Page 30 of Surge of Fire

I turn to go, and he grabs me, pulling me against him. “No.”

Angry, I shove him. “Don’t touch me!”

Something in his face snaps. Breaks. And I know I’ve done something that can’t be undone.

He pulls me back against him, leans down, and crushes his mouth on mine. For a second, I want to shove him away. Slap him. But his warm lips awaken terrible things inside of me, and it hits me for the first time that Aydan is kissing me.

Kissing. Me.

His lips soften over mine, and I tilt my head, relaxing against him. The movement makes his kiss grow more intense. Hard. Demanding. My lips feel like they’re being punished in the best possible way, and my hands slide up and down his chest restlessly.

His hands on my hips pull me against him harder, and I feel the evidence of his arousal. Heat blossoms between my thighs, and I grind myself against him. His groan is my reward, and when I smile, his tongue dips inside my mouth.

I dig my hands into his shirt as my head spins. Our tongues tangle together, battling for control, and I feel like I have to hold on or risk falling.

He shifts us, and my back hits the side of the building. His arms move above my head, and his kissing becomes more and more eager. Tasting me. Teasing me. Until his lips break from my mouth and start to move down my neck.

I slide my hands from his chest into his hair. Using his hair, I guide him and his kisses turn into sucking down my neck.

“Fuck,” I groan.

He sucks harder, and I swear I’m dripping wet. I need more than his kiss. I need his touch

As if reading my mind, one of his hands drops, slipping beneath my shirt. It’s his turn to swear as hand closes around my breast. He cups my breast, then begins to rub my nipple through my bra. My breathing is labored when he pulls down my bra, and his thumb circles my nipple, then pinches it.

“Aydan,” I moan his name, rubbing myself against him. I don’t about anything else except that he keeps touching me.

I feel like I’m going crazy when I slip my hands between us and undo his jeans. He stiffens when I slip my hand inside and take hold of him. And, oh, fucking hell. He’s big.Thick. Glorious.I wrap my hand around him and start pumping.

“Shit, Sam!” He pants my name against my neck, and then moves his lips back to mine and continues his punishing kisses.

I slip him out of his boxers, and then we’re skin-to-skin. His kiss pauses against my lips, and then our eyes are locked as I pump him slowly. Once. Twice. A third time.

He doesn’t break eye contact as he undoes my pants and slips his hand right into my underwear. I spread my legs for him, giving him more access, and then his fingers are dancing in my folds. He’s gentle, exploratory, like I’m the first woman he’s ever touched. But it doesn’t last long. His fingers press in deeper, sliding around, awakening my nerves in a way that sends my muscles jumping.

I pump him harder and harder. When I feel his precum coating his big shaft, I run my fingers through it, then lift it to my mouth, and taste him.

His eyes are wild as I suck my fingers, and then I reach back down, pumping him harder and harder as he begins to pant my name like a prayer. He shifts closer against me, his lips near my ear as he presses a finger inside of me. I cry out his name as he uses his thumb to tease my clit and uses his finger to thrust in and out of me.

“I-I’m going to come,” I cry.

“Then come,” he growls in my ear, adding another finger inside of me.

I whimper. “I want– I want you inside me.”

“Fuck,” he groans, and then he starts to pull down my pants.

“It’s a problem.”

We both freeze at the sound of a man’s voice. From around the side of the building, Dr. Duncan and Dr. Williams appear. They’re walking at a brisk pace, but right past us. If they so much as turn, they’re going to see us, and it’s pretty damn clear what we’re doing. No doubt the head of the program won’t have any problem kicking us out of the institute for public fornication.

How the hell did this happen?

“So, what do you want to do?” Dr. Duncan asks, and he sounds concerned.

Aydan shifts his hand inside of me, and I have to bite down on a whimper of pleasure.

“Do?” Dr. Williams asks. “We do nothing. We continue researching, knowing that we’re probably coming closer to our answer.”

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