Page 28 of Wild Fires

Shaking my head, I pulled her back into my arms and kissed her again. It was as if kindling had still been simmering and a spark ignited once more the second we made contact.

I was surprised to find myself already half hard again.

This time we did make it to the couch and then finally to the bed.

It wasn't even dinnertime yet, but we'd skipped lunch and spent the entire day ravishing each other.

“I'm hungry,” I said.

“Again?” she asked in surprise. “I'm not even sure I'll be able to move tomorrow.”

I laughed. “I meant for actual food this time. Want me to order something in or raid your kitchen to make us something?”

“You'd cook for me?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Let me rephrase that. You know how to cook?”

I groaned. “Of course I can cook. I rarely eat out, at least not for breakfast or dinner.”

“Huh. Well, you won't find much here. I can't even successfully boil water. Plus, I'm usually at the station and someone else is always cooking.”

“I thought you guys took turns with that.”

“We do. It's called pizza or having your sister make us a lasagna. That's about as much as I can handle.”

“You can't live off of pizza and pasta.”

She pointed to herself, and I enjoyed the way her skin pinked as I studied her. It felt like I had every inch of her body memorized after our festivities of the day.

I'd never experienced anything like it before. Sure, I'd had plenty of sexual experiences. Always discreet and best described as polite interactions. Nothing even remotely close to this.

Gracie made me feel wild and free in a safe space to do so. I'd never been so bold or reckless with a woman before.

I frowned as I noticed her hips and the slight bruises from my fingers where I'd held her against the wall the first time we'd gone at it like animals in heat.

I wanted to laugh at my analogy, but it seemed accurate.

“What?” she demanded.

My smile turned to a frown. “I bruised you. I'm sorry.”

“Pretty sure you don't need to apologize for that.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“Um, well, hurt definitely is not a word that comes to mind.”

We both laughed and my stomach rumbled in protest.

“Food, woman. I need food if I'm to survive the night. I do need to keep my strength up.”

Her jaw dropped in surprise. “Again?”

“You make me sound like an animal.”

She threw her head back and laughed. “I'm pretty sure you're the definition of an animal if today is any indication.”

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