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Blinking at him, she smiled. "I did."
Gibson got up off of his chair and moved to her side.
Kay turned toward him as he got down on his knees.
He put his hands on her knees and moved them up and under the long nightshirt that she'd put on after her shower.
"I like that you called this place home for me, Kay."
She drew in a gasp as he moved his hands over her thighs and around to her ass.
"It feels like silk."
She smiled at him. "It's just really soft cotton."
"Yeah?"
He pulled her to the edge of the chair as he moved between her thighs. Gibson withdrew his hands and lifted the hem of her night shirt. "Lift up, honey."
Kay leaned forward and he moved her shirt out from under her and when she sat back, he lifted the front of her shirt until he could drop that behind her head. That kept the shirt on her shoulders but left her chest bare to his gaze.
Her nipples were tight, full and swollen at the tips, darker than her tan skin.
Her hands fell on his shoulders and her eyes fixed on his.
"I do want you to think of this place as your home, Gibson. I... I can't imagine this house without you."
He leaned in and breathed across one of her nipples and watched it tighten with the stimulus.
Then he turned and blew his warm breath across her other nipple.
She sucked in a breath as he brushed his lips across her skin before he opened his mouth and drew her into his mouth.
"Oh..." Kay leaned into him, her fingers digging into his back, bringing him closer. "Wow..."
He smiled against her breast and used his tongue to make her breathless.
What else could he do?
After all, he was home.
FOURTEEN
Gibson foundhimself smiling a little more than normal at work, which was something that the other firefighters noticed.
Including the Chief and his family.
Gloria Campanelli liked to come in every few weeks and cook for them, especially on days when they were constantly on the move with calls.
As soon as they pulled onto the apparatus floor in the ladder truck, Pits commented on the smell.
"We're eatin' good tonight, boys!"
In the front passenger seat, Gibson turned to look at the other men in the cab of the truck. "Manners, boys."
Mats leaned forward and drew in a deep breath. "Magic. Smells like Missus Campanelli has graced us with her skill!"
The doors practically blew open when Pits put the truck in park and the men bailed out like they were on a sinking ship. Gibson slid down from his seat and called out as the men rushed inside trying to beat the rescue crew to the food. "Wash your damn hands!"
