Cynthia Eden - Into The Night

“Bowen!” His name broke from her lips. He looked up and saw her bow off the bed. Her climax ripped through her and she clawed at the sheets.

That’s the first one, Mace. The first...

He watched her as the pleasure poured through her body and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with her taste on his lips, not with her body shaking from the release he’d given her.

Fuck, no, I won’t last. He shoved from the bed. Grabbed for the condom he kept in his wallet. Then he went back to her. “I can’t be easy.”

She reached for him. “Good.”

He positioned his body between her legs. His cock pushed at the entrance to her body. Staring into her eyes, he thrust deep, and Bowen was lost. She was so fucking hot and wet and tight, and she drove him out of his mind. He grabbed her hips, his hold too rough and hard, but he couldn’t slow down. All he could do was drive into her, again and again, sinking balls deep. Her legs were wrapped around him. She shoved back up against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her nipples were tight and pink, her lips were swollen and red from his kiss, and she was so sexy that he wanted to fucking own her.

Forever.

“Bowen!” She was coming again. He could feel her release all around the length of his cock, and those silken contractions pushed him straight over the edge. Bowen erupted, sinking deep into her one last time as his own orgasm hit—it slammed into him with the force of a tornado and he knew...there was no going back.

* * *

SHE WAS TRYING to slip out of his bed.

Bowen cracked open one eye. Macey was oh, so carefully lifting his right arm, the arm that had been curled around her midsection. The room was cast in darkness, and he knew hours had passed. They’d crashed hard together, falling into an exhausted slumber, but now, apparently, Macey thought it was time to leave.

Wrong.

“Not dawn yet,” he muttered.

Macey immediately stilled. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, you just meant to slip away in the dark.”

She didn’t deny his claim.

Guilty, huh, Mace? But I caught you.

Her fingers slid over his forearm. That forearm had moved back against her midsection and was pinning her to the bed.

“I should go,” she said.

“You should stay.” He turned to fully face her. His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness. “Because we aren’t done.”

“We...aren’t?”

“Dawn isn’t here yet.” And he wasn’t even close to being finished with her.

“No.” Her voice was soft. “Not yet.”

There was another condom waiting on the nightstand. He’d made sure to get that thing out of his wallet because he had plans for Macey. When a guy was given a perfect fucking gift, he held tight to that gift.

He shifted his position so that he could be even closer to her, and Bowen lifted her hand toward his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to the scar that began near her right wrist.

He heard her swift inhalation.

“Is it wrong,” Macey asked him, “that I’m glad he’s dead?”

“No.” If she thought that he would judge her, then she didn’t know him. With his past, no, there was no way he could ever think anything about her was wrong.

“I thought about killing him. More times than I can count.”

He pressed another kiss to her scar and tried not to imagine Macey tied down on the freak’s operating room table.

“And I had nightmares about him coming back to kill me.”

Another kiss. Softer. “He won’t hurt anyone again.”

“No...”

And I wasn’t going to let him get to you. Even if that bastard wasn’t dead, I would never let him put his hands on you again, Macey.

“Tomorrow, we forget this,” she said.

Not damn likely.

“We go back to the way things were.”

Maybe he should be clear on this. “There are some things you can’t go back from.” Because he would never forget the way Macey looked when she came for him.

Before she could speak, he’d wrapped his hands around her waist and he’d lifted her so that she straddled him. Macey’s hands flew down and pressed to his abdomen. Her thighs were so soft and her sweet sex...

He stroked her, sliding one finger, then another, into her.

Perfect. No, I won’t forget this. Because I’m not an idiot.

He wouldn’t forget, and he’d work like mad to get her this way again.

She began to ride his hand, arching up and then sliding down. She tightened her delicate inner muscles around him.

“Put the condom on me, Mace,” he urged her, his voice little more than a growl.

She leaned over the bed and he licked her breast. She gave a little gasp—he loved that sexy sound—and then she was grabbing the condom and slipping back to him. Her fingers closed around his cock.

Sweet torture. His eyes squeezed shut. She wasn’t just putting that condom on him—she was stroking him, pumping him in her fist, moving her hand from base to tip again and again.

In other words, Macey was driving him out of his fucking mind.

“Do I get to use my mouth, too?”

Now his eyes flew open. “Hell, yes.”

She gave a laugh and the sound was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard. Macey was so sensual, so hot...and her mouth...

Her lips closed around the tip of his cock.

Fuck, fuck, fuck! His hands fisted and immediately slammed into the wooden headboard.

Macey stilled. Her mouth left him. “Bowen?”

“Don’t stop, Mace.” Now his voice was inhuman. Too rough. Too fucking wild. Oh, well...

She didn’t stop. She put her mouth back on him. She started licking him and sucking him and he was sure he’d explode. Right then and there.

Bowen tumbled her back onto the bed. He took the condom from her, put it on and was inside her in the next breath. His hands curled around hers and he pushed her wrists back against the bed. He remained there a moment, balls deep in her, his eyes on her, savoring the feel of Macey.

“Are you trying to drive me crazy?” Macey whispered.

Maybe. She’d driven him to the brink more than a few times.

He withdrew, plunged deep—and they fucking wrecked that bed as control was lost for both of them. Harder, deeper, stronger, he took her.

She arched her back and cried out as she climaxed.

Harder, deeper—

The bed slid across the floor.

He came, surging deep into her and holding her as if...as if he’d never let her go.

* * *

WHEN DAWN CAME, she eased from the bed—and out of Bowen’s arms. She dressed quickly and then tiptoed to the door. Macey glanced back at him, helpless not to do so. He’d given her just what she’d needed that night.

Pleasure.

Oblivion.

Bowen was still in the bed. He was lying on his stomach, with his hand stretched out across the bed. That hand had been around her.

The covers were near his waist and she could easily see his broad back. And the scars there. Bullet wounds. She recognized them for exactly what they were. Bowen hadn’t lived an easy life. He wasn’t an easy man.

He’d been exactly the man she wanted.

She opened the door and crept outside. Moments later, she was back in her room. She stopped trying to be quiet as she headed straight for the bathroom. She could feel Bowen on her skin. His touch, his mouth.

He’d kept his word. His mouth had explored her, everywhere.

She wrenched on the shower faucet and the water thundered down. As the steam began to fill the bathroom, Macey turned toward the mirror and looked at herself.

What have I done?

* * *

HIS EYES OPENED the minute the door closed.

Dawn had come, and Macey had slipped away. She’d asked him for a night. Nothing more. Just the hours in the dark.

He rolled over. The bed smelled like her. Some sweet lavender scent.