Free Cut and Run by Lara Adrián

gaze.
    “There hasn’t been anyone else. Not one, Ethan. All this time, there’s only been you.”

11
     
    Tori’s confession registered like a sucker punch to his gut.
    No one since me?
    It struck him stupid for a second as he tried to process. No easy thing, when his blood was racing so feverishly, most of it departed from his brain and migrated due south.
    He stilled within Tori’s satin heat and stared at her mutely.
    No one else in all this time.
    Had he hurt her that deeply, that she couldn’t let herself get close to anyone else since he’d been gone?
    But Tori’s dark blue eyes were tender on him, not accusing. They were so honest and loving, he could hardly breathe under their regard.
    She swallowed quietly, but her voice was steady, hiding nothing from him. “After you, there was never anyone who measured up.”
    “Three years?” he muttered thickly, then cursed in a rough whisper.
    He couldn’t keep himself from moving inside her again. Picking up a slower, less furious pace than before, he gave a mild shake of his head.
    “Jesus, Tori. It’s one thing for me to be living like a damned monk since I left. Not like I’ve had time or interest in anyone when I’m not in one place more than a couple of weeks at a time. But you…”
    She gaped at him. “You mean, you haven’t—”
    “No one,” he said.
    And while he might’ve wanted to fool himself into thinking he’d abstained only due to lack of time or opportunity, the truth was, he’d been holding out for something special too.
    Something he’d only found with her.
    He grinned at Tori as he thrust long and deep and smooth. “That condom’s shelf life was about up. Good thing I finally got the chance to show it a little action.”
    She laughed—really laughed—and it was a sound he hadn’t heard in far too long.
    Then she reached down and grabbed his ass in both her hands. She pulled him deeper, grinding into him as if to show him his patient strokes were no longer cutting it for her. He loved her hunger, and the fact that she wasn’t too shy to show it.
    A sly smile played at the edges of her pretty mouth. “How many more condoms do you have in your secret agent kit?”
    His cock leapt at the suggestion. “Not nearly enough.”
    He kissed her, then he drove to the hilt on one deep thrust, wringing a sharp gasp from her and a hot, shivery sigh that made his balls knot up tight with the need to spill.
    He fucked her hard and fast, both of them desperate for release now.
    When they came, it was together as one. Loud, unbridled.
    Explosive.
    Ethan shuddered as the pleasure broke over him and his cock spasmed hard inside her enveloping heat.
    She felt like heaven, like coming home. Only to a home he’d never had until this woman had entered his life.
    He should have known it would be like this with her.
    It always had been.
    Intense.
    Consuming.
    Something too goddamned close to perfect.
    And now he realized how big a mistake he’d just made, thinking he could spend just one more night with Tori and it would be enough.
    What a fucking fool he was.
    Because as their joined bodies rocked together, their arms wrapped around each other as they both spiraled down from an impossible height, all Ethan wanted was the chance to do it all over again.
    This one last night had only made him crave another one.
    And then another one after that.
    How am I going to find the will to walk away from her in the morning?
    How far will I have to go to put Tori out of my mind?
    Hell, he wasn’t even sure the ends of the earth would be far enough to keep him from her this time.

12
     
    Ethan had five condoms in his stash, and over the next several hours, they had burned through them all.
    In between the multiple rounds of amazing sex and soul-shaking orgasms, they’d paused to nibble at their cold dinners and sip the warming champagne.
    Afterward, they’d taken a long, hot soak together in the all-glass shower, but not even exhaustion was enough to cool