Page 56 of Faking It with the Firefighter

And her legs stayed spread.

A fine trembling went through her limbs, and I decided I couldn’t wait any longer. I found her clit with my fingers and rubbed it until I saw her lips part, until I knew the exact spot that made whimpers and moans slip through her lips.

When her hand came up to grip my biceps, I slid my free hand over her jaw and kissed her. She bit my lower lip and pulled me closer, rough and angry and entirely Abigail. I was so hard I could hardly think straight.

“Come, Abigail,” I said against her lips, pinning her to the counter and willing my hand not to cramp between us. “Say my name when you do.”

“Rex,” she panted. “Rex, Rex, Rex!”

Her fingernails tore at my shirt. Her legs shook, and a soft cry escaped her as she reached her peak. I pulled back so I could watch her face, the dazed, disbelieving look in her eyes, the pretty pink flush on her cheeks, the damp, swollen rosebud of her lips.

Her chest heaved as she caught her breath, and my own head swam as she clawed at me to pull me closer. Our kiss was a clumsy, trembling thing. When we pulled apart, I knew one thing: This woman would ruin me.

EIGHTEEN

ABIGAIL

My heart was still poundingon the solo drive home. I glanced at the rearview mirror, where Rex’s headlights beamed right behind me. I’ve never done anything like that at one of my listings. When it was done, I’d sanitized that bathroom counter like my life depended on it while Rex watched on, vaguely amused.

Maybe I was avoiding his gaze. Maybe I was a big ole coward, because I didn’t want to look him in the face and have him see that something had changed inside me. Rex wasn’t just attractive. He wasn’t just a naughty fling. He was so much more…and that was terrifying.

I bit my lip, squeezing my thighs. I wanted more of him. And tonight, it would just be the two of us. And Winston, of course, but I was hoping my cat would be willing to give us some privacy. Rex and I could be free to play. No faking. I knew Rex Montgomery was a giver, but I never knew he had so much to give.

I hit the gas and practically raced up my driveway. Rex pulled right up next to me, and the roar of his engine halted as fast as mine. I grabbed my things and walked to the door, Rex close behind me. He gave me a teasing smile, and all the fear from a few minutes ago melted away. It was just soeasywith him.

I tilted my head. “Did you have a chance to cool off?”

He held my gaze and nodded with an eager grin. “Not even a little.”

Excitement raced along my nerve endings. I was more fired up than I’d been with a guy before. Somehow, he’d been able to tell that what I needed was just to let go. I didn’t want to be strong and independent and in control when I was with a guy…withhim. Sometimes Ididwant to do what I was told and follow the rules.

Well. Certain rules.

With my hands trembling, I stuck my key in the lock and felt Rex’s hand slip above my hip. He pressed himself against me and nuzzled the side of my neck. My stomach tingled, and the sensation radiated up my chest and down to my core. I wanted to melt into him right then and there on my porch. I didn’t care who saw.

But I turned the doorknob and pushed my way inside. Kicking the door shut, Rex caught me around the waist and spun around, pinning me up against my front door. His mouth skated across my jaw and down my neck as he pulled me closer. I panted, rolling my head back on the door. “Take me upstairs,” I whispered.

“I’m the one who makes the rules here,Abigail.”

I laughed, smacking his shoulder. “Fine. Take me right here. Or on the couch. Or wherever you want.”

A yowl made us both look toward the living room. Winston stood in the archway, back curved, tail high.

“Maybe upstairs wasn’t such a bad idea,” Rex conceded. He scooped me up and I yelped, landing with a lowoomphon his shoulder.

Rex wasstrong.

He’d taken two steps in the right direction when a knock on the door made us both freeze.

“Who’s that?” Rex asked.

“Probably just the delivery guy. Ignore it,” I said.

“Delivery guy?”

“I have a standing delivery for Thursday Chinese,” I explained, still hanging over Rex’s shoulder. I bongoed his buns to get him moving again.

Rex set me back down on my feet, frowning at me. “What do you mean by ‘standing delivery?’”

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