Page 27 of Wild Fires

With her legs balancing her against me, my hands moved up to the hem of her shirt and she reluctantly pulled away long enough for me to remove it.

Before she could kiss me again I dipped my head lower and lightly nipped at her breasts through her bra.

She moaned in pleasure when I hit just the right spot.

I unclasped her bra and discarded it, taking a moment to revel at the sight.

“You're so beautiful.”

I didn't waste time on unnecessary foreplay as I sucked one pert nipple between my teeth, making her cry out in a mix of pleasure and pain.

“I'm going to make you come so hard,” I told her as I moved from one breast to the other.

“Yes.”

Her legs unwrapped from my waist as she slid down my body. I was surprised by how much I missed the closeness, but she wasted no time unclothing me.

Kissing, licking, tasting, nibbling, hands groping each other, it was like we both had a desperation to learn every inch of each other.

My heart pounded with excitement, and I couldn't even manage to get her to the couch before I had her up against a wall and pressing myself inside her.

Once fully seated, I stilled and just looked at her. Her eyes were as wild and crazy as I'd imagined they'd be. Her hair was mussed, and her lips swollen. I'd never seen a more beautiful sight. This overwhelming sensation of needing to claim her as mine came over me.

I pushed that insane thought from my mind and plundered her body with all the built-up tension and frustration I'd been carrying since she walked into Clarence’s office nearly thirty-six hours earlier.

Her mews and cute little noises spurred me on and her soft moans and increasing cries made me feel like a god. And as my body tensed on the precipice of release, one word came to mind—home.

And I knew right then that I was screwed because I was never going to get this woman out of my system. If anything, knowing what she feels like milking me and memorizing her sounds and look on her face as she came would only torment me further alone at night in my bed.

Gracie was everything I wasn't and everything I shouldn't want.

Things would never work out between us, but for this one moment, I was going to throw caution to the wind. This was about me and her, meeting our needs and nothing more. I couldn't even allow myself to consider an us, just me and her. And for right here and now, nothing else mattered.

As her quivering body began to still and her kisses stalled, I slowly released my hold on her where she was pinned between me and wall.

When her feet hit the floor, for one long awkward moment we just stared at each other in confusion and unspoken questions.

Was it as good for her as it had been for me?

Did she want to do it again? Because I sure as hell did.

What did this mean?

I didn't want to consider the answers to any of those questions myself let alone ask them aloud.

“Um, would you care for a drink?” she asked.

I burst out laughing, breaking some of the tension between us.

She relaxed and smiled. “You should laugh more often. It's nice.”

“I laugh.”

“Not much. You're always so serious.”

I was pretty sure my eyes darkened at her comment because she rolled her eyes and shoved me away, putting some space between us.

I didn't like it at all.

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