Page 49 of Faking It with the Firefighter

Usually, when I did something reckless, a distant part of my mind blared at me to slow down and think. I wasn’t thoughtless—I just acted despite my own reservations.

But there were no reservations now. Therewas the certainty that even if Rex acted cocky and swaggering now, he was still the good guy I knew. He’d be good to me.

It was a relief and a revelation. I spent so much energy acting like nothing could bother me that I sometimes convinced myself it was true. But Iwasbothered by Travis’s criticisms. I’d been bothered by my mother’s doubts. I was still bothered by Gabe thinking so little of me.

Rex could see that, and he still liked me. He still wanted me.

His kisses moved down my neck, hovering over my pulse point before tracing my collarbone. He pushed my camisole strap out of the way and traced the lacy trim above my breast. I shivered, wanting so much more.

He breathed in the scent of me, burying his head between my breasts, then moved down over my stomach and hooked his hands into my shorts. I could feel the heat of his fingers against the outside of my hips, the warmth of his breath against my crotch.

Suddenly, I was shy. “Rex?”

“Mmhmm?” he asked, tugging at my shorts.

“I don’t… I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do here.”

He glanced up, shoulders framed by my thighs. “You’re just supposed to enjoy it, Abigail.”

“Right,” I said. “But what if—oh!” I arched up as he dropped his head between my legs and focused his mouth on my clit, layers of fabric be damned. It wasn’t enough sensation. It was too much. He tugged at my shorts and I straightened my legs to help him, and then I was bare before him.

Rex let out a sigh, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe his eyes. Then his lips trailed up my inner thigh, and a slight shaking overtook me.

“Relax,” he mumbled, lips at the crease between my thighs and core.

I let my hand fall to his head, stroking into his hair.

He groaned, then pressed a kiss right at the top of my slit. That was as much warning as I got before Rex dipped a little bit lower and showed me exactly how good he was with his tongue.

Breathless, my back arched off the bed. I gasped at the feel of him, pleasure winding tight in my core. He licked and sucked and nibbled at me, using his hands to keep my thighs spread wide.

“You taste like candy,” he said, licking me like he wanted to get to the flavor in the center.

I huffed a laugh. “Right.”

“You don’t believe me?”

I thought of Travis’s wrinkled nose when I dared bring up the idea of him going down on me. Then the image was shattered by Rex shifting and bringing a finger to tease at my opening while his mouth focused on my bud.

The sensations were overwhelming. All I could do was grip his hair and let my hips grind into the feeling. Rex’s moans urged me on, and I watched his own hips shift and grind against the mattress, as if he couldn’t help how turned on he was.

Ilovedthat. I loved hearing him groan when he stroked me with his tongue. Loved the thought of him needing relief because he was so aroused by the taste of me.

Shifting to kiss my inner thigh, he said, “I’ve been thinking about what noises you make when you come.”

“And when have you been thinking that?” I asked, breathless.

“Mostly when I’m in the shower with my hand around my cock,” he admitted, that dangerous smile curling his lips.

My laugh was airy and interrupted by a gasp as Rex went back to work. Pleasure coiled within me, and there was no room in my head to think about exes or consequences. All that existed was the magic of his tongue and his fingers and his groans.

The intensity mounted until a bright flash of an orgasm ripped through me. I gritted my teeth to stop myself from screaming but a moan escaped, and I grabbed a pillow to bury the sound. Our downstairs guests might’ve been happy to let us hear every detail, but this was private. I didn’t want anyone but Rex to see me like this.

As I tossed the pillow aside, I caught Rex watching me. His eyes were nearly black as he sat back on his heels, chest heaving with every breath.

“You,” he said between pants, “you cheated.”

“What?” I propped up on my elbows, dizzy and not even a little sated. Lust still coursed through my veins, and all I could see was the dangerous look in his eyes, the breadth of his shoulders, the outline of his cock pressing against his pajama pants.

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