His hands sank into her hair. Her beautiful hair. She was dipping toward him, her breasts were bobbing, her nipples tight, and her mouth…the sight of his dick sliding past her lips…
“Rose.”
He was too close to the edge. His climax was building. He was going to come into her mouth. He was going to lose it—
She sucked harder. Deeper. Swirled her tongue over—
Something snapped inside of him. War felt it happen. Could seem to hear it.
In a blur, he pulled her up. Held her too tightly. Her lips were red and slick, her eyes shining. “So fucking beautiful.” His voice was barely human. Too primal. With her in his arms, he rushed for the pool table.
“War?”
The way she said his name…the need…
She’d wanted him without control.
Be careful what you wish for.
He put her on the edge of the pool table. Tossed away her shoes and her pants, and pushed his cock at the entrance to her body. “Can’t…go slow.”
“I don’t want slow. I want hard.” Her nails sank into his shoulders. “I want uncontrolled. I want you…” Her mouth pressed to his neck. Lick. Bit. “Giving me everything that you’ve got.”
He sank deep into her.
“Just like that…”
His right hand pushed between them. Rubbed her clit. War used fingers to drive her crazy even as his dick slid in and out. In and out. She was wet and tight, and his thrusts were frantic. There was no holding back. He couldn’t have, even if he’d wanted to go slow.
Everything was too basic. Too desperate.
She surged up against him as a choked scream burst from her, and her inner muscles clamped even tighter around him. He knew she was coming.
He didn’t slow down.
His hand pulled away from her clit. He hauled her closer to the edge of the pool table as his fingers curled around her waist. Her legs locked around him as he pistoned against her. A fury of need tore through him. War felt like he couldn’t get close enough to her. Couldn’t sink in deep enough. He wanted to mark her. Leave an impression on her very soul so that she knew, she knew that she was his.
Just as he was hers. She’d marked him from the beginning.
Her nails raked down his back. Her hips bucked against him. “War!”
She was coming a second time. Hell, yes. Hell, yes. The contractions of her delicate, inner muscles sent him straight into oblivion. His orgasm ripped through him as he drove deep into her once more. The release sucked his breath away, sent his heart pounding in a triple-time rhythm, and had every cell in his body burning with white-hot pleasure. There was no stopping as he jetted into her. There was no being easy. He was pumping his hips against her. Pressing his lips to the curve of her shoulder. Wrapping her in his scent. Taking her. Claiming her.
Loving her.
***
“Well, hello, again.” The detective put her hands on her hips as she studied Dylan. “Fancy seeing you here. But there are some people who just can’t stay away.”
“My lawyer will have me out of here in no time.”
“Um.” Her nose scrunched as she swept her gaze over his face. “That looks painful. But judging by the white tape, I’m assuming our lovely staff made sure you were patched up?”
He glared. This should not have happened. He’d made a mistake. Let that arrogant dick War drive him too far. He’d gone off script. Dylan knew better than to do that. He never went off script. “I need to talk to Rose.”
Lynn Slater laughed. “You are hilarious.”
He knew his rights. “I am entitled to one phone call! I want to call Rose!”
“You don’t get to call the woman you’ve been stalking. That’s not how things work.”
“I am not stalking her! I told you, that evidence was planted. The photos were mine, but not the mask, not—” His eyes widened. “You know what? I bet he did it.”
“He?” Lynn wasn’t laughing any longer. Her hands were still on her hips.
“Warren—War—Channing! He wants me out of the way. He hates that I have a relationship with Rose.”
“A relationship. Is that what you have?”
“We have a working relationship.”
Lynn shook her head. “Not according to the station manager, you don’t. She told one of my uniforms that you were not to set foot on that property again. That you’d been fired. Turns out, you didn’t report those solicitation arrests to her.”
Rage surged inside of him. “Did you tell War about that?”
“Why would I tell War something that is public knowledge? He’s a PI. I’m sure he can dig up info like that easily enough.” Her gaze raked him. “I’m sure he can dig up all kinds of things about you.”
“You know I wasn’t the one to call Rose last night! I was here with you!”
“And you’re here with me again. Look at that.”
His fists banged onto the table in front of him. “I want Rose!”
Her gaze flickered to his fisted hands. “Yes, that is abundantly apparent. But you know what else is apparent?” She strode toward him. Lightly skimmed her finger over the tape on his swollen nose. “You’re not going to get what you want.”
Because of War. Dylan hated him. “He’s a killer. A liar. She has no clue what that man is really like.”
“You know…” Her hand fell away as she propped one hip against the table. “If you really believe all of this about War, I’m surprised you keep screwing with him.”
He—
Dylan frowned up at her.
“Because I’d think that if you push him too far, you’ll get a whole lot more than a broken nose. I mean, if War is this cold-blooded, merciless killer…what do you think he’ll do to you when you go after his lady again?”
A tendril of fear curled around Dylan’s spine.
What would War do? He…he didn’t think he wanted to find out.
Chapter Fifteen
“Rose?” War pushed up and stared at Rose as she kind of flopped on the pool table.
There’s no ‘kind of’ about it. She was flopping. Her heart still thundered far too loudly and quickly in her chest, and Rose was attempting to get her breath to go from frantic-pant level to normal.
“Are you okay?’ He slid out of her.
She continued to flop, but her lips curled down as he withdrew. She’d rather enjoyed having him inside of her. When he was driving them both into oblivion, she didn’t have to think about anything but pleasure.
She could already feel the real world trying to poke its way back into her brain.
“Did I hurt you?”
Her head moved in a slow, negative motion against the table. “Did I hurt you?” she returned.
He shook his head. She thought he might be lying. Rose was about ninety percent sure she’d left scratch marks down his back, but…maybe those hadn’t hurt. She knew it took a lot to hurt big, bad War.
A lot more than just me.
She swallowed and sat up. “I need a shower.” Stat. She eased off the pool table—I’ll never be able to look at it the same way again—and hurriedly shimmied back into her panties. She caught her shirt and pulled it back on. She needed her bra, her pants—