Page 49 of Wildfire
Fire call
I don't know where my phone is, and as my body wakes up while I look for it, I notice how sore I am. Down there.
We'd gone ape shit on each other. After the first round, I passed out, but I remember waking up at least two more times and crawling on top of him. Memories start flooding back, and I feel my vag respond.
I need tea and a shower before I can do anything aboutthat. But what Ireallywant to do is to text Cole to make sure he is okay. I know he's a professional, but that doesn't make it any less scary.
I find my jeans with my phone in the back pocket and text. Then I steep a pot of English Breakfast, throw on some clothes, and drag my ass over to my apartment with a giant mug in my hand. No matter what happened between us, it is time for me to prepare to leave. I'll take a shower and then start some laundry. That is a positive and easy step forward.
I finish my shower and lay down on my bed for a minute. A knock on the door startles me, and I realize I've fallen back asleep. I throw on a robe and answer the door, knowing it is Cole.
"Hi." His dark hair is mussed up from work, and his eyes are lustful.
"Hi. You're safe."
He steps inside and wraps his arms around me, inside my robe. His clothes are damp from sweat or maybe from fighting the fire, but all I feel is relief.
"I'm sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye."
"Duty calls. I get it."
"Not how I imagined the end of our first night together."
I pull back a few inches and quirk an eyebrow at him playfully. "You imagined our first night?"
"Renée," he growls. "I've imagined you in my arms every day since the moment I saw you walking down that road."
I bite my lip to prevent myself from saying something awkward I might regret. Instead, I say something cheeky: "Well, now that you've got me, what are you going to do with me?"
Rail me. That's the answer. Fuck me till I'm too tired to lift a finger to do my damn laundry.
"Hungry?" he asks an hour and three orgasms later.
"Considering I haven't eaten anything except your cock since last night, yes. I'm starving."
He shakes his head as he chuckles and rolls off the bed, then plants a kiss on my bare butt cheek. "Let's shower, and then I'll cook something."
I raise my hand for him to help me out of bed. He's fucked me senseless, and I can barely move my legs.
We shower, and I put on a loose cotton tank, skirt, and flip-flops. Then we walk over to his house to make some brunch.
I guzzle water and more tea while he starts prepping the food. I know we will have to talk about things, and I want to be caffeinated and hydrated before we do.
"So, Renée."
Here it comes.
"I want you to know that I support you and your decision, no matter what you decide to do."
"What I decide to do?"
"Well, we just…um…"
"Fucked?"
"I was going to say something more like made love all night."
I wince. Cole is right. What we did was much more than fucking, and I am making light of it. I am shutting myself down. I can feel it.
