Read Online One Night with a Hero by Laura Kaye - Free Book Online Page B

down harder on his head. And even though he knew down deep he didn’t need that information if this wasn’t going to happen again—and it shouldn’t, it really fucking shouldn’t if he knew what was right by her and smart by him—he couldn’t stop himself from memorizing every inch of her so he could please her again and again.
    “Oh, God,” she rasped. “I need you.”
    “Come on my tongue, sweetness, and you can have me any way you want.”
    She moaned as he concentrated fast, flat, hard licks against her clit. He looked up her body and found her beautiful face. Eyes closed, mouth open, expression frozen between pleasure and pain. Her breath caught, hips jerked, thighs went rigid.
    Her eyes flew open as her head wrenched back, a long, low moan rolling out of her as she came. He lapped up her pleasure and drank it down, masculine pride surging through him and tightening his balls. Brady was on his feet and kicking off his jeans as fast as his painful erection would let him.
    And whaddya know, the counter was the perfect height. God bless America.
    He grasped himself and dragged the head of his cock through her folds, then froze. “Oh shit. Condom.”
    “Oh. Um. I don’t have any. I haven’t needed—” A blush spread over the flush still pinking her cheeks from the orgasm.
    He shouldn’t have been so happy to hear her recent sex life hadn’t required a stash of Trojans. Especially since it meant they were high and dry at the moment. Unless he got dressed and limped next door. Urgent arousal kicked him in the lower back and had him curling his hips into hers.
    “I’m on the pill though, so I’m safe. And, well, I’m clean. I’ve only had two partners, and both were long-term relationships.”
    Brady leaned in and kissed her. This shit was never easy to talk about, and he respected that she didn’t hem and haw about it. He leaned his forehead against hers, which nestled his cock against her wet heat. An odd feeling of need that had nothing to do with his libido had him whispering against the soft skin of her face. “Shit, Joss. I’ve never done this without a condom.” He cleared his throat. “And I just had a physical and got a clean bill of health when I returned stateside in June.”
    “We don’t have to, it’s okay.”
    Dammit. It wasn’t even a question of trusting her. It was him he didn’t trust. It was him he could never trust. He was his father’s son, after all—the anger problems that had earned him a one-way trip off the front lines proved that—and there was no way he was ever burdening a child with that kind of legacy the way Alyssa had been. So he’d never before given going bareback a second thought.
    She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and gasped. Cupping his cheek, she stroked her tongue over his lips. “I taste good on you,” she whispered.
    Holy mother of— He rocked his hips, once, twice, sliding his rigid length against the velvet heat of her pussy. Glancing down, he watched himself and couldn’t deny that what he really wanted to see was his cock disappearing into her, filling her, claiming her as his.
    His? Where the hell was this possessive streak coming from? He never got all “you are mine” over his lays because he never, ever felt that way—his job didn’t allow him the time and his nature didn’t allow him the inclination. But, Jesus, it was there and then some with her.
    Desire drowned out the confusion roiling in his gut. “I want to, Joss.” He met her gaze, open and affectionate.
    “I want you to, too. And I trust you.”
    He frowned, even as he took himself in hand. “You shouldn’t,” he whispered.
    She pushed his fingers out of the way and guided the head of his cock inside her slit. “Saying stuff like that just proves I can.” She leaned back against the wall and opened her legs to him, allowing his hips to come in hard and tight.
    Cupping one of her knees under each of his arms, Brady groaned as he bottomed out, balls caressing the