Page 61 of Property of Fox

"Right here," he echoes, as if savoring my words like a fine whiskey. His eyes darken with desire. “Then let’s make this count.”

With that, he pulls away just enough to allow me to slide down the door until my feet find solid ground. But he doesn’t let go, his hands still firm at my waist, holding me steady while I try to process how this night has unfolded. The promise of adventure dances along the edges of my mind, daring me to take the plunge into uncharted territory.

“First, we shower off this hay, then I feed you.”

“And after that?” I ask.

“You’re mine, firefly. You, me, and this bed.”

FOX

The water sputtersfor a moment before it finds its rhythm. I lean against the counter, narrowing my eyes at my reflection. A smile widens on my face the more I think about Brea. A genuine smile I hadn’t seen in a long time.

Stepping from the bathroom, I spy Brea sitting on the edge of the bed, engrossed in her phone. Fingers flying over the keys as she types.

“Everything okay?” She nearly jumps out of her skin at my voice. “Didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Sorry,” she apologizes.

“No need to apologize, firefly. I scared you.”

“I was just texting Keira to let her know I won’t be back tonight.”

“Good idea. The last thing we need is for her to call the cavalry.”

Brea chuckles, a melodic sound that pulls at something deep within me. “She’s protective of me. A little too much sometimes.”

“It’s good to have people like that in your life. Though,” I laugh to myself. “I’ll need to sleep with one eye open at your place.”

“Smart man,” she giggles. She types something else out before laying down her cell phone on the bed next to her.

“Shower’s ready. Care to join me? Purely to conserve hot water, of course.”

Brea arches an eyebrow. “Conserve hot water, huh? Is that the best you’ve got?” She rolls onto her back, propping herself up on one elbow.

“If you prefer the more direct route, join me so I can get you into our bed and fuck you senseless. That better?”

Brea's laughter fills the room like a heady perfume, intoxicating and bright. She pushes herself up, the sassy glint in her green eyes. “I don’t think I need a shower,” she baits me, brushing a wayward curl behind her ear. “Why shower when you’ll just make me dirty again?”

“Fuck, firefly,” I groan, dragging my fingers through my hair. “The things your filthy little mouth says.”

She stands from her spot on the couch. Each step towards me painstakingly drawn out before she stops in front of me. “I much prefer your mouth occupied a bit farther south.”

“Are you asking me to devour you again?”

“I might be, but not before I taste you first.”

Without hesitation, I bridge the distance between us and press my lips to hers in a passionate embrace, savoring the delicate flavor of her soul on my tongue.

Her hands slide up my chest, fingers dancing over my tattoos, sending shivers racing beneath my skin. I grip her waist, pulling her in close as we lose ourselves to that intoxicating kiss until she breaks away with an impish smile.

“Now,” she murmurs softly while stepping back just enough to look at me thoroughly. “Let’s get you out of this shirt.”

I can only nod. Brea's fingers deftly work their way under the hem of my T-shirt and yank it upward with determination. The fabric slips over my head and falls carelessly onto the floor.

"Much better," she says appreciatively. “Take off your jeans,” She demands coyly against one ear before abruptly turning serious again. I’ve never been one to let a woman dominate me, but fuck, with Brea in the driver’s seat, I’m starting to think otherwise. My fingers go to the button of my fly, but her hands stop me.

“Let me.” Brea's fingers find their way to my jeans without hesitation. They’re cool against warm skin. She bites down on her bottom lip. With deft precision, she unsnaps the button while holding my gaze fiercely enough that I can't look away even if I wanted to.

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