Page 113 of When the Smoke Clears

I kiss my way back up her body to her mouth, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into me. Ever since the first time I did it, when I saw the spark in her eye, I make sure to share with her. “You like how you taste, Firecracker?”

Her reddened cheeks are muted in the low light. “It’s different. But that’s not why I moaned.” My lips find their way along her jaw to her neck. How can every part of her be so delicious?

“Mmm. Why then?”

Her hips rock against my leg between her thighs. “Your jeans feel delicious against my pussy.”

“Firecracker. Your dirty mouth is doing things to me.”

She hikes an eyebrow. “Not yet.”

I shake my head to rid the vision of her mouth full of my cock. She’s glorious on her knees for me, and that is a distraction I do not need. Instead, I press my thigh harder against her core and I’m rewarded with another sexy moan. She grinds against me. “Fuck, I love watching you take what you need. Pleasure looks good on you.”

She smiles. “Feels good. But you feel better.”

“You want to feel me, Firecracker?” I pause. She only nods back. “Words, Maci.” I don’t actually care if she asks for what she wants, but it does something to her when I tell her to say what she wants. Hearing her put it to words is fucking hot, too.

“Yes. I need to feel you.”

“Need?” Even teasing, I’m already pulling back to unbutton my pants and drop them from my hips.

“Yes. It’s kind of an addiction.” She grins, and I laugh at her use of my words.

“I’m happy to give you a fix.” I nuzzle into her neck as my cock slides between her legs, immediately covered in her arousal. “You feel so damn good.”

“You’re telling me,” she murmurs. “Fuck me, Cowboy.”

I bit her gently. “So demanding.”

“Will you deny me?” Her eyes are closed, face turned away, granting me easy access to her tender skin.

I stare at her for a moment. “Never.”

“Good.” She lifts her hips and drags herself against me, groaning happily before addressing me in a low voice. “Sutton.”

I pull back and look at her. Aside from when she cries out my name, she doesn’t use it often unless it’s important.

Her eyes pierce mine. “Don’t be gentle with me.”

My brows furrow.

“Here,” she says, swallowing thickly. “In this place. I need you to consume me, make me yours, completely.”

“You’re already completely mine.” I know what she’s asking. The pain and trauma here have to be outdone by a finality. She continues to stare at me, waiting for an appropriate response. Her mouth is tight and her eyes intense as she breathes heavily.

I stare back at her, seeing the knife sticking out of her abdomen and listening to her beg me to remove it. Maybe we both have shit to work through here.

“Maci, you are mine. If you need me to possess you here, I will, but it doesn’t matter where we are, no one is taking you from me.”

Her eyes well again and she nods vigorously.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

I shift my weight and position myself to enter her. Before I move, I tuck my mouth against her ear. “I meant what I said. If at any moment this is too much, all you have to say is stop and we’re gone.”

“Don’t stop,” she orders, just above a whisper.

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