Fighting for Everything (Warrior Fight Club 1)

“Stop, stop, I’m gonna die,” she rasped. Absolutely sure of it. But not at all unhappy that this was the way she’d go. Receiving pleasure from the man she—from Noah.

He released her, and even that made her whimper and writhe. “I’m gonna hear you do that again and again before this night is over,” he said, his voice full of gravel.

She wasn’t sure she’d survive it. Body or heart.

Chapter Twelve

Kristina clamped down hard on the concern about her heart. She was having fun. So much fun. And she was fine. They were fine.

Noah pressed kisses against her inner thighs that made her laugh, then he slowly eased her legs off his shoulders and slid back up her body, dropping more kisses here and there as he moved. It was so damn sweet and affectionate that it shot warmth through her chest. Kristina pushed that reaction aside, which was easier to do when she felt the hard length of his cock drag against her thigh and settle between her legs.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around him. “Mmm, look what I found.”

“What’s that, baby?” he said, nuzzling her breasts, her neck, her lips.

Gah! Baby! There was that term of endearment again. Did he even realize he said it?

He kissed her, chasing the question away, and the taste of herself on his lips was so damn sexy. Really, what could be sexier than a big strong man willing to get down on his knees to give a woman pleasure?

“Your cock,” she whispered, the word sending shivers over her skin. She stroked him, root to tip, root to tip, enjoying the little catches in his breath and flinches of his stomach muscles. “All hard again.”

“Your fault,” he said, his expression playful and full of challenge.

“Aw,” she said. “Well maybe I should help you out with this little problem.”

His brows slashed down. “Little?”

Kristina laughed. “I already complimented you on your size.”

He smirked. “That shit doesn’t get old.”

“Good to know.” She smiled, a new desire blooming deep inside her. “Well, given how big it is, I have to wonder whether I could take all of it in my mouth.”

Noah’s eyes flashed red hot. “Fuck, hearing you say things like that…” He shook his head.

“You might like seeing me do it even more.” She waggled her eyebrows as his gaze narrowed. “Lay down,” she said, patting the bed next to her.

He devoured her in a deep, slow, needful kiss, then slid off of her and rolled onto his back.

Kristina shifted to her knees and paused for a moment, just looking at Noah Cortez lying totally naked and mouth-wateringly aroused on her bed. He was all warm, olive skin with cut muscles and dark hair. Beautiful. Sexy. So damn masculine. Every inch of him.

Never had she thought she’d see this. And she refused to let herself waste one moment of their time together worrying about it coming to an end. She felt a little like Cinderella at the ball—she knew the clock would strike midnight and her beautiful glass carriage would turn back into a pumpkin—which meant she had to cherish every second of her prince while she had him.

Noah scooted up on the bed, and Kristina crawled to kneel between his thighs. Scars marked his skin here and there, and she didn’t want to imagine all the things that had caused them, all the things that had hurt him. Because tonight was about pleasure—not hurt, not worry, not tomorrow.

Gently, Kristina grasped the hard muscle of Noah’s thighs. She ran her hands down to his calves, staying away from his feet because she knew he was deathly ticklish there, and then she stroked upward, passing by his twitching cock to smooth her palms over his abs, his chest, his throat. The change in her position had her stretching over his groin and her nipples dragging over his length. Noah groaned and his hands cupped her breasts. She peered down, loving the look of his big hands massaging her. She leaned down further, causing his cock to nestle into her cleavage. She used her hands to press his together, inviting him to squeeze her flesh around his length.

“Fuck, Kristina,” he rasped. His hips jerked in shallow pumps, and the feeling and sight of his cock sliding between her breasts had her instantly wet again.

She bowed her head as far as she could and stuck out her tongue, swiping it against his head on each upward pump.

Noah groaned at the contact, which made Kristina need him in her mouth right then. She pulled herself free from his grasp and slid back, dragging her tongue down his whole length as she moved. Kneeling, she fisted her hand around his thickness and bathed him with her tongue, getting him good and wet, loving the feel of him getting even harder in her grip.

“Looks so good,” he rasped.

She cut her eyes to him and swirled her tongue around his head. His face was a mask of pleasure and anticipation, and Kristina didn’t want to make either of them wait another second. Her eyes on his face, she opened her mouth and sucked him in deep.

“Jesus Christ,” Noah bit out, his head jerking back. A hot thrill shot through Kristina’s belly, driving her to take him deeper, and deeper still. He folded an arm behind his head, making it so he could watch her, and that drove her on, too. She settled into a rhythm that alternated slow and deep sucks that buried him as far into the back of her throat as she could take him with faster bobs of her head that she matched with the stroking of her hand.