Fighting the Flames (Firefighter Romance #1)(25)

“Like what you see?” she echoed, putting her hands on her hips.

“Always have,” he said with a predatory smile. “God, you’re so beautiful.” Ryan guided her to the bed. She lay flat on her back; her supple body his for the taking. He started with her mouth, giving her a long, languid kiss before working down her neck and throat. She ran her fingers through his hair, and he groaned his approval. He continued his onslaught of kisses down the length of her body, pausing to swirl his tongue around her belly button.


Jess giggled. “That tickles.”

He grinned at her. “Well, allow me to do something that doesn’t tickle.” Ryan spread her shaved lips with his fingers and licked up one side of her folds and down the other. She gasped and bent her legs, planting her feet firmly on the mattress. That was fine with him. It gave him better access. He suckled on her and her hips jerked up off the bed. “Easy baby,” he crooned, draping one arm across her stomach to hold her in place.

“I can’t. It’s too good. Ah, Ryan. Yes, yes, yes...”

Ryan continued to lick her clit. It didn’t take long, and Jess was pushing herself into his face. “Mmm hmm.” He slid two fingers inside of her and flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking it into his mouth. Her thighs clamped around his head so tight, he thought he was going to suffocate, but he didn’t relent. Within moments, Jess was bucking and writhing and screaming his name. It was music to his ears to hear her cries of passion, to hear his name fall from her lips. Feeling her come, tasting her sweetness, was a jolt to his system.

Jessie’s thighs slowly parted, and Ryan brought his body over hers, his aching cock prodding at her entrance, eager for his turn to play. Her juices slickened his head, teasing him, and he wasn’t even inside her yet. But he knew once he was, it wouldn’t take him long. Ryan put his hands on either side of her head and looked down at her. “You taste so good, Jess,” he said, crushing his mouth over hers, letting her taste herself on his lips.

“Ryan,” she whispered against his mouth. “I need to feel you. Please. Now.”

The sound of her voice, low, seductive and needy, was his kryptonite. He caved every single time, and right now was no different. Her legs were spread, inviting him in, and he entered her in one fluid movement. It was easy considering how ready they both were. Her core enveloped him, her hot juices coating his erection. They moaned simultaneously when Ryan began to move inside her. “Damn, Jess.” He kissed her. “You feel so good. I’ve missed this so much.” He practically went cross-eyed at the feel of her walls tightening around him, holding him deep inside her. He could stay there forever. To him, it was home.

She moved beneath him. Her hips lifted, meeting him thrust for thrust. “God, Ryan,” she cried.

It dawned on him that he wasn’t wearing a condom. “Shit.” He stilled.

“No,” she whined. “Please. Don’t stop.”

She was begging again. He was so screwed. “No condom,” he said, even as he began to move again, withdrawing until nothing but the head remained tucked inside and then plunging all the way back in. Hard.

“I’m on the pill.” She wrapped her legs around him, tucked her feet under his ass, and then grabbed it with her hands, squeezing it, making it clear he wasn’t to stop again.

That was all he needed to hear, all caution thrown away. Ryan plunged into her hard and fast until they were both sweaty and breathless. He’d never had sex with her without wearing a condom before, and after this, he knew he would never wear one again. There was nothing like the feel of a woman wrapped around his cock with no barrier—especially this woman. She felt so good, it should be illegal. His mouth was on hers again as he pumped and thrust and pushed them over the edge into a perfectly timed, simultaneous orgasm. His whole body shook and he jerked violently as he came hard inside her. “Wow, Jess... Oh, my God...” he moaned, his hips still pumping even though he had nothing left to give. It was just so good he couldn’t bring himself to stop.

Jess cried his name repeatedly as her core clung to his erection, milking it for every last drop he had. Her fingernails dug into his back.

Ryan collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck. He showered her neck and shoulder with tiny kisses as they both took time to catch their breath. He used to have marathon sex with his ex-girlfriend, coming three or four times throughout, and all of those orgasms combined weren’t as intense as the one he’d just had with Jess. It blew his mind.

“Wow,” she said with a laugh. “That was...”

“I know.” He propped himself up and looked down at her. She was absolutely breathtaking. A wave of anger and sadness swept over him at the thought that he’d lost three years with her. And for what? He still had no idea. “Jess—”

“Don’t.” She drew a shaky breath. “Please don’t ruin this moment.”

“We’re going to have to talk about it sooner or later.”

“I know. And we will. I promise. Just not right now, okay?”

Yeah, like he could ever say no to her. He nodded. “Okay.” He pulled out of her and immediately wished he hadn’t. Ryan rolled away and brought her with him, tucking her into his side, her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead. “Stay with me tonight?”


“I can’t. I left my sister. She’s probably passed out on my couch by now, but she’ll worry if she wakes up and I’m not there.”