Page 18 of Love Fire

“I see.”

“I was wondering, if I can sleep with you? I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

17

ERIN

The inside of Brent’s room is spacious and cozy. Dark curtains billow around the open windows, inviting in a nice breeze, and papers rise like skyscrapers across his desk. Blue light from his open laptop bathes the room in a hazy glow. The hardwood floors are nice and cool under my feet as I pad across the room to his king-sized bed.

I feel him eye me closely but I keep my eyes downcast as I pull back the sheet. He shimmies over to give me room, as if I need it in this complex of a bed. The sheets rustle as I get into bed next to Brent and then, it is silent. I close my eyes and turn on my side, facing away from him.

I’m not sure how long we are like that because the seconds tick by like hours. Truth be told, I’m exhausted but the electricity coursing through my body keeps me wired awake next to this man. I try to relax my breathing and fall into sleep but the fact that we are in bed right next to each other makes it impossible.

Okay, maybe if I act like I’m asleep, he’ll fall asleep and then I won’t have to worry about looking at him. Shameful heat creeps up my face as I feel my heartbeat thrumming between my legs and I wonder if it’s loud enough for him to hear. I have never been more fucking turned on in my life. This is such a problem, how the fuck did I even end up here? What would my poor crime lord father think? His only daughter, slobbering over the enemy like a mongrel with a new bone. I press my lips together, suppressing a smile, and push the thought from my mind.

The air in Brent’s room feels palpably thick, like there are actual magnets in the air drawing me closer to him. I silently thank the powers that be that I got a quick peek at him when I first entered the room. He had sat up, rubbing his tired eyes, hair falling perfectly across his face, the sheet slipping down to expose his gorgeous body to me. He is absolutely irresistible and doesn’t even know it.

I try to ponder what it is about Brent that I like the most. He’s the very definition of tall, dark, and handsome. A man in uniform. A man obsessed with his work. A man who believes in justice, in doing the right thing. All that made his delicious looks all the more unfair. And what was the most unfair was that I would never have him. Why would he, the literal perfect man, be interested in street garbage like me? A dark part of me want to fuck the “good cop” routine right out of him.

I can’t stand his presence being so close to me and not being able to at least indulge myself in the sight of his impressive physique. Fine, one look and then that’s it. He has to be asleep by now. I turn over as slowly and as naturally as I can, making sure to keep my breathing even. I wait patiently for several minutes, ensuring that he won’t be awake when I sneak a look I slowly open my eyes, running them up his chiseled stomach and broad chest, up his elegant neck, and into his face and- Fuck! His light brown eyes gaze upon me intently.

They flicker away instantly and he shifts uncomfortably. I can’t believe how adorably embarrassment softens the perpetual seriousness of his face. It’s completely and utterly endearing and I gloat internally over the power I now know that I hold over him. Oh, you’re so done for, Good Cop!

“Sorry, I…” Brent apologizes when he catches my smirk, looking at the ceiling gravely. “I wasn’t… I wasn’t trying to look at you.”

“Oh?” I raise up on my elbows, chuckling. “Is that so?

There’s a heavy pause between us. Maybe I wasn’t so off base.

“...No.”

“Oh, so you were looking at me?” I chide him.

“...Yes.” he murmurs quietly. “I’m sorry, I can’t help myself.”

I laugh a little louder than I meant to but, to my surprise, he snorts too.

“Well, don’t worry about it, creep.” I reassure him, sitting up. “I kinda had the same idea.”

Once our giggles die down, Brent turns his head to look over at me. He lays on his back with a hand behind his head, his smile slowly fading into a look that I can’t quite decipher. Hunger? Lust? Heat pools in my lower stomach as I stare back unashamedly.

Suddenly, he twists, closing the gap between us and brushes his lips against mine as soft as a dandelion tuft. My heart stammers as I close my eyes and lean in.

“Come here,” he whispers against my mouth. I press the full length of my body against his the minute he gives the words, feeling his hard muscles flex and undulate beneath me.

He kisses me deeply and pulls me on top of him. I open my mouth against his, allowing his tongue to dip inside to dance with mine as I wrap my arms around his warm back, craving more of his touch.

18

BRENT

In an instant I’m on top of Erin. Every primal instinct in my body is screaming for me to take her. Her scent fills my nose once again while her arms wrap around my body as best she can with her small frame. She pulls me even closer to her, she wants this too.

I kiss her again. Her soft lips pressed against mine. Our tongues dance around each other inside her mouth. I am so distracted by the act that I don’t even notice one of her hands begin to wander down my body.

Her tiny hand slips underneath my boxes and grabs ahold of my cock. The surprise catches me off guard and I stop kissing her for a moment. Her hands are cold, but I like it, Dragons are cold-blooded after all. I can feel Erin smile against my face as she begins to slowly move her hand up and down the shaft. My cock stiffens against her tight grip.

She pulls away from our kiss and leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Are you going to get me naked or what?” A teasing smile grows on her face.

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