Page 74 of Burning Skies
“I have some stuff to do at the ranch, but I don’t have to be at the firehouse until next week. Why?”
“Just wondering if you need to get some rest.”
He drags a finger over my collarbone. “I don’t have any plans to sleep tonight.”
I wrap my arms around his neck. “I don’t either.” Shifting, I shove off my boots and straddle his lap. He reaches up and unbuttons my lacy shirt.
When he reaches my sheer white bra, he groans. “You always wear the prettiest things.” His thumbs gently rub my hard nipples, and I sink deeper on his lap.
“I wore this for you.”
Looking up at me, he leans closer and sucks me through the fabric. “Do your panties match?”
“You’re going to have to look and see.”
He smacks my ass. “Tease.” I laugh and wiggle on him until he groans again. Then I lift up on my knees and tug up my skirt so he can see my matching bottoms. He runs a finger between my legs. “You’re wet.”
“A condition that arises whenever I’m around you.” I settle back down on his lap.
“Speaking of arising…” He shifts his hips to press his huge erection against me, and I laugh.
“Poor baby. Do you need relief?”
“You have no idea.”
“Want to come to my room?”
“I’d love to.”
I slide off his lap and hold out my hand, which he takes. When he sees my room, he glares at the candles. “You know those are a fire hazard, right?”
“Yes, grumpy. Which is why I only light them if I’m going to be nearby, and since I figured we’d be in here soon, I thought it would be okay.” I tug him deeper into my room. “I promise to blow them out after I blow you.”
Shaking his head, he laughs as he sits on my bed and yanks me down next to him. “Come here.” He flips us over so I’m on my back, and he leans over me. “My number one rule is the princess always comes first.”
“I generally don’t like rules, but I think I can get behind this one.”
“Good, because I plan to make you come often.” He rubs his nose against mine. When his lips meet mine, I sigh at how right this feels. We kiss, slow and soft and sweet as his hands move over me, cupping my breasts and squeezing my nipples. I’m a squirmy mess by the time he kisses down my neck and unsnaps my bra.
Sitting up, he stares down at me.
“What?” I raise my arm over my head to stretch.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He runs a finger down my chest. “With your hair going every which way, you look like a sea nymph right now. Who were those women who sang on rocks?”
I smile. “Sirens. They’d draw in the sailors who couldn’t resist their songs, and their ships would crash upon the rocks.”
“You’re gorgeous and smart. I love that about you.”
“Fair warning, though. I can’t sing. Not a note. So we can’t live out that fantasy. Not that I wish you a brain bashing on the rocks.”
“Thank you. Appreciate that.”
Laughing, I reach up and run my hand over his muscular shoulder. “Why are you wearing so many clothes?”
He takes the hint and unbuttons his dress shirt, then strips off his white undershirt. I watch as he kicks off his boots, unbuttons his belt, and flicks open his jeans.
Holy hot firefighter.
