Page 20 of She's Got that Fire

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LIAM

Carrying Opal into my home makes this possessive feeling surge even more. After I carefully shuffle sideways through the door with her still across my shoulders, I set her down so we can kick off our shoes, then back her against the wall.

Pinning my hot girlfriend with a deep, sultry kiss, I wait until her hands wrap around the back of my shoulders. I've already learned that Opal sometimes overthinks things. When we're kissing, though, she gets out of her head and responds more quickly, with answers coming, I assume, from her gut.

My lips release hers slowly. "Baby, do you think we're moving in together too quickly?"

Her eyes are bright and her answer is instantaneous. "Nope, not for us." Her head tips to the side, and she smiles. "You know how some fires catch immediately, and others have to smolder for a bit before you see real flames?"

"Yeah."

"Both fires are warm and amazing in the end. How they start doesn't really matter."

Clasping her to me, I stroke her hair. "I think you're wise beyond your years."

“Pfft.” She shrugs. "I don't know about that." Her palm skims along my stubble. "I just think that if something feels this right, you should run with it."

"You know you can change your mind at any time. If you want to go back to stay with your cousin, or need to go home to your family…" I can't even bear thinking about it, but it needs to be said. "If this is burning too fast, you grab the fire extinguisher and draw a perimeter to contain the blaze. Okay?"

Her head tips back as her silvery laughter spills out. "I love the way you always use fire metaphors."

"Well, I know it's something you understand."

Opal blinks up at me. "True. And if I weren't so obsessed with fire, I would never have met you. So that's something."

"You're right." My lips graze her forehead. "In case I haven't mentioned it yet, I consider myself damn lucky that I was the one who thought to check the weird firebug shooting video from the field."

"Not a firebug. Fire…analyst.” I shoot her a look. “Observer? Documentarian?"

"How about my sweet little obsessive girl."

"That'll do."

This time when I scoop her up we're chest to chest, with her legs wrapped around me. My dick is already standing to attention, but there's something else I need first.

Stretching Opal across my bed, I spread her legs, rubbing her clit through her leggings. She lets out a shuddering sigh, then sits up just enough to yank off her sweater. I love that she pulls her tank top off at the same time, already knowing that I need to get her naked so I can admire my beautiful girl properly.

Still, I don't pull off the rest of her clothing just yet. Watching closely, I massage through the fabric until Opal begins to moan,her legs splayed out. "That feel good, gorgeous? Is that the right spot?"

"Uh-huh." She grabs a pillow to prop herself up, which I already know means she wants to watch me devour her.

Teasing her slightly, I lighten my touch to a gentle tickle. Damn, I love the way she squirms in frustration, wanting more. I already know she loves the way I touch her, though, and isn't about to complain if I switch things up.

Her legs twitch, shifting restlessly, trying to get a bit more pressure. I back off completely, teasing her.

My shirt hits the floor, then I lie down beside her, stealing all her focus with a breathless kiss. She squirms, whimpering, grinding against my hand. I'm rewarded with a sharp gasp as I slip underneath the fabric and into her panties. Her swollen nub is begging for my attention, and when I dip my finger lower, she's already wet.

"I probably shouldn't tell you that I love it when you tease me," she murmurs against my shoulder, her entire body already tightening like a wire being slowly coiled.

"Oh baby, no. You should not have told me that."

My precious girl whimpers as I release her just long enough to peel off her leggings and panties, leaving her laid out for me like an offering. I could thrust inside her right now and make her perfectly happy.

But I want to make both of us happy.

Two thick fingers slide into her wetness as my thumb flicks against her clit, barely brushing it. "Tell me again why you love fire so much."

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