Page 25 of The Heat Between Us

Because somehow, in the midst of smoke and flame and fear, I found something I didn't even know I was looking for.

Chapter 9 - Chloe

As Lewis lays me on the bed, I can hardly believe my own boldness. I've never done anything like this before—never dropped a towel in front of a man I've known for barely a day, never invited someone to touch me with such brazen confidence.

But as I look up at him, his eyes dark with desire and something deeper, something tender, I feel no regret. Only certainty.

I want this man. All of him.

"Your turn," I say softly, nodding at his still-clothed body.

Lewis grins, a flash of boyish charm breaking through his intensity. "Fair's fair."

He pulls his t-shirt over his head, revealing again the chest I'd admired earlier. But now I can look openly, appreciatively, without the awkwardness of being caught staring. The defined muscles of his shoulders and arms speak to years of physical work, not just gym sessions. This is a body built by carrying people from burning buildings, by renovating houses, by living fully in the physical world.

When his hands move to his jeans, there's a moment of endearing clumsiness as he tries to remove them too quickly, nearly losing his balance in the process. I bite my lip to hold back a laugh, charmed by this glimpse of eagerness beneath his usual composure.

And then he's standing before me, completely naked, and any thought of laughter evaporates. He's magnificent—all lean muscle and warm skin, and very, very ready for me. The sight of him sends a renewed wave of desire through my body, and without conscious thought, I find myself spreading my legs for him.

Something flashes in his eyes—hunger, maybe, or wonder—and then he's joining me on the bed, his body covering mine, skin against skin at last. The weight of him, the heat of him, feels exactly right.

"You're sure about this?" he asks, his voice rugged.

In answer, I wrap my legs around his hips, drawing him closer until I can feel him pressing against me. "I've never been surer of anything."

It's true. Even with my life in chaos, my future uncertain, this feels like the one absolutely right decision. Here, with Lewis, I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.

He kisses me deeply as he begins to push inside, and I gasp against his mouth at the overwhelming sensation of being filled by him. My body, still recovering from smoke and fear, comes alive in an entirely new way beneath his touch.

"God, Chloe," he breathes, his forehead pressed against mine as he pauses, giving me time to adjust. "You feel incredible."

I want to respond, to tell him how perfect this feels, how right, but when he begins to move in earnest, the only sounds I can make are incoherent moans of pleasure. Each thrust sends waves of sensation through my body, building on the release he already gave me and promising something even more intense.

"You're so beautiful," Lewis murmurs against my neck, his pace increasing as we both chase the mounting pleasure. "So beautiful, Chloe."

My hands grip the sheets as he moves above me, his control gradually slipping as passion takes over. My body may still be weakened from our ordeal, but in this moment I feel stronger than ever, alive in every cell. Lewis is gentle yet insistent, careful with me even as desire makes his movements more urgent.

Just when I think the sensations can't get any more intense, Lewis slows, his breathing ragged against my ear.

"Turn over for me," he says, his voice a rough whisper.

I comply, rolling onto my stomach as he lifts my hips slightly. When he enters me again from this new angle, I cry out at the depth of the sensation. His body covers mine completely, his chest pressed against my back, his weight supported on his forearms to avoid crushing me. The feeling of being surrounded by him, filled by him, is overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Is this okay?" he asks, always checking, always making sure I'm with him.

"Yes," I manage to gasp. "Don't stop."

He doesn't. His movements become more focused, more deliberate, each thrust drawing sounds from me I didn't know I could make. When my release comes, it sweeps through my entire body in waves that leave me trembling beneath him. Lewis follows moments later, his body tensing above mine, my name a hoarse cry on his lips as he finds his own climax inside me.

For several moments afterward, we lie just as we are, his weight a comforting pressure on my back, both of us catching our breath. Eventually, he shifts to the side, drawing me against his chest in a way that feels as intimate as what we just shared.

"That was..." he begins, then shakes his head, apparently at a loss for words.

I smile against his shoulder. "Yeah. It was."

His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, my hand resting over his heart, feeling its steady beat. The late afternoon sun slants through the window, painting golden stripes across the bed and our intertwined bodies.

"I've never done anything like this before," I admit finally. "Meeting someone and then... this." I gesture vaguely at our naked forms.

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