Her face starts to turn red, and I grab her hand. “Camellia, we’re both at fault because we’re both pretty damn stubborn. There is absolutely nothing I can do to change the past. Try as I might, I don’t know how to create a time machine. And even if I did…”
“You wouldn’t have your daughters.”
The warmth in my body is starting to catch fire. Camellia always did know me best. I nod at her but am too choked up to say anything.
“I think about it all the time. About what I’d do differently. There are times it keeps me awake at nights,” Camellia admits. “Usually because I’m all worked up and need to Jill It Out.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Jill It Out?”
She wiggles her eyebrows. “Guys call it - jacking off. So, therefore, Jill.”
I slide my hands up her arms to her face. “No jilling off needed tonight, Camellia.”
I press my lips gently to hers, brushing across the pillowy softness. Her hands land at my waist and pull me closer to her. My cock is fully charged and ready to go. I want this woman so much.
She moans and opens to me, our tongues getting to know each other in a lazy, erotic dance. Camellia’s hands move down to my ass. She squeezes. My hips buck.
I pull back. “Camellia, you need to calm down, or this will be a very short coupling.”
“Geez Louise - so many things wrong with that statement,” Camellia snorts. “First - did you tell me to calm down? And second - coupling? It sounds like you’ve been reading Regency romance books.”
I can feel the flush on my face.
Her eyes go wide. “Wait, are you reading Regency romance books?”
I would try to play it off, but Camellia knows my facial expressions all too well. “One of the firefightersmayhave left one lying around. And Imighthave picked it up and read it on my break.”
She laughs, then grabs my face for a scorching kiss. Romance books forgotten.
Camellia breaks off the kiss and tugs me toward her bedroom. “C’mon, Sparky. Show me what you learned in those smutty romance books.”
I follow her into the bedroom, where she’s tearing off her clothes. “They’re not smutty. They’re more… slow burn.”
She makes an O with her mouth, wiggles her eyebrows, then unbuttons my jeans. “Well, well, well, Chief. You like to read about a slowburn, eh? What about an all-consuming scorcher in real life?”
I slip out of my shirt. “I am all for that.”
Before she can keep talking, I press my finger to her lips. She sucks the finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. My dick, free of his confines, twitches in the air, tapping against her belly. She releases my finger with a satisfied smile.
And I can’t wait any longer.
I pick her up and place her in the middle of the bed, crawling up next to her. My hands can’t stop touching her smooth skin. After the first time we fucked in the closet, my memories mainly were what her skin felt like. How she moaned and clenched around me when she came. Those memories kept me going for years.
Now, I have the real thing in front of me, and I’m not letting her go anytime soon.
I push her knees apart, kissing her ankle and up her leg to her knee before starting over with the other leg. Her hands grip my hair as she tries to direct me toward the promised land, but I only chuckle against her skin.
“Nuh-uh, Camellia. Unless you tell me no, you’re not in charge here,” I lever up to look at her. “Are you telling me no?”
She shakes her head.
“Use your words, Camellia.”
“No.”
I pause.
“I mean, no - I’m not saying no. I mean - yes. Ugh. Yes - please, Chief Pearce, Aaron, Sparky, please fuck me within an inch of my life. Yes, yes, a million times, yes.”
