Fighting for Everything (Warrior Fight Club 1)

“Promise I’ll take care of you.” He shoved his jeans down around his thighs, freeing his cock against the satin of her panties.

Kristina moaned. “I know you will.”

“Fuck, need you. Need you so much.” He tugged her panties off, then took himself in hand. Standing between her spread thighs, he rubbed his head against her entrance, feeling her wetness, spreading it around. He wished he could go slower, savor, linger. She braced her feet against the edge of the bed and pushed, trying to impale herself on him. “Shit. Condom,” he said. Resisting the urge to plunge forward was almost painful.

“On birth control. Now, Noah.”

On a groan, he was inside her, sinking deep, finding home. Fucking hot and tight and perfect. And then he was all the way there, buried deep, as deep as he could go. Just like he’d been yearning for. Only the reality was worlds better than anything his imagination had been able to conjure. It was so good it sent him flying.

He came down over her as much as the position allowed, his hands curling around her shoulders.

She cried out, her hands clawing at his back. “Holy shit, you’re big.”

“You okay?” he asked, the comment making his balls heavy and sending an urgent demand to move down his spine.

“So much more than okay,” Kristina said in a breathy, awed voice.

“Then hold on,” he said, hips moving as he anchored himself to her. Slower at first, but quickly faster, deeper, harder. He could’ve roared out at the goodness of it. But it wasn’t enough.

Going upright again, he tore off his shirt, then braced his fists snug against her sides, holding her hips as he gave her everything he had. She grasped his wrists and held tight, arching her back on each sharp thrust, making his mouth water for her breasts. The room filled with the sounds of sex—the slap of skin on skin, rasping breaths, needful moans.

“So fucking pretty,” he rasped. And God, she was. So beautiful beneath him, open to him, accepting him into her heat.

“Noah,” she cried, her hands squeezing his wrists tighter.

Hips flying, grinding, surging against her, he swallowed hard, loving the sound of his name on her lips. “What, baby?”

“Need you.” Her head thrashed, blond hair sprawled out all around her. Like a fucking angel of mercy.

“What do you need?” He pulled a hand free from hers and circled his fingers between her legs. “This?”

Kristina almost came up off the bed. “Yes.”

Hips flying, he moved his fingers harder, flicking them over her sensitive nub until he found just the thing that made her cry out the loudest, that made her stomach muscles clench the hardest. “Yeah,” he said. Except watching her chase her pleasure squeezed at his balls. It had been too long. And he needed her too much. And she felt too goddamned good. “Fuck, Kristina. Not gonna be able to hold back.”

“Don’t,” she whispered. Heavy-lidded and heated, her blues eyes looked straight inside him. “Don’t hold back with me.”

Her words were what did it. Heat lanced through him and then his orgasm was kicking him in the back, driving him into her even harder. He gripped her hips, lifted them off the bed, and brought their bodies together once, twice, three times.

Noah came inside her on a deep-throated groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said as his release rocked through him. His body stilled as the squeezing pulses ended, and he held himself all the way inside her.

“God, that was so good,” Kristina said, a flush on her cheeks.

Pulse rushing behind his ears and under his skin, Noah stroked his fingers from her knees to her core, and from there up to her breasts. And back again.

“It was, but it was only the beginning, Kristina. From here on out, it’s gonna be all about you.”

Kristina swallowed hard. She was breathless, boneless, and overwhelmed by the reality of what was happening. She might’ve suggested it—pushed for it, even—but that didn’t make it any less mind-blowing.

She just had sex with Noah Cortez.

And it was freaking amazing. He was freaking amazing. The way he moved. The way he filled her. That incredible expression on his face when he came, like he was shattered and put back together again all at the same time.

“All about me?” she asked.

Nodding, Noah withdrew from her, and she missed his presence inside her immediately. “If I only get one night, I want to learn everything I can about you. What makes you moan. What makes you writhe. What makes you come the hardest.”

His words rushed heat over her body. It pooled between her legs, where arousal still had her wet and needy.