Page 27 of A Very Grumpy Firefighter

The kettle starts to whistle, and I stand and grab her favorite mug and a teabag.

“I can get it,” Lilou says, standing from her stool.

“I’ve got it.”

I pour the hot water into the mug and then pass the cup to her.

“Thanks.”

“No problem.”

We stare at each other as she takes a sip of her tea, and I have to hold back a groan as she licks a stray drop from her full bottom lip.

I can feel the sexual tension starting to grow between us, and I clear my throat as I move to take my seat next to her.

“Milo? Are you really sure that you don’t mind that I kissed you?” She asks breathlessly, and I nod, looking into her dark blue eyes.

“Yes, why?”

“Because I really want to do it again.”

I’m not sure which one of us moves first, but in the blink of an eye, we’re wrapped around each other, our lips crashing together.

Her hands are wrapped around my biceps, her soft breasts smashed up against my chest, and I groan as my fingers reflexively grip her tighter. She feels so good against me, and I love how she clings to me. My cock hardens as she wriggles against me, and I choke back a groan.

She breaks the kiss, sucking in a deep breath, and I stare down at her.

I wonder if she can feel how hard I am right now.

Her pale cheeks are a bright red color so I’m guessing that, yes, she can.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” I tell her, and she nods.

“I want to do it all,” she whispers, and I groan her name.

My eyes meet her bright blue ones as I take in her dark auburn hair tied up messily in a bun on top of her head, over her round cheeks, and down to her mouthwatering lips. They’re like a siren’s call, drawing me in, and I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel her lips against mine, or I swear to God I might die.

“Fuck, the things that you do to me,” I whisper before my lips claim hers again.

Her eyes flutter closed as our lips meet, but I look over her shoulder, watching in the mirror hanging by the front door as she rises up on her tiptoes, straining to get closer to me. She wants me just as badly as I want her, and it’s such a turn-on.

My eyes fall closed as I lick against the seam of her mouth, desperate to get a taste of her. She opens for me, just as greedy for me as I am for her, and I push my tongue past her lips and rub it against hers in an erotic dance. She moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I grip her hips tighter. I’m sure I’m going to leave bruises, and the thought of her walking around with my mark on her only gets me hotter.

Her kiss tastes like need and desire. I wonder if mine tastes the same to her. I’ve been thinking about this moment, about what she would taste like, what her lips would feel like against mine since the first second that I laid eyes on her, and it definitely lives up to my imagination. Her lips are firm but warm and pliant as they move against mine.

I swipe my tongue against her lush bottom lip, giving it a quick, playful nip, and she gasps, giving me the opening to slip my tongue into her mouth. I slip one hand up the back of her neck, cradling the back of her head and angling her mouth so that I can claim more of it with my lips. Her tongue tangles with mine, and she moans into my mouth, deepening the kiss as we press closer together.

She tastes like heaven, like peppermint toothpaste and vanilla, and I want to drown in the flavor. I never want thiskiss, this moment, to end. I want to pick her up, to feel her legs wrapped around my waist. I want to rub against her there, between her thick thighs, until we both find our release.

What’s stopping me from making that fantasy a reality? She wants this, and so do I.

I break the kiss and pant down at her.

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

“Oh yeah,” she says, taking my hand and leading me towards her bedroom.

We enter her bedroom, and I glance around quickly as she closes the door behind us. There’s a dresser on one wall, next to a door that I’m assuming is a closet. Her bed is unmade, and I swallow hard as I imagine us tangled around each other in it. Her curtains are open slightly, and I can just make out the hamper overflowing in the corner and the shoes lined up next to the door.

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