Page 23 of Burned By Fire

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The drive back to the hotel feels drawn out. I’m sporting a huge bulge in my pants, and the anticipation is killing me. It’s been too long since I’ve been inside her, and I could explode just thinking about it.

Ember pulls the car into the lot, and I practically jump from the vehicle, slamming the door shut. We meet in front of the hood, and the lustful look in her eyes makes my mouth water. Our hands entangle as our lips crash into each other. The kisses we share are wet and messy. I’ve missed being intimate with her.

She straightens down her dress and runs her hands through her hair. “We should go inside.”

“Remember to lock your car,” I say.

She looks back at it like she’s forgotten all about it before doing as I suggest. We hold hands as we walk through the lobby. By the time we reach our room, we’re almost running. The second the door shuts, we’re back on each other’s lips and I’m tugging at her clothes.

“I’ve wanted to do this since you put this suit on.” Ember’s voice comes out raspy, sending a rush of blood to my crotch.

“Only since I put on this suit? I’ve wanted you since that day in the elevator.” I move my hand over the soft skin of her neck and down to touch her dress.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was hoping you’d give me a clear sign.” I move behind her, kissing her nape as I undo her zip.

“I didn’t want to rush you or push you away.” She moans, clearly distracted by my affections. I lick and bite her earlobe, loving what it’s doing to her.

“The day in the park after we had sex, you were distant. I wasn’t sure you wanted me.” I pull her dress down, leaving her in her red lacy underwear.

“I was giving you space. I didn’t want to come on too strong.” She turns to face me. Even though I’ve already seen her in her bra and panties today, she still looks vulnerable as I struggle to take my eyes off her.

“If you don’t tell me how you feel, I don’t know.” I kiss her chest.

“Can I ask you a question? You can say no, but I have to ask.” She bites her lip.

“What is it?” I run my fingers over her arms. She smells so good, and I’d like to move this across to the bed.

“Will you let me undress you?” she asks, and I freeze with my hands on her shoulders.

“My arm and part of my chest are scarred. It’s not sexy.”

“Let me be the judge of that.” She poises her fingers over the top button of my shirt, waiting for me to answer. I can’t believe I’m considering this, but it’s Ember, and I’m safe with her. I can’t go through life without anyone seeing me naked again.

With a sharp nod of my head, I give her my approval.

Her touch is light as she slowly unbuttons my shirt. She sucks in a breath as she reaches the last one, and I watch her carefully for any sign of disgust. Her hands tremble while she pushes my jacket off, throwing it onto the bed. My shirt follows next, and it falls to the floor. I close my eyes as she looks at my body.

“You’re stunning. I’ve always thought you were handsome, and your scars change nothing,” she says.

It takes a few seconds for her words to sink in. She’s not stepping away or telling me to cover up. She moves down to my belt and unfastens it. My gaze fixates on her as she slides my pants down my legs. The bulge in my underwear is now evident for her to see. Lifting her, I kick my shoes off, along with my pants. I kiss her, moving her over to the bed.

She lies down, and I cover her with my body, allowing my erection to press into her heat. There are just two scraps of material separating me from getting what I want. The straps of her bra slip off her shoulders, and I run my fingers over them, encouraging them to fall. “Take it off,” I say.

“Yes, sir,” she says playfully, but it’s a complete turn-on to think she wants to please me.

She reaches behind her back and snaps the bra clasp. I push it off her skin and immediately bring my lips to her nipple. I suck the left one into my mouth, followed by the right. My thumb glides over the soft skin of her breast. “You’re so beautiful I could stare at you all day.”

“I’m guessing you’re a boob man, then?” She caresses my chest.

“Hell yes. I’m a boob man. I can’t get enough of yours, but your ass is pretty fine too.” I lick across her nipple, hungry to touch her more.

“I didn’t realize you felt that way about me,” she says.

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