Free One Night with a Hero by Laura Kaye

rounded cheeks of her ass. Skin-on-skin, the feeling was so much more intense, more raw, more real that he had to pause and breathe away the urge to plow into her, rush through it, chase what he knew would be an incredible orgasm so fast that it would be over before he’d memorized every moment of it.
    “Does it feel different?”
    “Hell yeah. It’s insane, Joss. You feel so fucking good I’m afraid to move.”
    The corner of her mouth lifted in a small, sexy smile that had something in his chest stirring, too. “Move, Brady. I need you to.”
    As soon as he did, his brain went off-line and he was all sensation. The tight, white-hot glide of his cock in her slick channel. The soft quiver of her thighs in his arms. The soundtrack of her panting and moans mingling with his groans and rough exhalations.
    If they’d have been anywhere but the kitchen, he’d have taken her to the floor, laid her out, and sprawled himself atop her. He wanted to feel the rub and press of their bodies moving and her arms and legs wrapped around him. He wanted his face buried in all that luscious hair. And he sure as hell wanted her nails marking his back.
    Next time , his mind whispered insidiously.
    There won’t be any damn “next time.” He shook his head, willing the combatants in his brain away. Just this one time. Let me have this .
    Whatever else happened, Brady didn’t want this to end without feeling Joss come around his cock. Propping one of her legs straight against his chest freed a hand to pleasure her, and he reveled in the gasping moan she released when he circled his fingers over his clit.
    “Never come twice.” She shook her head. “Never…”
    “You sure? Because I love a challenge.”
    She half moaned/half laughed, then bit her lip. “Try it harder,” she whispered.
    “What, sweetness? Fucking or rubbing?”
    “Both.”
    He nodded. “Gimme your hand.” He placed her fingers on top of her clit. “Rub yourself for me. Show me what you like.”
    She peered up at him from under her eyelashes, and something told him she’d never touched herself in front of a man before.
    His gaze dropped to where they were joined as he held up his end of the bargain and hammered into her, his grip tight on her thighs to absorb most of the impact, his dog tags bouncing against his chest. “So hot, seeing my dick in your pussy while you touch yourself. Just thinking about you getting off again is making my blood pound.”
    She rubbed fast little circles over her swollen nub. Her eyes clenched in tight concentration.
    And then the tension exploded behind his balls and he was coming, pulsing, pouring himself into a woman for the first time in his life. Into Joss.
    “Don’t stop,” she moaned, her fingers flying.
    “Jesus,” he ground out at the incredibly erotic sight, at the fact that he was going light-headed at the sheer force of his orgasm.
    And then her pussy clamped down on him over and over and Joss unleashed a high-pitched moan that started low in her throat. Brady collapsed against her and swallowed her cry in a hot, wet, worshipful kiss. When her body finally calmed, his thighs were shaking.
    “Holy shit,” he breathed against her lips.
    Running on pure instinct now, Brady stepped back and helped her down. Her knees went soft when she hit the floor, so he scooped her into his arms and made his way through the house and upstairs to where her bathroom should be. She was warm and pliant in his arms and the sensation of her nuzzling into the crook of his neck shouldn’t have felt as good as it did.
    The monster of his ancient anger stalked back and forth at the gates of his mind. But he was ignoring that motherfucker for all he was worth.
    Because, since he never allowed himself this—any of this, really—he had no idea how fucking good it could all feel, right down to her arms holding him.
    He settled her on her feet against the wall next to the shower and reached in to adjust the water.
    “Get in,” he said when