Light up the Night (Firehouse Three #2)(48)

“Drake,” Everly said, her fingers tangling in his hair and her hips lifting slightly as his tongue trailed down her belly. He left no doubt where he was heading when his hands delved underneath her legs to cup her ass, his shoulders spreading her thighs wide.

“Oh God,” she whispered as he settled himself between her thighs.

Her knees were wide apart, the beautiful lips of her slightly parted, revealing the glistening pink inner flesh inside. She was so wet, and getting wetter the longer he looked at her.

He didn’t move for long moments. He wanted her to know that he was looking, that he found her beautiful down there. He wanted her to feel his breath blowing across her slit, feel his hands lifting her toward him, feel the magnitude of this moment.

This was the first time they’d done this, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be the last.

“May I taste you?”

He looked up at her face as he asked the question. Her eyes were open wide, the whites of them looking extra-bright in the gray light of the rainy day that spilled through the windows.

“Are you sure you want to?”

He leaned forward, burying his face in her inner thigh, licking and biting the flesh just outside her core. She shuddered, crying out, gripping the couch cushions as her hips bucked in response.

“Does that feel like I’m sure?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, you believe I’m sure, or yes, I can taste you?”

He wanted her to want this as badly as he did. His cock was nearly vibrating from the hot, surging blood in his veins, but he wouldn’t move a damn muscle until she expressly asked him to.

It was non-negotiable for him.

“Yes, you can taste me.”

He didn’t need a f*cking Evite.

Blue Bell wished they made something this sweet and delicious.

Everly’s cry of surprise and passion would go down in his history as one of his single favorite sounds ever. He licked her from top to bottom and back again, parting her with his hands and exploring every bit of her swollen, quivering core. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she cried out again as his lips sealed over her clit.

The little nub was rigid and hot, and he carefully laved it with his tongue. Listening to her body, he found a rhythm that she liked. Swirl with the tongue, then lick, lick, and suck. Repeat until she tried to rip his hair out by the roots, and then intensify.

When her cries hit a pitch and stayed there, and her hips worked furiously against his mouth, he moved a hand below his chin. Breaching her with two fingers, he timed his insertion to the lift of her hips.

She exploded, her screams echoing off the vaulted pine ceiling.

When she collapsed, boneless, against the couch cushions, he rose on his arms. Keenly aware of her eyes on him, he slowly, deliberately, licked his lips and smiled.

She raised her arms to him, begging him without words to come to her.

He was only too happy to oblige.

Rolling on the condom was a split-second job, and he was soon nestled right back into his second home—between her thighs.

“Please,” she said, her hips shifting against him. “I want you inside me.”

“Everly,” he said, and then he was inside her and as good as lost.

His hips pounded against her, unconsciously echoing the rhythm he’d found with his tongue on her clit. Her core gripped him, her inner walls slick and hot and squeezing the life into him. This, with her, was all he’d ever need.

With her ankles locked behind him, and her beautiful breasts bouncing with the rhythm, he wasn’t going to last long.

“Come for me,” she whispered, but the command might as well have been shouted.

It was that effective.

The tingle in his lower back and balls intensified to a near-painful level, and his cock got so hard his vision blurred. With one last, deep, thrust, and a hoarse groan, he poured himself deep into her.

God, he loved this woman.

Long moments later, when they’d finally managed to catch their breaths, Drake pressed a sweet kiss to her lips and they each pulled their clothes on. They didn’t need to say anything, and the silence was as sweet as the loving had been.

Drake wondered if it would always be this way. This comfortable, this right, this perfect. He hoped so. Everly was more than he ever could have wished for, so ideal for him in every way.

“Look,” she said, turning that beautiful smile his way. The expression made his breath catch in his throat. She had no idea how incredible she was, how deeply she made him feel. But he was going to tell her, and very, very soon. “The rain has stopped. We can go take that walk after all.”

“Looks like it’s just in time for the sunset, too.” Drake got to his feet and pulled Everly up beside him. “I’ll grab the leashes.”

As he walked through the living room, its simple, country furnishings offset by beautiful, golden, knotty pine paneling, he took several deep breaths.

This shouldn’t be that hard. Everly might have taken a few days to warm up to the idea of being together, but ever since that night he’d brought Gossamer home, they had been nearly inseparable. She had leaned on him when those mysterious accusations had appeared, and he’d been glad to be a listening ear. Not to mention wanting to track down whoever had written them and go medieval on their asses.

When he was on shift, they texted each other at every opportunity. And when he was off? They stayed at his place or hers, all their dogs scrambling for space at the foot of the bed, and settling for couch time when they realized there wasn’t room for them when the human were rolling around.