Page 78 of The Spark Between Us

“You,” she said, breathless. “Sorry, I can’t be more specific than that.”

Her teeth clamped down on my neck, biting the skin and using her tongue to soothe the pain.

“So hot. You’re exactly what I need,” I said through gritted teeth. “More. You’re so much more.”

“You make me this way,” she panted, her lips running the length of my neck before landing on mine. Our tongues dueled, each refusing to relent before taking everything and giving it back in equal measure.

It was dizzying, gorgeous, and feral.

I worked her yoga pants down her legs, pulling them over her feet and tossing them to the side. Underneath, she wore a tiny lace thong which would have been a hindrance if the sight of it hadn’t been so damn hot.

This wasn’t a courtship. I wasn’t asking her for a waltz around the ballroom. This was unapologetic sex without boundaries or limitations. I needed to let that be enough.

I needed to stop thinking.

I pushed the lace of her panties aside and stroked her opening. “You’re so wet for me. I can’t stand it.”

“For you,” she moaned as I plunged a finger inside her and curled it to hit the spot I knew she loved. “And if you do that, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

She reached down and cupped my cock in her hand while she ground her hips on my finger. “Jesus, I’m gonna need to keep condoms in every room of the house,” I groaned, amused that I hadn’t thought of that yet and grateful that I’d shoved one in the pocket of my sweats before I left the bedroom.

Sarah rolled the condom on, then wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked. I was a goner. So ready. So desperate to be buried deep inside her.

I knew she felt it too by the way she lifted her hips to meet me and then stilled, letting me fill her inch by snug inch until her wet heat enveloped me, and I heard her sigh.

Way too good, the feeling of her muscles clenching around me in tiny pulses. Then she started to move, circling her hips, slowly, luxuriously. And I lost my mind.

With all my pent-up feelings mixed with desire, I wouldn’t last long.

“I wanted you from the moment you told me you were worried about me in a fire,” I rasped, wanting her to understand she had me in ways that went beyond physical lust.

“I wanted you then too, but I want you even more now.”

Sarah started to moan my name, and I was right with her, cresting the wave and combusting like a ten-alarm fire that no one could extinguish.

I pushed all my thoughts about the future aside. There was too much good between us in the present to get all wrapped up in what ifs.

We were okay. I’d be okay.

---