Page 10 of She's Got that Fire

No. Not if.When.

The decision has been made.

We're about to make a whole other kind of fire.

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LIAM

This hunger. This desire. This surge of adrenaline through my entire body.

Opal is, hands down, the sexiest woman I've ever seen.

Every gentle touch makes me need to get closer to her. Need to hold her completely against me.

As we shift, there's a slight tremor that tightens her muscles for a split second. "Cold?" I whisper. "Or should I slow down?"

"Don't you dare." Her grin is sweet, but there's a naughty flash in her eyes. "But if I tell you I'm cold, will you take me inside to…warm me up?"

I'm on my feet in a heartbeat, dousing the smoldering coals with one of my nearby white plastic rain buckets.

Opal helps me bring the plates inside, and when we turn to face each other in the kitchen, my lungs empty at the vision before me. So gorgeous, with her lovely blonde hair and impish grin. So sexy, with those seductive blue eyes, and curves that I can't stop reaching for.

Leaning in, my arms are already around her again, kissing her deeply. Every gasp, every moan as my hands wander alongher neck, her back, her hips… She's soft everywhere I'm hard. Curvy and creative, whereas I'm straight-laced and straight up. The contrast is both sexy and intriguing.

Maybe somewhere in the back of my mind I'm dimly aware that Opal is going to bring me balance. Enrich my life and be the girl of my dreams. But right now, all I can think about is getting this seductive, fiery woman naked and in my bed.

The soft, bright fragrance of her herbal soap or shampoo wraps around me as I lift her onto the kitchen counter.

"I assumed we were headed to the bedroom," she breathes.

My hands are already pulling off her soft sweater. "And we will, but this puts you at the perfect height."

"For what –oh!"

I've shoved up her tank top and sucked a puckered nipple into my mouth, making her clutch the back of my shoulders. I love that she doesn't wear a bra. Her full breasts are sexier without one. Although they look even rounder as my palms hold them up, caressing, alternating between her nipples so I can suck and lick them back and forth.

She moans, leaning back against the wooden beam as her legs around me. My cock was already rock hard, but now, picturing her naked with her legs around me…writhing as much as she is right now…

Damn. This girl isfire. Literally. I never thought I was the kind of guy to fall head over heels for a smoking hot blonde, but here we are.

Opal reaches for me, pulling on the back of my skull to bring our lips back together. I love that her mouth is so demanding, needing to inhale our kisses just as much as me.

Our bodies move together as I pull her against me, lifting her luscious ass and carrying her down the hallway to the bedroom. I'm careful to watch for any sign of hesitation, but there is none.

Could Opal really be falling for me just as hard as I am for her? It doesn't seem possible. My head is spinning as I lay her across my well-worn blue comforter. Her eyes sparkle against the color, her skin looking even creamier as I yank off her tank top and socks.

My fingers hook into her leggings, grabbing the edge of her underwear as well. "Need to taste you," I grunt, sounding like a caveman but unable to help myself. Watching her eyes carefully, I wait for her nod. Her soft giggle. She lifts her hips, helping me as I peel her clothing away.

I stare in disbelief. She's so beautiful I don't know where to look first. The shyly seductive smile. The long, toned legs that lead up to the feminine sweep of her hips. The hint of her pink pussy as she shifts her thighs. Soft and curvy and…all mine.

My shirt hits the floor. Before I can lean over her naked body, she gasps slightly, staring open-mouthed at my torso.

In moments like this it's good to be a roofer and a firefighter, who keeps up with brutal workouts that the team tracks.

Opal is already reaching for me as I settle over her, kissing her with the heat of a thousand suns. Everything about her sexy body blossoms under me. The slight flush in her cheeks and across her throat. The languid way the arch of her foot drags across the leg of my jeans. Her palms, slowly drifting across my chest and arms as she explores.

She's so aroused that I can see goosebumps along her arms, the flutter of her lower belly. Her legs won't stop shifting as she pulls me close. Her lips taste perfect against mine, but I need more.

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