She shrugged, arms crossed at her chest. My eyes dipped to the way her position made her cleavage swell just enough to cause a stirring in my pants.
“I’ve heard rescue squad guys are all macho men.”
“Oh yeah.”
She nodded. “Seen it in action when I was down at the firehouse, too.”
I took a step closer to the ledge, and sat against the raised part of the roof.
“You’re too close to the edge,” she gasped.
I turned, looking over my shoulder, noticing there was nothing supporting my back. “I’m fine. Come here.” My voice deepened. A sense of satisfaction engulfed me when she moved toward me like a moth to a flame. I opened my arms, pulling her by the waist to me. She placed her arms on my shoulders and lowered her forehead to mine.
“Are you some kind of adrenaline junkie?” she questioned.
I moved my head back an inch to be able to stare at her more clearly. “What made you ask that?”
“I Googled you.”
A smirk I couldn’t hide released on my lips.
She smiled back. “I couldn’t help it. You don’t take a lot of pictures with your family. But I did learn you were in the Army for eight years, special forces, before becoming a firefighter. You drive an expensive motorcycle. All signs point to you being some kind of adrenaline junkie.”
She attempted to pull away, but my hands held firm. I didn’t answer for a long while, instead staring up at her. Assessing the uncertainty in her eyes and the pout of her full lips.
“You’re wondering if this is some type of adrenaline high for me?”
She pushed out a breath and stared off into the dark sky behind me. “You know they say that people who hook up after enduring some type of traumatic event together are often just romanticizing the circumstances. They eventually fizzle out because the only thing that held them together was the trauma of their experience. There’s no real connection.” Her eyes lingered over my shoulder for a while before she turned back to me.
“You think that’s what’s happening here?”
“I don’t know.” She sighed.
“I do know,” I stated firmly, rising to stand over her. “I’ve been in enoughtraumatic circumstances, as you say, to know the difference between real and make believe when it comes to what I’m feeling.” I began walking her backwards to the nearest wall, loving the feeling of her body acquiescing to my movements. “I’ve rescued more people than I can count and not one of them has been up here on this roof with me. Not one of them has spent the night on my family’s estate with me and left me hungry for more. These experiences belong to you. So, to answer your question, no. You are not some type of adrenaline rush for me.”
She sighed, looking up at me when her back hit the brick wall at the other side of the roof. I pressed my full bodyweight into hers, moving my leg in between her thick thighs, parting them ever so slightly.
“Anything else you want to know?”
She nodded. “Everything. I want to know everything about you.” Her voice was breathless, just above a whisper. But I heard the begging in it. The need that matched my own.
I planted a kiss to her lips, taking my fill of her mouth when she opened up for me. Our tongues touched and teased one another, tasting, licking, and savoring our flavors. She tasted of the sake we’d had with dinner and sweetness, just like the pet name I’d given her. I moved lower, letting my lips trail down her neck, biting at the soft flesh there.
“Carter,” she whispered my name into the night air.
My hands moved lower to her waist, and I held firm as I lowered myself to my knees. I moved my hands down, underneath the slit of her dress and up her bare thighs until I reached the lace panties she wore. Driven by irresistible need, I tugged at the waistband of her panties, lowering them before pressing my nose against the short, curly hairs of her mound. I inhaled the scent of her arousal, already familiar with her unique smell from the previous Friday night. I heard my name again fall from her mouth, filled with such an intense need that I knew I had to satisfy the both of us. My mouth watered, lips itching to kiss her second pair of lips.
I parted her thighs with my hands, lifting one leg over my shoulder, and dipped my head, licking her where I desired most. Her hips jolted against my face, egging me on. I licked, touched, and devoured every inch I could reach before literally spelling out my name in her pussy. It was the last and only name this part of her body would ever need to know from here on out.
I moved both my arms under her thighs, placing her second leg over my shoulder. Holding her tightly against my face, I stood up fully, moving her entire body even higher against the wall.
“Carter!” She yelled my name out of ecstasy and fear.
I didn’t bother answering, as my mouth was otherwise occupied. Nor did I bother to let her down when both her hands went to the back of my head, keeping me right where I was. I wasn’t sure if she did so out of fear that I’d drop her, but she needn’t have worried about that. Right then, I knew I’d spent my entire adult life preparing to carry this woman in any way, shape, or form that she needed me. And when her mouth parted and she screamed out her orgasm, a sense of satisfaction I’d never known pelted my entire body. Only when she finished screaming and I’d had my fill of her, did I lower myself so her feet were on the ground. Even then, her drunkenness from my mouth was apparent when she lost her footing in her heels. I caught her, pressing her back against the wall and using my body to hold her upright.
“Easy, sugar,” I crooned in her ear.
“What’re you doing to me?” she whispered against my mouth.
