Page 54 of Burn for Me

What if she hadn’t come for the boat? What if I’d got it all wrong and she’d been stuck inside the cottage after all?

The cottage blazed outside, the circular window framing the inferno. The copper and gold dancing along the waves reflected the destruction burning on shore.

My stomach dropped.I had to go back. To make sure. What if I’d left a jar of accelerant there somehow?

I took the stairs back up toward the deck, when theunmistakable jingle of keys sounded. Freezing in the stairwell, I listened intently.

There it was again, the light crash of metal on tiny metal.

The little wench was trying to steal my fucking boat.

I would have laughed if I could. Damn, she had some balls.

With stealthy steps, I picked my way toward the control room, my view diminished slightly by my gas mask. I considered taking it off, but opted against it, wanting to remind her of that first night we met. The night I’d pulled her from a burning building, only for her to leave me in one.

No, that night would be a night sheneverforgot.

Laura had her back to me, her little pyjama shorts tucked into her pretty, round backside as she struggled to find which key fit into the control panel.

Even after her trying to kill me, I wanted her. I wanted to possess her every fucking breath.

‘Thank god,’ she muttered as the key slotted into the hole.

Too late, I thought.

She let out an ear splitting scream as I dragged a finger over her shoulder, turning wide eyed. Her scream stopped short at the sight of me in my smoke blackened clothing, peering straight back at her through the eyeholes of my mask.

When I tipped my head to the side slightly, fear filled her beautiful face.

Good.

We stood, staring at one another, each waiting to see what the other would do. She cracked first. My keys crashed against my mask as she launched them at my face. Instinct made meflinch to the side, and she took the moment to barrel past me, shoving me aside.

My little ember had no idea how much chasing her was riling me up. I turned to run after her, my cock already tenting my trousers. She’d find out soon enough.

Her hair whipped around her like a silken cloud when we hit the deck. I cut off her way to the jetty, my pulse leaping at her panicked look.

I didn’t expect her to launch herself over the edge and into the sea.

It didn’t stop me from throwing myself in after her.

The water met me with its chilled embrace, stealing the air from my lungs for a minute. Wiping the water from my mask, I looked around me. Splashing sounded to my right side, and there she was up ahead, wading toward the shore.

While my face might not have moved, I grinned internally.

The water pulled at my clothes, tugging me to and fro. It’s grip lessened the shallower it got, until I was chasing Laura through the shallows.

Close. So close.

Her hair stuck to her back, her wet clothes sticking to her soft body making me feral. I gained on her with every waterlogged step.

She made the mistake of glancing back at me, stumbling over a submerged rock and landing on her hands and knees in the water.

Satisfaction hit me the moment my fingers sunk into her wet hair, pulling her up and forcing her backwards over a large, black rock. Her feet kicked against the water, her back arching against the stone beneath her.

‘I’m sorry,’ she spluttered, tears streaking her cheeks.

It wasn’t her apologies I required. It was her desperate pleas and her thighs gripped around my waist I sought like a starved man. Punishing her for burning my home was tempting, but I knew that more than anything I wanted her desire in place of any retaliation.

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