Light up the Night (Firehouse Three #2)(41)

“That’s not true,” Everly said, looking up into his eyes. Damn, her beautiful blue stare was magnetic, drawing him in. “You’re smart, and you would have figured it out. Honestly, you didn’t need half of the stuff you got tonight.”

“I like to take care of my own,” he said, wrapping one arm around Everly’s waist. “And now that little dog is my own.”

“She doesn’t know how lucky she has it.” Everly’s voice was becoming breathy, and she leaned in to him, just slightly. “You’re something else, Drake Hammerfell.”

“So are you,” he whispered, just before he kissed her.



She’d been trying very hard to pretend that she was just being friendly. That she was helping Drake get his new dog settled, since he obviously needed the guidance. That this was no more than anyone would do in her situation.

She was full of shit.

When his lips touched hers, all her previous ridiculous ideas burned up in the heat of her passion. His mouth possessed her, warm, inviting, not demanding, but asking her to come along with him and feel. She couldn’t help but ride the wave of sensation as it bade her to wind her arms around his neck, lean into him, and open her mouth to his questing tongue.

He groaned as she tasted him, matching him stroke for stroke. Her fingers tangled in the short, wavy hair at the back of his head, and his hands fell to her hips and brought her in.

All her senses were possessed. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her. Fear had melted away, uncertainty, the belief that things were just too difficult to work out. It was all gone. Drake had single-handedly convinced her, with his gentle persuasion, and how could she possibly do anything but be with him in this moment?

Simple. She couldn’t.

Together they fell to the bed, entwined close as a breath, quiet as a heartbeat. Her body shivered with anticipation as his broad hand found the hem of her shirt and lifted it higher, slowly exposing her back to the cool air of the bedroom. She tore her mouth away from his long enough to help him remove her shirt.

God help her, she wanted to be naked with him again.

His eyes lit with a dark, sensuous fire as she slid the straps of her bra down her arms. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her with him so that she straddled his hips as the plain cotton fell from her chest and her breasts were revealed.

Power thrummed through her as she splayed her hands on his chest, her hair sliding forward off her shoulder as she leaned down. She was in charge here, and the feeling was so new, so heady, she wasn’t sure what to do first.

Drake solved that riddle for her by lifting his own shirt over his head and tossing it away. His bare chest presented a world of possibilities that she was dying to explore. God, those muscles fired her up like a four-alarm blaze.

His fingers dug slightly into her hips as she pressed her lips to his collarbone, nipping the skin lightly. Her kisses trailed lower, fire glowing in her belly as he shifted beneath her. His cock was hardening against her core, the jeans they both wore not hiding his erection in the slightest.

So he liked this? Good. She was going to do much, much more.

Her tongue darted out and teased his flat, masculine nipple. His breath caught on a groan.

“Everly,” he said, his back arching slightly under ministrations. “Baby girl, you keep this up and I’m going to find it hard to take it slow.”

“What if I don’t want you to take it slow?” She moved off of him and unbuttoned his jeans, the rasp of the zipper loud in the otherwise quiet room. He lifted his hips for her as she pulled the fabric down and off of him.

Good Lord. She had forgotten how delicious he looked. The bulge in his dark green boxer briefs was begging for her touch, for her kiss, for her body to worship his.

And she was so f*cking ready.

“Your wish is my command.” His statement was nearly a growl, and her heart tripped over its beat as he raised up, yanked off his boxer briefs, and stripped her just as quickly. Strong arms were her sensual prison as he pressed her into his bed, hands questing over her fevered skin.

His mouth took hers, a sensual onslaught she was more than ready for. Her body wept for him, her core throbbing with want, dampness slicking her skin as she thought of the sweet invasion of his cock to come.

God, she couldn’t remember why this had frightened her before. Drake was everything, and she wanted him so badly that she couldn’t think anymore. Feeling was everything, and Drake’s muscular body pressing her into the covers, his hands caressing her breasts, then her ass, and then delving between her spread thighs to part her sensitive nether lips, were all she could feel.

When his finger dipped inside her, she cried out, arching against him.

“Sssh,” he said, pressing his lips to the soft ridge of her ear. “Stay with me, baby. Let me make you come.”

As his finger gently breached her, his thumb flicked her clit. In, and out, his thumb drawing lazy circles around that hard, throbbing, tender nub, his teeth grazing her ear, her lower belly tightening to the point of pain. Everly couldn’t think. Her breath came in pants, her fingers dug into the hard, taut muscles of his shoulders, and his hips pumped sinuously against her thigh as he worked her.

The tension built within her, echoed in her cries as his hand quickened between her thighs. He added a second finger inside her, stretching her, filling her, but not deep enough, it wasn’t enough. She wanted his cock.