Page 46 of Flirting With Fire
I choke-coughed. “I’m not kidding about the recovery. It’s been a day.” At his fallen expression, I took his mouth in another heated kiss. I broke away but remained close. “Plus, I think we can do a little better than a rug for your poor knees.”
He brushed our noses together. “Are you inviting me to your bed?”
I waggled my eyebrows. “Follow me to the bedroom and find out.”
We both laughed, stealing another kiss before I shut off the water. After getting out of the tub and drying each other off, I tugged on Meyer’s hand, anxious to live up to the promise of bringing him to my bed.
I lay back on my pillow, the room warm enough that I didn’t need to get under the covers. Meyer still hadn’t climbed into bed but was standing at the edge, gazing down at me.
“What?” I drew my eyebrows together as a wave of modesty washed over me. I felt exposed beneath his intense gaze. “Is something wrong?”
Clearly, I still needed to get past my worry about him running away from me. I knew I was being ridiculous. This wasn’t high school anymore.
Meyer smiled. “Nothing could be more right.” His expression fell, and my stomach clenched. “I’m sorry.”
Now I was the one who was confused. “What for?”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have given you such a hard time when I first got here.”
I snorted. “I wasn’t exactly Mr. Friendly Pants myself.” I patted the spot next to me. “Come on. Don’t turn down my invitation.”
Meyer gave a little nod then joined me. Once he’d lain down, he pulled me closer, and I rolled on my side, scooting up a little so I could lock eyes with him.
“Just so you know,” I began, “I’ve been scared that I might say or do the wrong thing to chase you away. If I hadn’t already been sitting when you confessed everything to me in the cave, I would’ve fallen over.” I reached up to brush some damp strands of hair from his forehead. “It might take me a bit to absorb thatit’s how you’ve always felt about me.” I chuckled. “That you don’t despise me.”
Meyer pressed a quick kiss to my lips. “Couldn’t happen.”
He placed his hand on my hip, resting it there but tracing lazy circles on the bone with his thumb. My cock jumped, and the corners of his mouth lifted.
“I think you’ve recovered enough.”
I drew in a breath to respond, but Meyer stole my words the moment his warm lips met my skin. He trailed tiny kisses from my throat to my belly, each touch like a spark bringing me to life. Every kiss brought my nerves more alive, my need sharper.
Meyer's lips traced lower, his breath hot against my abdomen. I tangled my fingers in his hair, my chest rising and falling rapidly as desperation coursed through me. My cock was fully hard again, and I supposed Meyer must be magic.
“Meyer,” I breathed, my voice husky.
He glanced up at me, his eyes dark. “Looks like you’re ready to cowboy up after all.” Meyer's lips hovered just above my aching cock, and I was on the brink of demanding he suck me right this second.
I let out a long moan. “You’re such a tease.”
“Only when I want to be.” With a wicked grin, Meyer lowered his head and took me into his mouth. I gasped at the sensation, my hips bucking involuntarily. His tongue swirled around the tip before he took me deeper, and I thought I might combust from the pleasure.
I tightened my fingers in his hair as he worked me with his mouth, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing licks. Each movement sent waves of ecstasy through my body, building the pressure low in my belly.
“Meyer,” I gasped, “I'm close...”
He hummed around my cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through me. I arched my back, fighting to hold on justa little longer, to savor every exquisite moment. Meyer grasped my hips, holding me steady as he increased his pace. His tongue danced along my shaft, pushing me closer to the edge.
With a strangled cry, I came undone, waves of intense pleasure washing over me as I spilled my cum down his throat. I fell limp, panting, while Meyer gently pulled off my cock. After burying his nose in the valley between my thigh and groin, inhaling deeply, he crawled back up my body and captured my mouth with his lips. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it sent a residual shiver through me.
“Holy cow. That was...” I trailed off, trying to form words after such a brain-destroying orgasm.
Meyer chuckled, nuzzling my neck. “Speechless? I'll take that as a compliment.”
I rested my head on Meyer’s chest, his thudding heart beating beneath my ear. He cradled me close, and if ever I were to describe a perfect moment in my life, this would have to be it.
We lay in silence, and a sudden wave of exhaustion enveloped me. While the hot shower had helped with my sore muscles, the events of the day were beginning to catch up with me. My body had been through both amazing and grueling activities.
