Page 9 of The Firefighter's Angel
“Nineteen,” I repeat, brushing my thumb along the apple of her cheek. “Then I guess it’s okay if I…”
I don’t even finish the sentence.
I crush my mouth to hers.
Her gasp is the last sound between us before everything melts away. Her lips are soft, trembling against mine, but when my tongue pushes between them, she opens for me like she was made for it.
Christ.
She tastes like heaven. Like honey and innocence and something that’s about to be mine forever.
My hands frame her face at first, but when she fists her little hands in my shirt and pulls, I lose it. I shove one hand into her hair, tugging her head back, taking her deeper. The other drops to her thigh, squeezing the soft flesh, dragging her forward until her legs hook over my hips.
Her little moans damn near break me.
I pull back only far enough to rasp, “You kiss like you’ve done this before, baby.”
She shakes her head, panting, eyes glazed. “N-no…I haven’t. Not like this.”
“Fuck,” I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. “You’re gonna wreck me.”
I step closer between her legs, grip her hips, and lift her off the seat just enough to settle her right against my cock, grinding up through my jeans. Her startled gasp turns to a needy whimper.
“You feel that, baby?” I murmur, grinding again. “That’s what you do to me. And I’m gonna make you feel good too.”
Her eyes go wide, her lips parting slightly, but she doesn’t pull away. Not even close. If anything…she shivers, her fingers digging into my biceps.
“Please…” she whispers, shaky, uncertain.
I drag my nose along her cheek, down to her neck. “Please what, baby? You want me to make you feel good? Want me to touch you?”
She bites her lip. “Yes, I…I want that.”
Oh, sweet fucking girl.
“Good.” I nip her throat. “Because you’re mine now. And I’m gonna take such good care of you.”
I slide my hands under her thighs and hoist her up, tossing her over my shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. She yelps, but it turns into a giggle as I slap her ass lightly.
“Daniel!”
I grin as that giggle turns into a moan when I let my fingers drift up higher between her thighs. She’s so soft and warm, and I can tell she’s already dripping for me.
Hauling her to the back of the truck, I lower the tailgate and set her down on the ledge. I stand between her spread legs, her little shorts pulled tight over the curve of her hips. My hands trail up the soft skin of her thighs, hook into the waistband, and I tug.
“Lift for me,” I growl.
She does, blushing shyly, eager, hips rising. Fucking offering herself like she knows exactly what this means.
“Good girl,” I praise, sliding her shorts and panties down in one smooth motion. She’s bare, glistening, soft. The sight steals my breath.
I grab one of her legs, toss it over my shoulder. The other hooks up on the side of the truck. Perfect. Spread wide. Ready for me to show her what pleasure means.
“D-Daniel…what are you—”
“Shh, baby,” I murmur, dragging my thumb through the wet, silky folds of her pussy. Her hips jerk in response, her thighs trembling slightly. “I’m just gonna taste my girl.”
The first swipe of my tongue sends her arching up with a strangled cry. So goddamn sweet. I lap her up like a starving man, sucking her clit into my mouth, flicking, teasing, loving every breathy sigh, every moan.
