Page 43 of Fire in My Heart

He braced his arms on either side of my head, then lowered his mouth to my nipples. Sounds of need erupted from my throat. I finally gave into the desire to palm his ass and pull him deeper inside me.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. This was intense. I’d never had sex with a man for the first time that felt anything close to this. We didn’t even know each other that well. But our interactionsover the last year must have been some kind of foreplay, because I was more than ready for him.

I was so wet, he easily slid in and out, driving me impossibly higher. I wasn’t sure I could orgasm from sex. It usually had to be a certain position, and I needed to be touching myself.

Teddy adjusted his position, pulling one leg higher to get a better angle, and it was hitting something deep inside me, igniting a fire.

“Teddy,” I cried, almost scared of what he was doing to me.

“I got you, baby. Just let go.” He wanted me to give up control, to trust him to take care of me. And the second I did, he increased the pace of his thrusts, sending me over. Spasms of pure bliss racked my body as he continued his thrusts.

I couldn’t catch a breath. My heart was beating hard, my pussy clamping around him. I whimpered from the intense aftershocks pouring through my body.

Teddy thrust deep, resting his head against the crook of my shoulder as he released into the condom. I wished we could go bare. I wanted to feel all of him inside of me. But that was crazy. This wasn’t a relationship.

With a tender kiss on my shoulder, he pulled out and went to the bathroom to take care of the condom. I heard the water run but couldn’t move. Would he say that he regretted everything? Would he walk out?

When he returned, he surprised me with a warm wash cloth. He cleaned me, then tossed it into the open hamper along the wall, gathering me to him. I felt like I wouldn’t be able to move for a long time. And his body was like a furnace next to me.

I played with the hairs on his chest. How had we gotten here? I’d been taking a bath and not expecting any visitors when he’d shown up. “Why did you come over?”

“I needed to see if you wanted to kiss me, if you were attracted to me. I didn’t mean for this to happen. It just did.” Hishand wandered over my body, over a shoulder, then the dip in my waist, my hip.

I felt cherished when he did that, but I had to know if he had any regrets. “I’m glad it did.”

My stomach rumbled.

“Can I make you dinner?”

“You don’t have to. I can get something—” I made a move to get out of the bed, but his arm banded more tightly around me.

“I want to.” He maneuvered me so that I was flat on my back and he was propped up on one elbow.

I blinked up at him. “Yeah, okay.”

He kissed me softly, then moved to get out of the bed, untangling himself from the gaggle of sheets and blankets.

I admired his bare ass as he bent to grab his briefs. Then he sauntered out of the room.

I felt deliciously sore between my legs, but I wanted to have him again. I was insatiable, and it was all his fault. I had a fleeting thought that I could get him out of my system, but even I knew that wasn’t realistic.

Teddy Calloway was an addiction. A dangerous one. I wasn’t positive I’d be able to kick the habit if we had sex again.

I stretched, feeling powerful at the effect I had on him, when he prided himself on self-control. That I’d made him lose all sense of it had to mean something. As much as I didn’t want to read more into it, it was impossible not to.

I wanted to see an almost naked man cook in my kitchen. It wasn’t to be missed, so I pulled on his flannel shirt. I buttoned just a few of the top buttons. It smelled like him, a combination of man and evergreen. I padded to the kitchen where he was whisking eggs.

Teddy looked up, and my body flushed all over. “How do you feel about an omelet?”

I should have sat on a stool, but he gestured for me to join him, and when I got near, he pulled me into his side. I bracedmyself with a hand on his chest. He leaned down to kiss me on the forehead. What was this? I thought he didn’t date, but his moves were next level.

If he kept this up, I’d be falling for him in no time.

“What do you like? Onions, cheese, tomatoes?” His voice rumbled against my cheek.

“All of those.”

He loosened his hold on me so that he could turn the burner on, then throw the diced onions in the pan.

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