Page 74 of Fury

Eryn’s cheeks burned as she pushed his underwear low, his erection springing free and bobbing and holy shit he was thick and so, so ready. She wrapped both hands around him and stroked.

Not one for words anyway, he groaned and tipped his forehead against hers. Warm hands traced down her shoulders before wrapping around her waist.

He shifted his hands lower and grasped her rear.

Fluidly, he scooped her up.

She lifted his chin to catch his eye.

She captured him in a heady, delicious kiss that fuzzed her mind.

A few short steps, kissing as they moved, and he lowered her to the bed.

Lips barely parting, he lowered his body over hers.

Hypothermia didn’t stand a chance against Vann’s warmth. Her core temperature rose as he surrounded her, embracing her with his entire body.

Eryn locked her legs around his hips and tugged him close for complete contact.

Still kissing her, Vann smiled and pressed the long ridge of his cock against her.

Halfway to ecstasy and riding on bliss, Eryn grasped his sides and ground against him.

He stilled.

Temple pressed to hers, he breathed slowly, listening.

“What’s wrong?” Eryn whispered.

“I don’t hear a phone ringing,” he whispered back, and nipped a sweet kiss.

Nose-to-nose, Eryn laughed and nibbled her bottom lip. “Don’t jinx it.”

Grinning so broadly his eyes crinkled, he kissed her again, then shifted off her long enough to grab a condom out of his top drawer.

Eryn plucked the package from his hands, opened the shiny casing like a candy bar, and pulled out the slippery ring of latex. She reached between them.

An open book now, nothing held back from his expression, he traced his gaze over her lips. Swept down her body and watched as she sheathed him.

Eryn slowed her movement, smiling as she watched his reaction.

Vann’s eyelashes fluttered; he groaned and stilled.

Eryn rolled the last of the condom down him, and pulled him close.

He drank her in with a look, then with his mouth, and kissed her long and slow.

Mouth pressed to hers, sweetly mating and ravenous, he dipped in just the tip, and stilled. Breathless and shocked as he pressed his temple to hers. “Sorry,” he murmured.

“Sorry? What are you sorry for? Don’t stop. No phones ringing.” Eryn shifted against him and wiggled to entice him in. Already aching, pleasure licked around the light contact.

He laughed and shifted out, and thrust in another inch. “Foreplay,” he said with a deliciously self-effacing laugh.

“What about it?” Eryn grasped tight at his hips.

“I, uh, got excited and skipped that part. I swear, I usually—”

Eryn nuzzled close and nipped at his ear. “I’m so, so, so so so ready. Hurry up before one of our phones ring. We’ll do foreplay after.”