Page 44 of Flirting With Fire
Meyer and I said our goodbyes, then hurried to get inside before we got waylaid again. Maybe Cal knew better than to interrupt us, but I didn’t trust that half the town might show up to ensure we were okay.
I set down the food on the kitchen table then turned to ask Meyer if he wanted to shower first. I almost crashed into him, my chest bumping against his solid frame. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me the way I hoped he would from now on.
Oh my, yes. This was what I wanted.
Meyer laughed breathlessly while running his palms up and down my body. “Phew, I thought they’d never leave.”
He cupped my ass with both hands and yanked me flush to him.
I groaned. “They were here for less than five minutes.”
“Exactly,” he said, staring down at me with hooded eyes. “It was like an eternity.”
I quirked a smile. “I never realized how popular I was until I was almost buried alive in a cave.”
“You might be well-liked by all, but only I get to have you,” Meyer whispered into my ear before slamming my back against the wall.
I gasped not only from surprise but from Meyer’s sheer strength. My body yearned for him, ached to have his hands on my naked skin, his dick in my mouth. He twined our fingerstogether then lifted my arms over my head, grinding his groin into mine, pinning me to the wall with his weight.
I was hard as nails. “Fuck, Meyer.”
“Exactly what I was going to say.” He let out a throaty chuckle as he lowered his head.
Meyer pressed our mouths together, teasing my lips apart, demanding entrance with his tongue. With each tilt of his head, he retreated before plunging in deeper, staking his claim with the heated kiss. His stubble scraped across my chin, my upper lip. I went boneless in his arms, allowing him to take me how he wanted.
He ended the kiss with one last swipe of his tongue, our breathing ragged as he rubbed his cheek against mine.
“What do you say we share that shower?” I whispered.
“Mmm…” Meyer scraped his teeth along my throat, driving me mad. “I think that’s a fantastic idea.” He continued licking and nibbling. “How’s your head?”
“Hard as fuck. I’m so horny for you.”
He pulled back, his brow wrinkling. “Your head injury is turning you on? I’m so confused.”
So was I until I realized that my lust-addled brain thought he meant my cockhead. Derp.
“Sorry. I thought you were referring to the tip of my dick.”
Meyer snorted. “I think we’d better get in that shower now. You’re clearly having an erotic emergency.”
I arched my eyebrows. “Oh? Is that on the official list of calls?”
He grinned as he lowered my arms. “Yes. It’s a Code 69.”
I rolled my eyes. “Seriously?”
Meyer winked as he tugged at my shirt sleeve. It was only then that I realized the seam at my shoulder was ripped. As he pulled me toward the living room, I noted that my favorite T-shirt was not only filthy but torn in several places.
Meyer paused once we hit the threshold of the kitchen. “Umm…” He chuckled. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Come on, big boy.” I grabbed his wrist as I moved past him. His firehouse shirt was as dirty as my tee but had otherwise escaped the cave unscathed. “Follow me.”
“With pleasure.”
Meyer’s sly smile sent a shiver skittering up my spine. As we made our way down the hall to the primary bedroom, my heart thudded, the anticipation of being skin-to-skin with Meyer at any minute almost too good to be true.
The large, wood-paneled room had once belonged to my parents and had remained much the same as when they were alive. I’d refused to enter it for a year after they were gone, but Kayla had insisted I should move in. She said it didn’t make sense to leave it unoccupied. Sis had a point, so other than changing the bedding and switching from the frilly drapes to slatted wood blinds, I’d left the rest as is.
