Page 18 of Burn for Me
Kitty arched her back into his palms, loving the feel of his calloused hands against her skin. She tugged on his shirt, wanting to feel him under her hands, wanting no barrier. Reaching behind him, between his shoulder blades, he pulled the material over his head and tossed it aside, seeming to want no barrier either. Placing her hands back on his chest, Gray slid his hands back under her T-shirt and undid the clasp of her bra.
He was driving her slowly out of her mind. She lifted her arms when he pulled her shirt up so he could remove it. But before she could put her hands back on him, he leaned her back far enough to capture a plump, tightly furled nipple between his teeth. As he clamped down, firmly but gently, Kitty was sure she was going to come out of her skin. She was so wet for him already she was surprised he couldn’t smell her arousal. Sheachedfor him. Moaning low in her throat, she held on to him, wrapping her hands around the beautifully defined muscles of his arms.
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Standing on the sidewalk,staring up at her window, they ranted to themselves. Her betrayal cut deep. That should be them up there. Not that upstart fire investigator. Who does he think he is? He’s done nothing but cause them anguish. She was theirs until he’d come along and interfered, damn it! They had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but it seemed there was no other option now.
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He felther moan all the way through him. Already so hard for her, he thought he’d come out of his skin. He had to get inside her. Inside her sweet, gentle goodness he was getting to know. But he was also coming to realise under all that there was a bit of a wild child. He couldn’t wait to coax her out to come and play.
Reaching between them, he slid the zip of her jeans down and pushed his hands into the back of her pants. When his fingers encountered all that glorious flesh exposed by her thong, he couldn’t hold back a moan of his own.
Gray murmured huskily against her lips, “God, Kitty, I need you so badly I can almost taste it.” He kneaded the firm globes beneath his hands.
At his words, Kitty ran her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes liquid pools of need. Gray followed the little pink tip’s progress and felt himself harden even more, almost painfully. What was it about this woman that pushed all his buttons? He’d seen his share of beautiful women. Even had his fair share. But there was just something special about Katherine Spence that got him all wound up.
Laying her out on the couch, he stretched out beside her, partially lying on the cushions so as not to crush her with his weight. Sliding his hands out of the back of her jeans, he slid one hand down the front of them and paused as his hand lay over her mound.
“Kitty, be very sure this is something you want. I know we’ve only known each other a short while, but if this progresses to full-blown sex, there’s no going back. This is not a quick fuck for me. If we do this, I’ll want more. You need to be sure this is something you want too.”
Her only reply was to reach up and softly place her lips on his. When she ran the tip of her tongue lightly over his bottom lip, he slid a finger down and over her clit, mimicking the movement. Her hips shifted restlessly beneath his touch.
Rubbing over the tight bundle of nerves, he growled, “I have to have you, baby. I want to taste you so bad.”
Kitty pushed gently on his chest as she worked herself out from under him. Rising gracefully, she led him down the hall into her bedroom.
Kitty closed the door behind them. Settling his palms against the closed door on either side of her head, he leaned in to kiss her. Before she could catch her breath, he picked her up and carried her over to the bed. He lowered her gently before he stepped back to discard the rest of his clothing.
Kitty biting her lip as he watched her watching his every move made him all kinds of hot.
“Honey, if you keep biting on your lip like that, I can’t be held responsible for what I do. It’s incredibly sexy. Drives me crazy, every damn time.”
She gave him a slow smile and murmured, “What’s taking so long?”
“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” he drawled. Kitty just bit her lip in reply.
The rest of his clothes came off in a rush, and she barely had time to admire the beauty of him in all his ripped, naked glory. Climbing onto the bed, he reached for her.
“You’re wearing way too much clothing, baby. Let’s get you out of them, shall we?” His husky murmur in her ear sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.
As Kitty wriggled out of her pants and thong, she had a moment’s doubt. She was curvy. Not all cut like some of the woman she saw at the gym on the days she actually had the time and energy to go. Would he be put off that she was soft and had curves, not cut and buff like gym bunnies? As if he sensed her thoughts, Gray ran a hand down her sides and around to the curve of her ass, humming low in his chest.
“Gorgeous. There’s nothing more beautiful than a woman that looks like a woman should. Curves for a man to hold on to.” His breath feathered over a nipple. The soft exhalation of air caused the tight little pebble to tighten more, pouting for attention. And he seemed only too happy to oblige. Nipping gently, he ran a soothing tongue over the bud in his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked her in deeper.
With a soft cry, she arched into him, silently begging for more. Gray let the tightened bud slip out of his mouth, before he repeated the action on the other one. Working his way down her body, taking his time, he dropped gentle kisses on her skin until he reached the core of her femininity. Using his thumbs, he parted her swollen lips and groaned.
“So wet. Damn woman, you’re killing me here. I’m trying to make this good for you, but when I see you so ready for me...”
She was wet and swollen, so aroused she was ready to climb out of her skin.
He ran his finger over her clit, and she arched off the bed, moaning softly. Kitty pushed her fingers into his hair to anchor herself against the myriad emotions. Using his tongue, he continued to lavish attention on her clit. He added a finger to her tight channel, rubbing against the sweet spot. Kitty writhed beneath him, her core slick with her desire.
As he inserting another finger, Gray curved them to hit the sweet spot again.
“You’re so tight. God, it’s going to feel so good, but I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
“Gray,” she whimpered.
