentle.” She made sure not to touch any of his healing injuries. Down, down her careful fingers went…
Until she was stroking the long, hard length of his cock. Her hand curled around him, and she squeezed. Squeezed and released before she began to pump—
“Rose.” His eyes had darkened even more.
“So gentle,” she said. Her body shifted so that she could bring her mouth down and feather a kiss over the head of his cock.
He growled and his hips jerked up.
She slowly opened her mouth. Took a little of him inside. One inch. Two.
“Torture…”
She took more. Swirled her tongue over him. Sucked.
“Rose!” He’d fisted the sheets. “There is slow,” he gritted out, “then there is making-me-lose-my-mind torture!”
She didn’t want him losing his mind. Couldn’t very well have that. She rose and straddled him. The tip of his cock pressed to her core. She stared into his eyes and sank down.
Slowly.
That had been the plan, correct?
One careful inch at a time.
His jaw locked. “Fuck me!”
“I am.”
A choked laugh barked from him. His hands let go of their tight grip on the sheets and flew to curl around her hips. “More, Rose. More.”
Her knees pressed against the mattress. She pushed up. Sank back down.
A guttural groan came from him. His hands lifted her up. Urged her down. Faster…
War was forgetting that they were supposed to be going slow. He was attempting to take over and change the plan. “War…”
His right hand slid away from her hip. Moved lower down her body. His fingers rubbed over her clit.
Her breath jerked out.
She pushed up. Sank down. His fingers kept strumming her. She was staring straight at him. His burning gaze was on her. The thunder of her heart grew louder and louder, and her climax built within her. She could feel it driving through her. Every thrust had her closer and closer to the edge. So close that—
She went over. Pleasure poured through her, and she shoved down against him, taking him in as deeply as she could. War was climaxing with her. She could feel it—feel him. He poured into her even as his hips jerked and heaved against her.
Her hands flew back to push against his thighs so she could hold her balance. War had strong thighs. Strong everything. She let the orgasm consume them both.
She enjoyed the hell out of that ride.
When her heart slowed, when her breathing evened, she opened her eyes to find him staring at her.
And smiling.
His expression—there was just so much love on his face. She’d never quite had anyone look at her the way War did.
“You’re wearing the ring.” His voice was husky, thick, and satisfied.