Page 20 of Firefly

Rebecca held out her hand. “Come here.” Her voice was low, something feral in it.

He moved; his body reacted before he could stop it, and he was hovering above her. Her eyes were wide, a moment of shock playing across her face before she recovered herself, but it was enough to jar him back to his senses.

He dropped onto the bed beside her, leaning on an elbow. His arousal strained against his pants.

Rebecca’s pulse thrummed at that delicate place where her throat met her collarbone, and it called to him.

He swallowed. “You must be tired.”

“Not in the slightest,” she said. Damn if her pheromones wouldn’t be the death of him.

“Rebecca, I don’t think…”

His words were cut off as she lunged for him, pressing her mouth to his and wrapping her fingers in his hair. He groaned as she slid closer, feeling how much he wanted her. She pressed her body more firmly against his as she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and bit.

“Ow,” he said around her teeth.

She released him, blinking. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”

Her breathless words came between soft kisses as she trailed them over his lip to his ear, where she sucked again.

Giving in, he wrapped both arms around her, pulled her onto his lap, and groaned again as she rocked her hips, sending fire racing through his veins. Her lips reached the collar of his shirt and stopped as she worked the buttons on his shirt free, one by one.

When his chest was exposed, she ran a hand over smooth skin, letting her nail make light trails over his stomach.

“Remember, I don’t heal,” he gasped as her hand dipped below the waistline of his pants and found what she’d been seeking.

Her grip loosened a fraction, but her mouth was trailing toward her hand, and she was pumping her fist up and down his shaft with such enthusiasm stars were swimming at the edge of his vision.

“Rebecca,” he breathed. She found the button of his pants, tearing it free with her teeth, and cool air brushed over the tip of him. Quickly, warmth replaced it as her mouth closed over its head and she sucked.

“Rebecca.” He wrapped his fingers in her hair, intending to pull her mouth free, to give her some of the pleasure she was giving him, but her tongue flicked over the sensitive skin beneath the head of his cock, and his body convulsed.

He fisted her hair tightly as release came.

When the waves of pleasure stopped, his fingers flexed, and he released her hair, sucking in air. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean..”

She sat up, wiping her mouth with the back of her sleeve. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” she whispered, sliding down beside him. She drew lazy circles on his stomach as he lay, trying to regain his faculties.

“Was I any good?”

“Good,”—he choked—“I forgot my damn name.”

Her fingers stilled. “Simon?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Simon rolled onto his side, facing her. “Rebecca, there’s never been anyone for me but you and there never will be.”

He kissed her, his fingers finding the hem of her sweater, and he tugged it over her head. Pressing his mouth to her bare skin, he ran his lips along her collarbone, sensing her essence pulsing beneath pale skin.

Pressing her back, he rose onto his elbows and stared down at her, taking her in. “You are perfect.” Her cheeks flushed. “Now it’s my turn to try something new,” he said, sliding down her body until he reached the waistband of her skirt.

Finding the buttons at her hip, he ran his fingers over creamy skin as he unbuttoned each one. She lifted for him, and he slid the fabric down, exploring her bare skin. He tossed the skirt onto the floor and returned to her, starting at her calf, kissing his way up the inside of her thigh.

She spread her legs wide, an open invitation—one he gladly accepted.

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