Page 20 of Wild Fire

“So fucking bossy,” he murmurs, and I swear the sound of his voice takes on an almost cocky, sensual tone.

I growl in response without thinking and smack the underside of his calves.

“Now. I’m not going to tell you a third time.”

Nate lets out a sound that is somewhere between a moan and a sigh, and the words that fall out of his mouth render me frozen.

“Yes, Sir,” he says petulantly, but he lifts his leg with the brattiest sigh I’ve ever heard, and I swear, the sound goes right to my fucking cock like a bolt of lightning.

Fuck.

I have to tell myself he didn’t mean it like that. He’s drunk, and he doesn’t know about my kinks. He doesn’t know anything about me other than I am a firefighter and that’s only because of circumstances. But fuck… if those words in that tone coming out of his mouth aren’t hot as hell.

He holds his hips off the bed and unbuttons his jeans, helping me to take them off, and I have to stifle my own moan when I see the bulge in his tight boxer briefs.

Fucking hell.

I suck in a breath and count to four before I let it out on a six count, trying to center myself so that I don’t draw attention to his evident hardness.

But I can’t help myself because I’m weak.

I look, and when I do, I note he’s got his hand settled over his cock, and he’s staring at me.

Those big blue-green eyes stare up at me like I’m a knight in shining armor or something.

He leans up, barely an inch, but it’s enough that I can smell the alcohol and vomit mixed with his cologne.

“Sorry,” he whispers.

I let out a deep sigh, meeting his gaze.

“Nothing to be sorry about, Bright Eyes. Just… get some sleep, okay?”

He leans in a little closer, closing his eyes and then he takes a deep breath.

“You smell like smoke,” he whispers as he runs his nose up my neck, along my stubble and the edge of my hair at the nape of my neck.

Fuck!

The motion juxtaposed with his hot breath and soft moan make me harden instantly, and guilt floods me because I should not feel like this given everything that’s happened, but I’m acutely aware of the space between us, or lack thereof. Just as I’m also acutely aware that he’s rubbing his brief-clad cock inches away from me, and I’m hard as hell. I should tell him to stop. Get the hell away from him. Walk out of this room and close the door, and go sleep on the couch.

But my body is somehow frozen, and I can’t find the wherewithal to move my legs because all I can focus on is how close his mouth is to my skin, and the low, sexy moans coming from said mouth.

I take another breath and count to four, then exhale on the six count.

I gingerly grasp his wrist, his hand moving quickly and I am half tempted to let him finish, but that would be wrong.

Doesn’t mean I don’t want to watch him come, though. But I know better.

He whines.

He fucking whines as I pull his wrist away, and it takes everything I have to breathe when I see the avid wet spot forming against his satin briefs.

Which makes my cock wet with precum, too.

But this is not why I brought him to my bed.

I move to the other side of the bed and pull the covers down, fixing my steady gaze on him.