Page 67 of Stuck with my Brother's Firefighter Besties

“Maybe,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “But I’m not lying about this.”

The air between us shifted, the teasing giving way to something heavier, more electric. His hand lingered near my face, his thumb brushing my cheek.

“Tell me to stop,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

I should have. I should have stepped back, reminded myself why this was a terrible idea. But instead, I leaned into his touch, my breath catching as his other hand found my waist.

“I don’t want you to stop,” I admitted, the words spilling out before I could second-guess them.

His lips curved into a small, almost relieved smile, and then he closed the space between us.

The kiss was slow at first, careful, like he was giving me a chance to change my mind. But when I didn’t pull away, it deepened, his hand sliding to the small of my back as he pulled me closer.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a free fall.

I needed this, needed him—not just the physical closeness but the raw, unspoken desire that seemed to bind us in that moment.

“Lila…” His voice was low, rough around the edges as if he was holding himself back. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Good,” I whispered, my fingers trailing down the line of his jaw. “Because you’re doing the same to me.”

That was all it took.

He scooped me up effortlessly, his hands firm but gentle as he guided me down onto the couch. The leather was cool against my back, a shock after the heat radiating between us.

Colt leaned over me, his arms braced on either side of my head as his gaze burned into mine.

He hovered above me with a look in his eye that suggested he wanted to devour me. Never in my life had I wanted to be eaten alive by anyone. I arched my back, wanting him to connect with me sooner.

The need to have him was growing by the second. I could feel myself spinning out of control.

All of a sudden, we were kissing hungrily again, and his eager hands were traveling down my body. It was all happening too quickly, yet somehow not fast enough at the same time.

Even as his hands found the hemline of my dress and he slipped his fingers under there to cup my bra, I wanted more. I wanted everything that Colt had to offer me.

“Oh wow,” I gasped as his hands reached behind my back and my bra magically popped open. “You’re good.”

“You think that was good?” His eyebrow cocked at me as my hands hooked around his back. “You just wait.”

He wasn’t wrong. The moment that his fingers reached my now naked breasts and he began to tug and tease my nipples with his fingers, I nearly screamed with pleasure.

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I grabbed Colt’s hand and slid it down my body to where I was aching desperately for him. The wet heat in my panties absolutely needed to be felt by him.

“Oh, fuck.” The expletive flew passed my lips as he grazed the outside of my underwear. “Colt, you’re…”

“You don’t want to be teased, do you?” he murmured, reading my body language for me. “That’s okay.”

I stiffened up as he slid my underwear down, grazing the hypersensitive skin of my thighs. I could hardly stand it. The anticipation was getting to be too much for me. I wanted him right now.

As soon as I was naked from the waist down, those incredible fingers of his were tracing up and down my soaking wet slit.

He circled my clit a few times, shutting off any of my remaining thoughts, making me a complete slave to the sensations that he was causing to careen and rocket all the way through me.

Before I could get used to the rhythm of what he was doing, he stunned me by plunging his fingers deep inside of me, making me scream.

I seriously hoped no one was on the other side of that door listening in. That would be incredibly embarrassing. Not that I could stop screaming if I wanted to.

“I want you,” I called out as I rolled my hips against his hand. “Oh, Colt, I want you so bad.”

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