Page 59 of My Grumpy Fire Chief Next Door
He takes control, pinning me against the wall as he kisses my neck, sending shivers of pleasure down my spine. My heartbeat races as he hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him hard against me.
“I need to see you…” He growls against my throat.
I lean into his chest and away from the wall so he has enough access to reach around and unzip my dress. He finally lets my feet touch the ground again so the dress can slip down my body, revealing the matching lingerie I picked up while shopping earlier.
He gives a low whistle, taking in my curves, and I know at that moment that I chose it because of him.
My heart races, and my breathing becomes shallow as his hand slides from my knee up my thigh, causing me to gasp at the warmth of his touch.
His eyes darken at my reaction, shifting to kiss me deeply once more before leaning down to trace his tongue along mycollarbone. My hands roam over his muscular back, gripping his shoulders as his fingers dance along my skin.
Suddenly, he pulls away and steps back, holding out his hand for me to follow.
I take it and allow him to lead me to his bedroom. The room is dark, and he doesn’t bother with the switch. The air holds a clean, woodsy trace—like fresh laundry and cedar, with something warmer beneath it, something that’s just him.
He pulls me close, and his hand comes around to unhook the bra and let my breasts ease into their resting state, his fingers leaving a trail of fire in their wake. I shiver as he allows the bra strap to slide over my shoulder before falling, leaving me in just my panties.
Even in the dark, I can feel the hunger in his fingers, and I can feel the anticipation build between us.
He pushes me back onto the bed gently and spreads my legs.
“You smell heavenly.” I can feel the warmth of his breath on my core, and I let out a soft moan. He teases me, tracing circles with his tongue over my panties.
"I want to taste you," he growls, and I nod eagerly before remembering he probably can’t see me.
He hooks his fingers into the sides of my panties and pulls them down my legs, throwing them to the floor. Then, I can feel his hot breath on me again, and I can’t help but whimper, my body shaking with desire.
His tongue traces a path from the top of my slit to the bottom, circling my clitoris in a rhythm that makes me moan louder. He groans before pressing his mouth against me further, his tongue delving deeper inside me.
It’s a sensation unlike any I’ve ever felt before, and I can’t help but squirm, grabbing onto the sheets as I arch my back. I thought the last time he ate me out was heavenly, but this feels a hundred times better.
Noah’s hands roam over my breasts, tugging and pinching my nipples roughly as he continues to tease me with his mouth. I writhe beneath him, the pleasure building inside of me as I gasp and moan.
He pulls away for a moment, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from dragging his head back. "Do you like that?" he asks in a deep voice that sends shivers down my spine.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Don’t stop.” That’s all he needs before returning to his position.
He wraps his mouth around my clitoris, and I can immediately feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. He must have sensed it, too, because he slips a hand down between my legs, plunging two fingers deep inside me as he continues to lick and suck at my clit.
I’m close, so close that I can hardly breathe as I feel the orgasm beginning to build, tightening every muscle in my body.
With a loud cry, I tumble over the edge and shatter beneath his touch, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me, my body spasming with the force of my climax.
Noah continues to finger me, and I know he can feel me tremble, drawing out the pleasure until I can no longer hold on.
“Please…stop,” I gasp. “I need to breathe.”
He raises his head and climbs the bed so he’s beside me, his calloused hands sliding along my waist and up to my breasts, where he cups them gently in his hands.
His hands roam over my curves, pulling me closer, like he needs me against him to keep breathing. The ache between my legs sharpens, and I press into him, craving more.
He leans in, his voice rough at my ear. “You undo me, Katie. Every time. I don’t know what the hell to do with that.”
I kiss him deeply, my hands roaming his chest, mapping the muscle beneath. His erection presses into my hip, hard andurgent, and I want him inside me with a need that borders on desperate.
Without breaking the kiss, I push him back and climb on top of him. His groan vibrates against my lips as I grind down on him—wet, aching, shameless. The friction alone makes me shiver. I drag myself along the hard line of his arousal.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hands clamping around my hips.
