Page 758 of Hell Hath No Fury
With slow, deliberate movements, he began undoing the buttons of her shirt. Though it didn’t feel like acquiescence. Especially when he said, “Be more specific.”
She waited until the shirt hung open at her shoulders, when the cool air tickled her belly and the curve of skin above her bra got goose bumps. “Please touch me.”
He pressed a finger to the hollow at her neck, and she felt her pulse beat against him, struggling under the lightest weight. He trailed lower, over the faint ridge of her sternum, into the valley between her breasts. He tugged gently at the clasp, and it fell open. Her nipples tightened under his gaze.
He swallowed, glancing at the wide open doorway. “This one’s going to have to be fast. I can’t—“
“I understand. I don’t want you to get fired.”
“I can’t let anyone else see.” He traced the curve around the outside; his thumb swiped the tip. “As long as it’s up to me, no one else will see these.”
God, the things those words did to her were obscene. She wanted him to drag her into a cave by her hair. Maybe that was what they were doing anyway. This fire station was his cave and he had dragged her here with just a dab of curiosity, a sexy-now and maybe-someday thought.
Continuing his exploration, he drew a line down her stomach—and lower, lower, to hook into the waist of her jeans. Her breath quickened, the soft skin touching his knuckle on each rapid exhale. Beneath her jeans, her sex was becoming slick, ready for him. He knew too, judging by the look in his eye, sharp and sure.I know you.
Deftly, he undid her jeans and tugged, tugged, tugged them down to make shackles around her ankles.
She whimpered, and he looked up.
“How long has it been?”
Her eyes fell shut. “Two years. How long for you?”
He stood, his lips grazing over the curve of her ear. “Longer,” he whispered.
Though cloth still hung uselessly from her shoulders, she was essentially naked for him. The whole of her front was exposed. She felt him shift, and his sandpaper fingers sliding down her back and over her the curve of her ass. The vulnerability of her position clutched at her throat as strong as the smoke from yesterday, stealing her breath, making her eyes water and her body writhe. But there was no escape from this type of fire, no hero to save her when he was the flame.
His breath tickled her body in the moments before he consumed her totally, his mouth on her skin, his tongue devilish hot. Not the usual places—he touched her breasts but licked the indent under her ribs at her side. He pinched her nipples but ranhis tongue along the seam between her thigh and her hip.I know you.
She wanted to know him too, but she was trapped. Her sweaty palms were stuck to the metal bar, and the glue was his softly spoken order. He’d told her to hold on, and his command didn’t render her helpless, it made her stronger. She could dance on her tiptoes and bear weight on her arms because he wanted it.Shewanted it, this aching stretching precursor to what would surely be rough sex. Like the moments after a jump but before landing, her heart like a bass drum all the way down.
He turned away, and she could have died.
A few coats down, he reached up and rummaged through something she couldn’t see. “Come on, man,” he muttered. “Come through for me.”
“What are you doing?”
He shot her a wry look before holding up a small box. “We’re good to go.”
Condoms. She blushed, heat spreading across her chest and cheeks.
He seemed amused by her embarrassment, or maybe fascinated. He traced a leisurelySdown the reddish flush above her breasts.
She gasped, trying to play it cool. “You’re using someone else’s?”
“My partner.” His fingers found her nipple. Tweaked. “Don’t worry. I’ve saved his life a few times. We can call it even.”
Her eyes fell shut as he tugged and soothed in turns, bringing her back to the peak. She reveled in what she couldn’t see. Small sounds, the delicious sounds of a zipper being pulled down, of cloth being pushed aside. Her hips strained forward as if she could impale herself on the length he held. Just reach out and clasp him with her legs and pull him to her.
He released her, and cool air was like shards of glass where his hands had been. Peeking, she saw that he was watching her. Waiting. Stroking himself.
Goddamn his patience.
Ask nicely.
The whispered words slipped from her lips. “Please fuck me. Fuck me. I want to feel you, feel you, know you inside me. I’m going crazy without it.”
He pulled a condom from his back pocket. He tore open the seal. He placed it at the tip and rolled it back. His actions were deliberate. It wasn’t a seduction, it was something else. Waiting. Anticipating. Enjoying the burn.
