Light up the Night (Firehouse Three #2)(25)

She matched his tongue stroke for stroke, their kiss deepening, her pink lips pressed against his mouth hungrily. Drake groaned deep in his chest as her delicate nails dragged across his bare shoulders.

In a quick movement, he laid back across her bed, pulling her down atop him. The end of her bouncy brown ponytail tickled his ear as she adjusted her position, her sweet thighs parting as she straddled him. His belly tensed as he felt the heat of her delicious core. Her skin was warm all over, but the intense heat there seemed to beckon him most.

But, he’d promised. So he kept his wandering hands confined to her upper half. And since he wasn’t wearing a bra, he let his hands find the clasp of hers. Fumbling for a moment—because her kisses were becoming wilder, hungrier, and he could only do so much at once—he finally released the catch. The straps slid down her shoulders. She tore her mouth away for a moment as he yanked the plain white cotton bra aside and tossed it away.

“Sweet holy Jesus,” Drake said as he stared up at her.

She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, straddling his belly, her hands splayed across his chest. Her mouth was swollen and pink, her eyes a brilliant, hungry blue, her dusky nipples erect on small but perfectly shaped breasts. As if she knew what a sensual picture she presented, she lifted up slightly, her gaze never leaving his mouth.

“You have the most beautiful breasts,” he said as his hand crept up her belly. For a long, poignant moment, he wondered if she would stop him. She’d been so nervous before, so hesitant. Would his touch on her breast be the thing that broke the spell between them?

Whether or not it ended things when they’d just begun, he couldn’t deny either of them the pleasure.

Her sharp intake of breath as his palm covered her breast made blood surge to his groin. He propped one leg up behind her as he felt her, the softness, the weight, the taut pebble of her nipple.

“That feels so good,” she said, leaning forward to press her breast harder into his palm. She bit her lip and he raised his other hand to touch her. She covered his hands with her own, helping him squeeze her flesh as her hips swiveled against him.

She wanted him, and Christ help him, with every breath and heartbeat he wanted her more too.

When he’d finally split with Belinda, he’d gone a little crazy with picking up women in bars, hooking up with casual acquaintances. After all, he’d been with the girl since high school, and he wasn’t the type to screw around on anyone, not even Belinda at her worst. Kicking up his heels had been amazing.

But this? This was nothing like those quick, dirty hookups. This was real.

This was heaven.

The heat was building inside him, and she leaned down to kiss him again without breaking the contact of his hands and her breasts. But he wanted to feel her body against his, and as delicious as this was, it wasn’t nearly enough. He pulled away and, with a quick movement, flipped her onto her back. She squeaked in surprise, her eyes opening wide.

“Take off your panties,” he said as he pulled his shorts and underwear off. He stood at the edge of the bed, his erection hard and throbbing. He didn’t move for a moment, letting her look her fill. She hadn’t yet fulfilled his request, but he didn’t doubt that she would. He could be patient, even though his body was urging him to sink inside her at this very second.

“You’re—big.”

The compliment was nice, but the slight nervousness in her eyes wasn’t. Even still, she lifted her hips and wriggled her panties down over her knees.

At the sight of the small, neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair at the apex of her thighs, Drake nearly lost his grip. The tip of his dick had gone damp at the thought of sinking into her, feeling that wet heat grip him, her sweet body welcoming him home.

Condom. Don’t be an *, and find a f*cking condom.

He knelt beside the pile of clothes he’d dropped on the floor and felt for the pockets of his shorts. Damn it, where the hell was it?

“Here,” Everly said, yanking open the bedside table. “I’ve got one.”

He glanced down at the small, weathered foil packet she handed him. “Thanks.”

It was almost like the first f*cking time he’d ever used one of the things, his hand shook so bad. The whole time he rolled on the latex sheath, he was keenly aware of Everly’s eyes on him, desperate to get back to touching her beautiful body and kissing every square inch of her. Once it was on, she raised her arms to him, and he was there beside her in an instant.

Kissing her, touching her, laying over her, Drake was amazed. He’d known this would be good, but he hadn’t been prepared for how good. Had known that he wanted her, but hadn’t known just how much. Had known his body and hers would fit, but was unprepared for how well. She matched him, kiss for kiss, touch for touch, moment for moment. And when her hips raised up against him, clearly seeking his aching cock, he raised his head and looked down at her.

“Are you ready, baby?”

“Please, Drake,” she whispered against his chest. “Please, come inside me.”

He didn’t need any other invitation. With a slow, deep movement, he nudged inside the delicious, wet heat of her.

Her breath burned him as much as the sweet grip of her internal muscles did. For a moment, he stayed still, reveling in the delicious tightness around his cock. But then she shuddered and arched her back, and he was lost in the feel of her.