Page 51 of The Spark Between Us

Chapter Eighteen

Sarah

Karma was doing me a solid.Whatever nice things I’d done in a prior life, consider the debt paid in full.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, nuzzling my ear. “So beautiful,” Braden whispered, lifting me up and rearranging us on the couch so I was leaning back against and he was on the floor in front of me. He slid my shorts down my legs and tossed them aside.

I wriggled to the edge of the couch to make it easier for Braden and his expert hands. My eyes may have gone a little wide when he lifted one of my legs onto his shoulder and gazed at me, his eyelids heavy. The storm in his eyes had turned them a darker gray, and right now they blazed with intensity as they roamed over my naked body.

“Yeah, this is happening,” he promised, running one finger up the inside of my thigh until I moaned with pleasure. He bit down on his bottom lip and shook his head. “Just watching you enjoy this is going to ruin me.”

Unable to articulate more than a sigh, I relaxed into the couch and pushed my hands into Braden’s hair while the light dance of his fingers made me insane.

I watched his face as he licked his bottom lip, almost like he was anticipating how much fun he was about to have. The possessive look was so damn hot that an unexpected gasp fluttered from my lips. Searing heat burned through my core and the nerve endings along every inch of my skin sang like a church choir.

His finger circled my entrance, swirling in the wetness I knew was there for him, before sliding inside and circling there.

Then I felt his tongue. Hot and wet against me, that tongue made slow passes that were relentless in the most amazing of ways.

Braden was an expert. A gold medal winner.

He licked in light strokes, getting firmer and more intense as he teased the beginnings of an orgasm from my body.

Then his tongue circled my clit and sucked, separating my mind from my body and making me quiver with every single pass. It was almost too much to bear. Almost. But then I wanted more, arching my hips toward him and begging for him to send me farther. The strokes of his tongue came slowly, luxuriously, until I responded with moans and sighs that barely described my utter bliss.

He was watching me, waiting for my response to each touch, then giving me more. Even when my eyes rolled shut, I could feel the heat of his gaze. When I started to lose control, his quiet moan told me he loved what he was doing to me.

Inside, he added a second finger, curling them as he moved and hitting the perfect spot that had me arching against his mouth and hand.

“Come for me, Damsel,” he said, breathy and sexy. It was a command, a necessity. My body answered with its own plea.

The painful pleasure he built exploded in rolling waves that built until they crashed on the shore. I moaned his name and fisted his hair to ground me.

When he moved slowly up my body, kissing his way over the skin, I brushed my hands through his hair and pulled his face to mine.

Kissing him with the taste of me on his lips made me feel sexy in a way I’d never experienced. The smoking hot, sexy firefighter had just pushed me to a point that defied all comparison. And judging by his satisfied groans and the heat in his eyes, he enjoyed it as much as I did.

Lifting his head, Braden kissed my neck again before moving down to one breast and sucking hard.

Then he bit my nipple. The shock of the painful sensation shot a new wave of desire through my body. Soothing it with a swipe of his tongue, Braden smiled at me.

“I’m not nearly done with you,” he growled and dug his fingers into my skin like he couldn’t stop if he tried. That thought was like a drug—the idea that he was so turned on and wanted me as much as I wanted him. “I want you in my bed.”

Braden lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him so he could carry me up the stairs to his bedroom. The mystery chamber...I’d never been inside.

“You skipped this room on the tour, fireman. I was wondering if I’d ever get a peek,” I teased, covering for the fact that I suddenly felt nervous. It was crazy, I knew, but being in his bedroom seemed significant after two weeks of imagining the sex den that lay behind the doors.

He laughed. “I was afraid if I brought you in here, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

It was an ordinary bedroom with a large king-sized bed with a puffy gray duvet and pillows with pictures of Bella on them. I relaxed and pulled Braden’s mouth to mine for a searing kiss that I hoped would communicate how much I wanted him. “Put your hands on me, please,” I panted.

In answer, he laid me on the bed and hovered over my body, devouring my mouth until my lips ached and my chin burned from his scruff. Kissing him was so intense, so good, I almost didn’t need to do anything else.

Almost.

Reaching for his zipper, I quickly freed him of his jeans and boxers. My eyes felt greedy at the sight of him and I reached to stroke his hard length while I took in every muscled plane of his body and let my gaze rest on how beautiful he looked in my hand.

“What you do to me...” He watched me stroke him and shook his head, eyes ablaze and clouded with lust. “It’s fucking insane.”

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