Page 38 of The Fire Captain's Unexpected Baby
“I’m going to make sure you know you’re mine,” I inform her casually. “And you arenotgoing to make a sound. Understood?”
“Noah—”
“Isn’t going to hear me fuck his mother in the shower,” I tell her authoritatively. “Because you’re going to be a good girl and be quiet.”
I kiss her roughly one more time, silencing any protest on her lips.
My fingers trail down to her hip, slowly inching toward the heat between her legs. When her knees give way, I use the moment to turn her around.
I clamp a hand over her mouth, keeping her from crying out. My other hand continues to work her swollen clit in slow circles. She bites down on my hand, but I don’t pull back.
“Bend over,” I command.
Her perfect ass, full and round, presses up against my hard length. I position myself against her entrance, groaning at how warm and wet she is, coupled with the water sluicing down our bodies.
“Remember,” I whisper. “Quiet.”
She nods and arches her back, grinding into me. I allow it, not giving in to what she wants until I’m ready.
Eventually, I can’t take the teasing any longer and push into her like she wants.
A cry chokes in her throat as I slide in, inch by inch. I take it slow this time, giving her time to stretch around me. By the time I’m deep inside her, I can feel her walls clench around me. She won’t last long, not like this.
I love knowing what I do to her. How she loses control.
I keep a hand over her mouth, the only guarantee I have that she will stay quiet while we’re in here. The door is locked, but the last thing I want is for Noah to interruptthis.
Not until I’m done with her.
With my free hand, I press down on her back to force her to arch deeper into me. And then, I thrust into her as hard and deep as I can. If she has trouble taking it, she stays quiet and doesn’t pull back.
“I’m going to take my hand off your mouth now,” I tell her. “I need both hands for what’s about to happen.”
Paige whimpers, but she doesn’t try to stop me. She looks at me over her shoulder, her teeth digging into her bottom lip until it turns white.
I grab her hips with one hand and put my other between her legs again. When I push into her this time, she does cry out quietly. Restraint keeps me from moaning loudly, even as the wave of pleasure begins in my balls and travels up my spine. I tense every muscle in my body, trying to hold back a climax until I get her there first.
Not that I have to wait long.
I pull her up so that her back is flush against my chest. I palm her breasts in one hand, pinching her erect nipples, while the other hand continues stroking between her legs. At the hard pinch, she lets go and clenches around me.
I can’t wait for her to finish riding the wave before I have to pull out of her. She just feels so damn good with nothing between us.
We both stand in the shower, panting, hearts racing as we try to enjoy the moment. Paige spins around in my arms and kisses me, every one of her curves pressed against me.
Soft and sensual, she’s the opposite of me in every way. I have never craved something so foreign in my life. Not until now.
“Let me help you get cleaned up,” she says quietly.
She grabs the soap and a loofah, gently lathers up the red and orange marker down my arms, and watches as it rinses down the drain.
Paige has a surprising capacity to be both passionate during sex and tender when it ends. As she does with everyone else in her life, she takes care of me. And I let her do it, just for a moment, because it feels damn good to be under her care.
The shower takes long enough that we run out of hot water and have to get out, cold and dripping. She tosses me a towel from the tiny closet, but I stand on the mat, soaked. I take the towel from her and rub her dry.
I spend extra time squeezing the water from the ends of her hair, that long ginger mane I’ve always admired.
“You’re getting everything wet,” she points out finally when I don’t make any motion to dry myself off. Only then do I quickly towel off, wrap it around my waist, and head to her bedroom.
