“I’m sure,” I insisted. “I’m a big girl, Butler. You’re just going to have to take my word for it.”
Korbin’s thumb brushed over my lips, and he smiled, pulling me against him with his free hand until we were molded into one person. We swayed gently back and forth in a slow dance in the middle of the floor, taken with one another, cherishing the utter bliss that came with the small moments like this, the moments I never wanted to fade.
“I love you,” he whispered, lips gently teasing my ear. “Thank you for giving this idiot another chance.”
“Yeah, well, you’re running out of chances,” I murmured. “So don’t screw this one up.”
A moan escaped my throat as Korbin parted my lips with his tongue. He kissed me gently at first, hesitantly, testing the waters before diving in. I closed my eyes as Korbin’s free hand went to the back of my head, securing me against him until a burning ember in my stomach smoldered with desire. Korbin’s hand stroked my thigh as we kissed, rough but still gentle and loving hands caressing my skin, lighting a fire in me that I wasn’t sure even existed.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Korbin whispered, pulling back to search my face with his eyes. He leaned forward, just a bit, one hand still on my thigh, and took my chin between his fingers. His thumb touched the side of my face, and I melted into him, unable to resist the temptation I had to cling to him and never let go. Then, he kissed me. Hard. Passionately. And I kissed him back, searching his mouth with my own, scooting closer to him until I was almost in his lap, surrendering myself to him.
Korbin’s hand slipped up my shirt from behind, his fingers caressing the warm skin on my back, sending my body into a shiver of pleasure, longing for his touch. Another moan of ecstasy escaped me as Korbin kissed my neck, his lips gently caressing the bare skin of my neck. He smiled, his fingers working at the clasps on my bra flawlessly, as though he’d been practicing every day. I’d only dated a few guys since him, but none of them had even come close to my experiences with the one and only Korbin Butler.
I threw my head back with a low moan as Korbin’s free hand slipped below the front of my shirt, fingers taking my nipple between them and squeezing, caressing. He stopped briefly to pull the shirt over my head and toss it aside, lips meeting mine once more in a desperate union. My fingers fumbled with his pants, hands trembling so that Korbin had to stop me. He worked at the hem of my pants and slid them down, around my ankles, so I could kick them off. Then, without saying another word, he picked me up and laid me back down on the couch, forcing my legs open as he ducked between them, slowly pulling my panties off. He kissed my mouth, then my neck, trailing his lips down my abdomen and between my legs, making me pant. My hips rose to meet him as his tongue flicked out, caressing me just like he used to, and my eyes fluttered shut as an overwhelming sensation of ecstasy overcame me.
“I’ve missed this,” he whispered, moving his head to kiss my lips again. His fingers worked perfectly against my clit as he slid them in and out, forcing my body to respond to his. He ducked his head again between my thighs and sucked the sensitive skin around my clit, tongue flicking out to drive me even harder.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, and one hand went down to tangle itself in Korbin’s hair, forcing his head down as my hips automatically rose to meet him.
“Shhhh,” he whispered, trailing his lips up the inside of my thigh.
I squirmed in desperation beneath him, wrapping my legs around his waist, pulling him into me as my hands slipped below his waist to finally loosen the button on his jeans. I pushed them off his hips, rubbing myself against him until Korbin groaned with pleasure. I wrapped my legs around his ass and pushed my hips up to meet him, and a soft gasp of pleasure escaped my lips as Korbin pushed himself into me, filling me.
A cry escaped me as Korbin filled me completely, rocking his hips to the motion of my own. He pressed the fingers of one hand against my lips as my eyes rolled back, and I trembled under his touch, his body, frantic for him.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Keep going, please.”
Korbin thrust in and out of me, his hips rocking and molding to my own in such a way that I almost couldn’t stand it, couldn’t hold back the scream of release that bubbled against my lips. I was mad for him, just like I always had been, and when release finally came, I felt like a mere puddle of myself, chained once again to a man with so much control over me that I knew it would soon become hard to breathe without him around.
Chapter35
Korbin
“All right, guys, one more time through, and we’ll call it good,” I shouted to my crew, scribbling down the time I’d clocked from the stopwatch. We were running drills in the back of the station, always a fun time, and under the sun's warmth in the sky, all of my guys were sweating hard; a job well done.
“I will never look at the warm weather the same way again,” Paisley moaned, dropping her SCBA to the ground next to her foot. “You’ve officially ruined it for me, Butler. The warmer it is, the harder these drills seem.”
I laughed and handed her a bottle of water which she took gratefully and swallowed down, leaning down to loosen the laces on her boots.
“How are the numbers looking, Lieutenant?” Matt Nelson asked, joining us next to the truck.
“You beat your personal best by forty-five seconds,” I told him. “Great job.”
After Nick, Tanner, and a few of my other crew finished up their drills, we headed back inside to cool off. Hansen was in the kitchen making lunch already, something that smelled different and not necessarily in a good way.
“Who died?” I asked, sticking my face over the pot of whatever he had boiling.
“Back off, sir,” said Hansen. “It’s not ready yet.”
With a chuckle, I went upstairs to wash, scrubbing the dirt and sweat from my hands and face. Paisley joined me up there a moment later, her lips pursed like she was trying to hide a secret but failing.
“What’s with you?” I asked, and she glanced over her shoulder to make sure no one was around before speaking.
“Amanda is outside,” she whispered. “Just sitting in her car. No one else has seen her yet. I wanted to tell you.”
“She’s here?” I asked. “Amanda is here?”
Paisley nodded; eyes wide. “Should we call the police?”
