Page 21 of The Problem with Fire
He leaned in until his breath was warm against my ear. “I like you, Monroe,” he repeated, his voice low and sexy and incredible.
“You…uh, you do?” I asked breathlessly, because let me tell you. I. Was. Breathless.
This was crazy, and I wasn’t thinking that in a self-depreciative kind of way. I was thinking it in the way anyone would when a good-looking, six-pack-having, sexy firefighter claimed he was attracted to an older, less-than-firm, decent-looking, middle-aged woman.
Sayer’s lips touched the delicate skin right below my ear before saying, “Yeah, I do. I’ve liked you for a long time, Monroe.”
Sweet.
Baby.
Jesus.
His hand wrapped around the flank of my waist and squeezed just enough to make me wet all over. My hands few to his chest and I twisted the fabric of his shirt in my grip.
It’s been three years since a man’s hands have been on me.
“Sayer…” I didn’t mean for his name to come out sounding like a moan, but that’s exactly what it was.
“Baby,” he whispered against my skin, and there was no way I wasn’t going to make this horrible mistake.
I’ve been doing the right thing for the past three years. I’ve been doing nothing but what I think has been best for Leta and our new lives. I’ve been good damn it. I’ve been…I deserved this. I deserved a night of not being inside my mind for once.
I deserved a night with Sayer Hayes.
“Sayer, I-”
“Say yes, Monroe,” he said between the kisses he was peppering against my delicate skin. “I’m not sure how much more I can take, baby. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t have you soon.”
I knew the rules. I knew you weren’t supposed to take what anyone said in the heat of the moment to heart, but his words made the back of my eyes burn. They felt like a soothing balm over the burns of an old rejection. Sayer Hayes was the sexiest thing walking the earth, and here he was, telling me how much he wanted me. He was making me feel wanted when I’d gotten over the feeling of being unwanted a while back.
“Say yes, Monroe,” he demanded this time. “Say yes, so I can show you everything I’ve been dreaming about for the past two months.”
Say yes.
His other hand came off the wall and slid over my shoulder until it was cupping the back of my neck. His hand felt like live fire, and I knew there was going to be no turning back for me.
I was going to do this.
He pulled back until his eyes were on mine. I could feel my pulse thumping in my neck and in between my legs with the fierceness of his stare. “I want you, Monroe,” he said, his voice raspy and dark. “I don’t want to be a liar. I want to be able to say that you’re in my bed every night when you don’t have Leta, and it be the truth.” I closed my eyes, and my chest felt like it’d been kicked in.
This wasn’t a one-night stand.
“Sayer-”
“Look at me, Monroe,” he insisted. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes, and there was no mistaking he dark desire in his eyes. There was no faking that. No matter how it came to be, Sayer Hayes wanted me. His attraction for me was real. And I was going to take advantage of that for however long this lasted. I didn’t need forever. I’d already had that promise broken. What I wanted with Sayer was a right now. I chance at not being lonely. A chance to get out there and feel something different from the same avoidance I’ve been feeling for the past three years.
The man staring down at me, like he wanted to devour me, was going to change all that.
“Baby, I don’t care about dinner, or a movie, or a walk in the park.” His hand snaked its way in my hair, and it fisted in the sexiest thing I have ever felt. I’d never been with an aggressive man before. “I want to strip you naked and spend all night fucking you hard and deep.”Oh, God.“I want to bottom out so deep in that pussy of yours that you’ll never get me out.”
I groaned.
“I want to take you every way imaginable,” he continued. “I want you beneath me, raking your nails down my back. I want you on top of me, riding my cock as I watch your tits bounce.” My panties were soaked, and blood started rushing through my ears. “I want you bent over in front of me, forcing you to take every inch of my cock.”
“Oh, God…” I moaned, picturing every word in my sex-deprived mind.
