Page 8 of The Firefighter’s Forever

“Jesus,” he says. “You’re beautiful.”

My breath catches. “You can touch me.”

His hands claim my waist, then move upward with maddening patience. When his thumbs brush beneath the curve of my breasts, my back arches, and he exhales hard through his nose. He unhooks my bra and slides it down my arms, then cups my tits in both hands, his thumbs stroking over my nipples until I gasp.

“You like that, huh?”

“I like everything you’re doing to me.”

“Good. That’s what I want to hear.”

He lowers his mouth to my breast, and pleasure shoots straight through me. I dig my fingers into his hair while he sucks one nipple, then the other, his beard scraping lightly against my skin. Everything about him feels too big, too hot, too much, but my body wants all of it.

He lays me back on the bed and strips off my jeans with careful hands that don’t match the tension in his face. When I’m in nothing but my underwear, his gaze drags over me with so much want that I press my thighs together. He notices immediately.

“Don’t hide from me.”

The command in his voice sends a rush of heat through me, and I relax, letting my thighs part. His fingers hook in my underwear and pull them down slowly, exposing me inch by inch until I’m on full display for him. Lucas looks at me for a long second, his jaw rigid, then lowers himself between my thighs.

The first touch of his mouth steals all of the air from my lungs. He licks me with slow, devastating strokes, his hands spreading my thighs wider. I cry out, and he groans against me, the sound sending another rush of heat through my body. His tongue circles my clit, then presses firmer, and my hips lift off the bed.

“Oh my god,” I moan. “Lucas.”

His big hands lock around my thighs, holding me open while he works me higher. I feel wet and aching and helpless under his mouth, my cream slick against his tongue as he eats me with a focus that makes the room disappear. When he slides two fingers inside me, thrusting them in and out of me while his mouth stays on my clit, I come so hard I don’t even recognize my own moans.

When he finally lifts his head, his mouth is wet, his eyes dark, and my entire body pulses at the sight of him. He stands and strips off the rest of his clothes, and I stare because I can’t help it. His cock is thick and hard, and I’m consumed by the thought of him being inside me.

He comes over me slowly, bracing one arm beside my head. “Tell me you want this.”

“I want it.”

“Tell me exactly what you want.”

I meet his eyes. “I want you inside me. I need you inside me.”

The head of his cock presses against me, swollen and slick with pre-cum. He pushes in slowly, inch after inch, and my fingers grip his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Harmony.”

I feel stretched, filled, completely taken by the slow, steady drive of him. He gives me time, kissing my mouth, my jaw, my throat, murmuring my name against my skin until the ache is almost unbearable. I wrap my legs around his hips, and his control finally snaps.

He grinds his hips against me and starts fucking me deep and hard, one hand gripping my thigh while the other braces against the mattress. Every thrust sends pleasure surging through me, and I cling to him, breathing his name against his mouth. He drops his forehead to mine, his jaw clenched, his body powerful over mine.

“Touch yourself,” he grits out. “I want to feel you come around me.”

The words push me closer. I slide my fingers between us and rub my clit, so swollen and wet. His pace turns faster, his breathing more ragged, and when my second orgasm hits, I cry out against his shoulder, my pussy tightening around his cock.

Lucas curses, thrusts once, twice, then goes tense above me as he comes. His mouth claims mine, and for a moment neither of us moves. The room is quiet except for our breathing, and his weight is warm and heavy in a way that makes me feel incredibly, inexplicably safe.

Morning comes in thin light and creeping panic.

For several seconds, I don’t move. Lucas is asleep behind me, one big arm over my stomach, his chest warm against my back. The guest room is too quiet, the sheets are tangled around our legs, and my body feels tender in ways that make every memory from last night rush back at once.

The kiss.

His hands.

His mouth.