Page 44 of Fire in My Heart

I never wanted this evening to end. I wasn’t sure what it meant but my heart was fluttering in my chest, desperate to give meaning to it.

“I like you wearing my shirt.” With the onions cooking, he refocused his attention on me.

I held my hands out to my sides. “It’s huge.”

His hands slipped under the soft material. “I like all the skin it reveals.”

He made me feel sexy, desirable. His large hand palmed my bare ass, and he groaned.

“I didn’t want to miss you cooking practically naked in my kitchen. No one would ever believe me.”

Teddy’s hands stilled.

“Not that I’d tell anyone,” I rushed to add.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for anyone else to know. They’ll have opinions, and we work together.”

I nodded. “Right. Of course.”

Were we keeping it a secret, or was this a one-time thing?

His voice lowered. “But tonight, I don’t want to worry about any of that. I just want to feel you.” His fingers worked open the buttons, and he pushed the material to the side. “You’re gorgeous.”

He lowered his head to suck on my nipples. I held him to me, his scruff scraping the soft skin of my breasts. Then his handcupped my bare sex, his finger slipping between my folds. “You’re already wet for me.”

“Your mouth is heaven.”

“Just what I like to hear.” He reached back and turned off the burner, lifting me onto the cold counter surface. “I’m hungry.”

“But you just turned off?—”

He pulled me to the edge of the counter, spreading my legs. Then he lowered his mouth to my sex. I let my head fall back, my eyes drifting shut while he worked me over. I lowered my elbows to the counter and widened my legs, needing more.

He used his mouth and his fingers to drive me up and over. It happened shockingly fast. I still wore the shirt, but now it only covered my shoulders and arms. I was bare to him otherwise, and boneless.

He wiped his mouth, helping me up. “You’re tastier than any omelet.”

But my stomach rumbled.

Teddy chuckled. “I’m still going to feed you.”

Where was the grumpy guy who adhered to a strict set of standards that would never let him sleep with a coworker? Or stand practically naked in her kitchen? He was relaxed in a way I’d never seen him.

His muscles loose, his eyes soft. I wanted to see more of this side of him. He helped me down from the counter, circling my waist, lifting, then placing me on my feet.

He turned on the burner again, then added the eggs to the pan. When it was cooking, he faced me.

I looped my arms around his neck, his erection poking my belly. “Do you need me to take care of that for you?”

His appreciation rumbled through his chest. “As much as I’d love that, I don’t think I can cook and enjoy your mouth at the same time.”

“We could cook later,” I suggested, wondering where this seductress had come from.

“I’m going to feed you first. Your stomach is rumbling.” He touched my stomach, his palm covering it. “You’re so sweet. I’ll never get enough of you.”

I let the warmth of that statement bloom in my chest. I wasn’t sure I would either. I’d never had a lover who was more skilled or attentive, and he wanted to feed me. He was the perfect man. A little gruff on the outside, but amazingly soft and tender inside.

“I want to taste you,” I said, surprising myself. I never particularly enjoyed blow jobs. I did it because it was expected. But Teddy was such a giving lover; I wanted to return the favor.

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