Hero By Night (Independence Falls 3)

“You’re killing me,” he growled. “Move around where I can see you.”

With one hand on him, she traced the hard, muscular planes of his body. One glimpse at the raw need in his brown eyes and she knew that whatever happened tomorrow, she wanted tonight.

Sinking to her knees, Lena wrapped her hand around his cock. Her tongue licked the tip once and she drew back.

“Lena, I’m one minute away from begging you to release me. I’m dying to run my fingers through your hair and push between your sweet lips.”

“I’m not letting you go just yet,” she murmured, running her hand up from the base to the tip. “Let’s see how long these handcuffs last.”

CHAD TILTED HIS head back, studying the motel room ceiling. One look at the gorgeous, naked woman on her knees in front of him and he’d lose it.

“Lena.” His voice was low and rough. “I’m pretty damn close to begging.”

Finally, she wrapped her lips around him, taking him deep. He let her set the pace, her hand stroking him, rising up to meet her lips, as he stared down at her.

Beautiful, sexy, strong—­even if she didn’t feel it now—­this woman made him question his wants, his needs, his plans for the future . . . everything. She made him want to be better, to transform their fake relationship into something tangible. Because from where he was standing, they’d already crossed that line. Hadn’t they?

She released his cock, placing her hands on his thighs as she stood, her palms running up over his hips, his abs, stopping at his chest.

“I’m tempted to climb up,” she said, rising to her tiptoes, her lips nearly touching his ear. “Wrap my legs tight around you, and ride you long and hard.”

Hell, the way she turned the tables . . .

“I freaking love it when you whisper naughty things in my ear,” he said. “Now go lie down on the bed. It’s my turn to touch you, taste you, and make you scream.”

She raised an eyebrow, but she followed orders. Lying on the bed, she spread her legs and arched her back. The view ratcheted the tension pulsing through him to an eleven on a scale of one to ten.

“Lena.” He pulled at the plastic restraints. “Another night I swear I’ll lick you, burying my tongue inside you until you call my name. Tonight I need you, beautiful. No more teasing. No more foreplay.”

The plastic “chain” holding his wrists together snapped. With his hands free, he retrieved his wallet from his pants pocket and pulled out the condom he’d stashed there earlier. He tore open the wrapper, quickly covering himself before approaching the bed.

“I’m not going to lie, Lena. I want you hard and fast. I want you on your knees, your ass in the air, my hands on your hips, holding you tight as I bury my cock inside you.”

“I’ve never liked lies,” she murmured, rolling onto her stomach. She rose off the mattress on her hands and knees. “Like this?”

“Yes,” he growled. “Yes.”

He moved to the edge of the bed, teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, one hand running over her low back, exploring her curves.

“Just like that.” He thrust inside her and she cried out, pressing back against him. His palms moved over her backside, one settling at her waist, and the other moving higher toward the long locks he’d fantasized about pulling from that first night in the studio over the barn.

“Chad.” His name was like a plea, a cry for more. “Chad, please.”

Quickening the pace, he thrust into her again and again, the physical pleasure rising with each movement.

“I want you to come with me,” he said.

“Yes,” she murmured.

His hand wrapped around the long strands of hair cascading down her back and pulled. Her head drawn back, her blue eyes stared into his, the wild, wanton look matching the need pulsing through him to claim her. But in that instant, his cock buried deep inside her, his hold on her a potent mixture of command and possession, Chad realized his mistake.

He should have tossed the cheap handcuffs in the trash, come in here and made love to her. In this moment, she was his, but it was fleeting. Tomorrow, he vowed as his climax pushed aside the doubts. Tomorrow he’d make love to her. No toys or games. He felt her tighten around him, heard her scream his name, and then he was lost.

Still panting, they shifted their bodies, maneuvering under the sheets side by side. He rolled away from her only for a moment to discard the condom.

“Are you hungry?” he asked. “We still have that Chinese food.”

“No,” she murmured. “Save it for breakfast.”