Page 108 of The First Spark

I don’t have to wait long for an answer.

Ori lifts the hem of her shirt and drops it to the floor. Then she shoots me a playful grin as she unhooks her braand slides it down her arms before tossing it aside with a mischievous wink.

The firelight plays off her every curve, throwing golden shadows across the planes of her stomach and the curve of her breasts.

She’s so damn beautiful—and totally exposed to all of Sparkwood, I realize with a start.

“You know your store has a big fucking window that fronts on Main Street, right?” I ask the question, although I’m sure as hell not stopping this spur-of-the-moment striptease.

Two times in one night from the woman who’s commanding my every thought—yes, please.

Ori shrugs and leans against a bookshelf to pull off her boots and socks. “I’m aware.”

I smirk at her nonchalant attitude toward public exposure, loving this side of Oriana. “So, the whole town gets a free show tonight?”

She releases a husky and wicked laugh as her fingers toy with the waistband of her leggings. “Tis the season, right?”

I’ve had countless women offer up their personal brand of strip downs, but there’s something about Ori that blows them all away. She looks every inch the prim and proper lady, one who might crochet on winter nights and attend Sunday service. But that’s where the similarities end, because underneath her good girl persona lies the greatest seductress I’ve ever known.

“That gift belongs to me,” I reply, my voice charged with emotion. “Now, come here and let me unwrap it.”

“Patience, sir.” She strips off her leggings and underwear, standing before me in all her naked perfection. Herivory skin glistens as she pivots slightly, tossing a naughty smile my way.

I’m going to blow my load in my pants if she waits any longer.

“Right now.” Maybe it’s the growl in my voice or the edge of possessiveness plying the words, but Ori obeys my command, once again sitting astride my lap.

I slide my hands along her sides, her skin softer than spun silk beneath my palms. "You’re playing with fire, Ori."

She leans in, her voice a smoky whisper at my ear. "You’re the one who wanted to stay close to the flames, Ash. Maybe I want to burn, too.”

I crash my mouth against hers, my fingers digging into the meat of her thighs as I try to rein in my last vestiges of control.

But Ori enjoys driving me to the brink of madness, her tongue teasing mine in a slow, seductive dance as she grinds her sweet pussy against me.

“Lose the pants,” she murmurs, her mouth warm and wet on my neck, every touch stoking the firestorm inside me.

“You really want to give Sparkwood a show tonight, don’t you?” I grunt, sliding my fingers inside her heat as my thumb teases her clit.

Ori looks over the top of the chair to the street beyond. “It’s empty. Not a soul in sight. But, should someone take a notion to peer in here, all they’ll see is me. They won’t see you. So, it’s a win-win situation.”

“How is that a win-win?” Hell, even those few words require a tremendous effort, when all I can think about is burying myself inside her and claiming every curve.

She leans back slightly before taking another peek outthe window. “You take me on the ride of my life and no one but us is the wiser about the conductor driving this train. That way, webothhave an amazing time.”

Fuck that noise.

I tangle my hand in her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Little One, I’ll carry you to that front window right now. Then I’ll press your naked body against the glass, wrap my hands around your gorgeous hips and take you from behind—right there, for the whole damn world to see.”

Those huge dark eyes widen behind her lenses, but she’s not backing down from my challenge. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me,” I growl, my thumb grazing her jawline as I tilt her head up to feel her pulse hammering beneath my fingers. “I’ll make you scream so loud they’ll hear you in the next town over. Buteveryonewill know who’s bringing you that level of pleasure.”

Ori digs her fingers into my shoulders and whimpers, her movements growing more frenzied by the second.

“Everyone will know you’re mine.” My words are a low rumble, my brain not latching onto their deeper meaning—my body not giving a damn.

She slides to her knees at my feet and fumbles my belt open, but her eyes never waver from mine. I lift my hips as she tugs my pants down.

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