He didn’t speak.
She took a step back. Turned for the doors that would take her back inside. But she didn’t actually advance toward those doors. “But the thing is…” Her husky voice was like a stroke over his body. Sensual. Seductive. “I want you.” Then she moved quickly. She came back to him. Shoved up onto her tiptoes, and her hands curled around his shoulders as Rose pulled him toward her. “And I don’t want to think about how this is wrong.”
Her mouth pressed to his.
We’re not wrong. Give me a chance. I’ll show you how right we can be. His fingers locked around her waist as his tongue met hers.
The kiss was hot. Hungry. Desperate.
Greedy.
Her taste was everything he wanted. Everything he could never forget. The wind blew against them. The waves thundered. Her nipples were tight and thrusting against his chest through the delicate silk of her robe. He wanted the robe gone. Wanted her bra gone.
Wanted her.
Always.
He lifted her into his arms. Held her easily as her legs wrapped around his hips. Her robe had ridden up, and only her panties were in his way. Her panties. His jeans. He didn’t take his mouth from hers. War was enjoying the hell out of tasting her. He took a few steps toward the condo’s doors, and he pressed her against the nearby wall.
It would be so easy to rip away her panties. To shove inside of her. To thrust deep and drive them both over the edge.
In the morning, we don’t want to wake up with regrets.
Fuck.
Her body rubbed against his. Her nails bit into his shoulders.
Here. Now. He’d missed her. Missed the way she tasted. The way she smelled. The way she felt when her sex gripped him like the best paradise in the world.
But…
His mouth tore from hers. “We should…go inside.”
She nipped his lower lip.
He jolted with hot lust. “Inside.” He didn’t let her go. He carried her back in. Paused only long enough to shut the door and flip the lock. Then he made his way to her bedroom.
His dick shoved against her with every step he took. She was sliding her core against the hard length. Driving his desire up to ever higher levels.
Making him want to take and take and never stop.
War lowered her onto the bed. He caught the belt of her robe and yanked it loose so he could see all of her.
Her panties and bra were so fucking sexy. But they were in the way. They needed to go.
He and Rose both pushed the robe aside. She fumbled with the back of her bra, and he tossed it to the floor as soon as the clasp was undone. He’d missed her breasts. Round and pert and with dusky nipples that he loved to lick.
He licked her nipple right then. Over and over. Licked and tasted and had her grabbing for the bed covers as she arched up against him.
His legs were between hers. He spread her thighs wide as his fingers trailed down her body. He pushed his hand against the crotch of her panties as he kept up his sensual play with her nipple. Her panties were wet. She was arching into his touch. Moaning his name. Giving him everything he’d wanted—
No regrets.
He stroked her through the panties. She squirmed against him. Her breath panted out.
He began to kiss his way down her body. He wanted to kiss every single inch of her. Her body had always driven him crazy. So he just had to taste all of her.
Her thighs opened more for him. He used his index finger to trace lightly over her sex, through the panties.
“You are teasing!” Rose cried out.
No, he wasn’t. When it came to her, he didn’t tease. He was dead serious. His hands moved to either side of her hips.
“War?”
He curled his fingers around the lace along her hips and just ripped the panties and tossed them out of his way.
Better. Much better.
He put his mouth on her. Her hips surged up against him. He licked her. Sucked. Kissed. Thrust his tongue over her clit and then into her core. She was arching and grabbing for his shoulders, and her taste was just driving him on. Making him hungrier. Wilder. Rougher.
“War!” Her whole body tightened. He could hear the pleasure in her voice as she called out his name.
The first orgasm. He greedily tasted that release. And worked her with his fingers and mouth until he could send her crashing into a second.
When that second wave hit, a tremble rocked her. Her nails and fingers pressed harder against him, and she whispered his name.
He licked her again. Tenderly. He loved the way she tasted.
His head lifted. He stared up at her and knew he’d never wanted anyone more.
Her eyes met his. Slowly, he slid back. Moved to the side of the bed. He stood, and his hands went to the snap of his jeans.
I want to drive into her. Sink as far as I can go. Find oblivion and pleasure and mark her in a way that proves we are far from fucking over.
Her breath came quickly. His gaze drifted to her breasts. Those perfect breasts.
Then down, down to the sex he’d just licked.
He reached forward—
And pulled the covers they’d somehow kicked aside up over her body.
“War?” Confusion trembled in her voice.
“Can’t have you waking up with regrets tomorrow.” He’d be the one doing that. Kicking himself. Calling himself a dumbass for the move he was making. And it hurt. Like, freaking hurt because he was so turned on and all he wanted to do was plunge inside of her.
One of her hands grabbed the cover as she shot into a sitting position. “You’re walking away from me?”
He was heading for an ice-cold shower. Then the couch. “I don’t want just tonight.”
She shoved back her hair. “What is happening right now?”
I’m trying to be a good and not jump you like I’m starving. “You’re coming off an adrenaline rush. Your emotions are all over the place. In the morning, you might be back to hating me. I…don’t want that.” Her hate was the last thing he wanted. “So maybe…when you wake up, you’ll realize that I’m not always a total ass. At least not with you. Other people can go fuck themselves, but with you…I’m different.” Did she get that? Did she understand what he was trying to do even as every single part of his body protested?
He was putting her first. For him, she had to come first. Hell, literally. He’d made sure she came—twice—but he wasn’t going to find his own release. He was doing something for her. Proving that he was more than an arrogant, jealous ass and a liar and—
“Shower,” War rasped. A nipple had just peaked out at him. He was at the end of his rope. If he didn’t get away from her, now, his good intentions would go straight to hell. “Good night, Rose.”
He whirled and marched for the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and immediately began to strip. His dick bobbed up in the air, obviously not fucking pleased with his life choices.
War wrenched on the shower water and stepped under the icy spray.
***
“No.” Rose stared at the closed door. He wasn’t doing this. Wasn’t going to give her so much pleasure that she had splintered apart and then walk away. She’d seen the need on his face. The savage lines of hunger.
He’d wanted her.
She still wanted him.
And it darn well wasn’t about some adrenaline rush and crazy emotions. When it came to War, she’d always wanted him.