Page 18 of Curvy Girl and the Firefighter Chief

Chapter 8 - Stella

I can hardly believe this is happening - Luke's lips are pressed against mine, his tongue teasing my mouth open as he kisses me deeply.

Part of me wonders if this is just a heat-of-the-moment thing, so I must savor every second before it ends.

But when we finally break apart, gasping for air, the raw lust in Luke's eyes tells me he's nowhere near satisfied. He doesn't need to say a word for me to know he wants more of me - all of me - and I'm utterly willing to give myself over to this man who saved me in more ways than one.

"I'm sorry," he rasps, though his gaze shamelessly goes over my body. "I can't control myself around you. You're too damn tempting."

I give him a smile I can't contain, my lips quirking upward.

"Believe me, the feeling is mutual. I've been feeling this... this chemistry, this will-we-won't-we tension. And now that we've crossed that line? I don't want to stop."

His eyes widen, darkening with unleashed desire as his chest heaves. Leaning in closer again, his voice is low and rough.

"Are you sure you don't want to stop with just a kiss?"

I swallow hard, my body throbbing with need and longing.

"I'm not wasting this moment." Lying back on the bed, I give him a meaningful look as I part my thighs invitingly. "Use my body how you desire, Chief. I'm all yours."

Luke gulps audibly as he takes in the sight of me, eyes raking over every curve. Then, without preamble, he strips off his shirt and tosses it aside, revealing a body that's pure masculineperfection - chiseled muscle, a defined six-pack, sheer masculine power contained in human form.

When he climbs onto the bed beside me, I drink in the sight without a hint of shame.

"I wish we could be doing this anywhere but my station," he rumbles.

"Don't worry about the location," I tell him breathlessly. "It doesn't matter, as long as you're gentle. I've... never done this before."

Luke freezes, brow furrowing. "You're a virgin?"

I nod shyly, trying to hide my face in the sheets even as arousal dampens my panties. "I hope that doesn't stop you..."

His eyes blaze as he grips my chin firmly, forcing me to meet his intense stare.

"It doesn't change a damn thing; except I'll be your first and your last. I'll make sure you're always satisfied, princess."

Unable to contain my smile, I shudder at the raw promise in his voice. Then he's tugging my shirt up without preamble, exposing my bare breasts – I’m not wearing a bra, and now every lush curve is on display for his hungry gaze.

Luke groans deep in his chest as he palms my tits, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers.

"So fucking perfect..."

When he leans down and captures one rosy bud between his lips, flicking it with his tongue, I arch off the bed with a desperate whine. One of my hands flies into his hair, holding him to my chest as pleasure sparks through my body.

He growls in approval, nipping at my tender flesh as I grip the sheets with my other hand.

For a split second, I wonder if the others can hear us from the kitchen downstairs. Should I try to stifle my moans or just let it all out?

Because right now, I want to be loud and unrestrained - I want Luke to know exactly how good he's making me feel as arousal pools between my thighs.

He kisses a searing path down my body, and I watch him with rapt eyes. The lust blazing in his gaze, the way his full lips trail over my skin like they were meant to worship every inch of me.

Meeting him was fate, pure chance, or something else entirely - I don't know or care at this point. All that matters is Luke slowly stripping me bare.

When he tugs my pants down over my hips, I lift my ass eagerly to help. He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses along my inner thighs, each one bringing his talented mouth closer to the aching center of my desire.

I've never bared this part of myself to anyone before, but I'll put everything on display without hesitation for Luke.

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