Free The Dangerous Hero by Linda Barlow

she wanted him fully inside her, in every possible way. She sucked him into her mouth, breathing rapidly through her nose in order to accommodate his girth, and heard him groan again.
    She glanced up at him. He had looked almost reluctant when she’d begun, but now a change came over his face. His eyes burned, his jaw hardened and his genial smile dropped away. He appeared hard and predatory, and a memory flashed from nine years before—sex brought something out in him that was buried deeply, something primitive and driven. Stephen aroused was a force of nature not to be denied.
    He slid forward, pushing himself more deeply into her. He was rough, and she sensed that he liked that she was on her knees in front of him, taking him, and that he would happily drive to a conclusion right now instead of treating this as foreplay. He wanted her this way, although he had not initiated it. He got off on it.
    The realization that she was pleasing him thrilled her. She redoubled her efforts, sucking and using her tongue as he fisted her hair and fucked her mouth. She could tell by the way he twitched and sped up that he was close to the edge already. Good, she thought, good. She wanted to bring him off now, right now.
    But, with an even more expressive groan, he pulled back. She fought him, but he must have reached deep to find the willpower to resist her hungry mouth, her stroking tongue. "Not yet." His voice was husky and breathless, but he managed a brief grin as he scooped her and deposited her on the mattress. "I’m going to make this last, even if it kills me."
    She giggled and he laughed with her. She loved his laugh. He had laughed the same way that summer, too, making everything seem easy and fun. But passion had him in its grip now, and the laughter faded. "On your back," he ordered in a harsher tone. "Spread your legs for me."
    It sounded as if he were accustomed to giving commands, and she was surprised at how quickly she obeyed him. He had done that, too, nine years ago—in a low urgent voice he had told her what to do. She had complied then because she had wanted to learn everything she could from him. Compared to the high school boys she had dated previously, Stephen had seemed infinitely more knowledgeable and sophisticated. It was different now, but the kick of it was still there.
    His expression grew increasingly intent and focused. With quick, economical movements, he pulled his shirt over his head and peeled off his jeans. From his pants pocket he removed several condoms, which he tossed on the bedside table. They were joined by his glasses, which hit the surface of the table with a metallic click. He proceeded to toss his clothing unceremoniously onto the floor. Then he crawled, naked and beautiful, up the mattress until he was hovering over her.
    She shivered as she waited for him. Her body yearned towards his; her bones seemed to have melted. When he kissed her, she returned it hungrily, opening wide for him as his tongue invaded and explored.
    While continuing the kiss, his hands began to caress bare skin. He quickly located the fastenings of her bra, which were in the front, and divested her of the fragile bit of lingerie. He brushed one of her tingling nipples with his fingertips, causing her to arch up off the mattress when he drew his fingers back. A moment later he slid down so his mouth could replace his fingers, threading a series of short, quick kisses along the hollow under her collarbone and down over the slopes of her breasts. When he reached her nipple, she felt a primitive pulse begin in her core. Was she going to come from having her breasts caressed? Nearly, she was that excited.
    She could see his fingers, tan and masculine against her pale skin, as they plumped up one breast and lightly flicked her nipple. Gradually, he increased the pressure there until she gasped. Quickly, his mouth replaced his fingers and he sucked and soothed while she writhed beneath him.
    "Put your hands over your head.