Page 11 of Wrong Number, Right Firefighter
His fingers brushed over the damp silk of my panties, and I gasped into his mouth. The teasing pressure was almost too much—almost. I arched against his hand, silently begging for more.
“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire.
His fingers slipped beneath the fabric, and the first direct touch of his skin against mine sent a shock of pleasure through me. I whimpered, my hips lifting instinctively, chasing his touch.
He didn’t make me wait. His fingers circled my clit, slow and deliberate, and I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets. Every stroke was electric, every flick of his wrist sending sparks through my veins. I’d never been touched like this. I’d never known how good it could feel.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low and dark.
I forced my eyes open, meeting his heated gaze as his fingers slid lower, dipping inside me just enough to tease. My breath hitched, my body clenching around nothing, desperate for more.
“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
He kissed me again, passionate and possessive, as his fingers pushed deeper, curling inside me in a way that made me see stars. My thighs trembled, my entire body tightening as pleasure coiled low in my belly.
“I—I’m going to—“ I choked out, but the words dissolved into a moan as his thumb pressed down on my clit, sending me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, wave after wave of white-hot pleasure, and I clung to him, my nails digging into his shoulders as I rode it out.
Before I could even catch my breath, he was kissing my neck, his hands tugging my panties down my legs and tossing them aside. His body settled between my thighs, his weight pressing me into the mattress in the most delicious way.
I could feel him—hard and thick—pressing against my entrance, and my heart pounded. This was it.
“Wait,” he groaned, pulling back slightly. “I don’t have a condom.”
I swallowed, my pulse racing. “It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
I’d snuck to do that while I was in college. No way would my parents have approved it. But they were offering free women’s wellness appointments on campus, so all I had to do was pay for the prescription.
His eyes darkened, his fingers tightening on my hips. “You sure?”
I nodded, biting my lip. “Yes.”
He exhaled roughly, then leaned down to kiss me again, slow and deep, as he nudged forward. The first stretch burned, asharp sting that made me gasp. He stilled instantly, his forehead pressed to mine.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained.
I nodded, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his back. “Just… go slow.”
He did. Inch by inch, he filled me, his breath hot against my lips as he groaned. The pain faded, replaced by a fullness that was almost overwhelming. When he was fully seated inside me, he stilled, letting me adjust.
I reached between us, my fingers finding my clit again, circling slowly. His gaze dropped to where we were joined, his jaw tightening at the sight.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he growled.
I whimpered as pleasure built again, my body tightening around him. He started to move then, shallow thrusts that had me gasping. Every drag of him inside me sent sparks through my veins, and when his hips met mine just right?—
“Oh, yes,” I cried out as another orgasm tore through me, my body clamping down around him.
He cursed, his rhythm faltering as he drove into me harder, deeper. “Camille—“ His voice was raw, broken.
Then he was coming, his hips jerking as he spilled inside me, his groan muffled against my neck.
We collapsed together, both of us breathless, sweaty, and utterly spent. His weight pressed me into the mattress, but I didn’t mind. I wrapped my arms around him, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it.
And as I lay there, tangled in him, in the mess we’d made, one terrifying thought crept into my mind.
I’m falling for him.
And I could only hope he wouldn’t break me.
