Free Inescapable (Men of Mercy Novel, A) by Joss Wood

the box of condoms and he quickly tore one off the strip. With ruthless efficiency he rolled the latex down so that he was covered, and thought that this was it, this . . . this was what he’d been waiting a year for.
    Then her fingers, smooth, soft, and smelling faintly of a lemon-scented hand cream, skimmed his cheekbones and his jaw. They drifted down his neck, into his hair, and across his shoulder blades, each new touch causing his balls to contract, his cock to harden even more.
    Kai dropped his weight off his arms, pressing her soft, delicious body into the covers. He pushed his knee between her legs and the slickness and heat he felt coming from her made his head swim. And then he was where he was supposed to be, his cock at her entrance, insistent, demanding, desperate. Flick reached down, wrapped her fingers around him and guided him into her.
    He crushed his mouth against hers as the world faded away, his entire concentration focused on where their bodies met. He held himself rigid, knowing that if he started to push he wouldn’t stop, and he wanted Flick to come again, with him this time. She lifted her hips urgently against his so that he slid deeper inside her and he heard her moan. Blood roared in his head as his last strand of willpower shattered. This was mating at its most basic, wild and primordial, he thought as he shoved his hand below her ass to lift her higher even as he slammed into her.
    Harder, faster, higher. His breathing increased and his heart threatened to explode and—
    Shit, he was going to come.
Not yet
, he screamed silently, grinding his teeth. He couldn’t find the ability to speak, so he silently willed Flick upward, pistoning himself into her, deep and demanding. Judging by what sounded like a whimper and a sob, and the clenching of her body around him, she was close, and as his orgasm rocketed from his balls, his cock, up his spine, he pulsed into her and she came too, her orgasm sweet against every inch of him.
    Holy crap. As he laid there in the aftermath, coming down from that extreme high, sated and shocked at the intensity of what they had just shared, the thought that she was the best sex he’d ever had drifted through his admittedly fried brain. But maybe that was because he hadn’t had sex for so damn long, the rational part of his mind responded.
    Because, he thought as he rolled off her, there couldn’t possibly be any other reason.
    ***
    Flick lay with her head on Kai’s shoulder, thinking that her idea of an afternoon tryst had been a very good one, and that she was quite pleased with herself. There would be no walk of shame for her. She’d gotten exactly what she’d come for—mind-blowing sex—and she’d be damned if she’d feel guilty going to bed with a complete stranger. All she felt was contentment and satisfaction and, though it was probably a little weird, safe.
    Kai was as close to a perfect lover as she’d ever encountered and she idly wondered whether it was the freedom from emotion that allowed her to be so fully satisfied. Not that their time together had been robotic. At times Kai had even been tender, something she certainly hadn’t expected. He’d stopped her thinking—about Gina and Pippa and the mess her aunt had dumped her into, about whether he was happy or satisfied or whether he thought she had a big ass—and she’d let go. She’d allowed herself to lose control, to touch, to explore, to taste. She had lost all her inhibitions in her quest to explore that hard, tough body. That had never happened to her before. With all of her previous lovers she’d been more concerned about making them happy than worrying about herself. With Kai, all she remembered thinking was that she hadn’t wanted it to end.
    Flick felt Kai stir and bit her lip as he raised his wrist and squinted at the dial of his watch, the numbers just visible from the light spilling through the half-open door to the bathroom. Night had fallen and she knew that it was