The helmet had tipped back on her head, exposing her whole face. This close, I could see the gold flecks in her brown eye and the ring of darker blue around the edge of her blue one. The claiming mark on her throat sat just above the collar of my coat.
“Percy.” My name in her mouth, barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to kiss me or just stand here fixing my buckles?”
That was all it took for me to kiss her.
This one was not gentle or playful, not the easy, teasing energy we had.
Every ounce of restraint I’d maintained snapped in the space between her question and my mouth finding hers.
She grabbed the front of my shirt and pulled. I stumbled forward, she stumbled backward, and we moved in a messy collision of mouths and hands and the rustling of turnout gear that was too big for her and too far in the way.
Her back hit the engine.
The Pierce Arrow XT, custom-built, eight hundred gallons of water capacity, the pride of the station. And my mate waspressed against it with her legs wrapping around my waist while I kissed the breath out of her.
My hands roamed her body, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks, pulling her tight against my growing erection. She gasped into my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders, and I growled low, loving how she responded to my touch.
I reached behind her and yanked the cab door open. Grabbed her waist and hoisted her up through the opening in a single motion. She scrambled backward into the driver’s seat, pulling me with her by my collar, and I climbed in after her, the cab creaking under our combined weight.
She landed in the wide bench seat, turnout coat splayed open around her, helmet knocked sideways, hair spilling across the headrest. “So beautiful, love.”
My hoodie had ridden up, exposing a strip of skin above her waistband.
I didn’t waste time. I pinned her down with my body, my knee shoving her thighs apart as I settled between them. My hands slid under the coat, pushing up her shirt to expose her breasts, full and heaving with each breath. I cupped them roughly, thumbs circling her nipples until they hardened into tight peaks.
“Have always wanted to taste these perfect tits,” I whispered, leaning down to take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my teeth grazed the sensitive flesh.
Mira arched beneath me, a moan escaping her lips, and I felt her pussy clench against my thigh through her pants. I groundagainst her, letting her feel how hard she made me, how much I needed to bury myself inside her.
I braced my arms on either side of her head and looked down.
The sight of her sprawled beneath me made my head fuzzy.
My eyes burned at the edges, and I knew without checking that gold was bleeding through the hazel.
“I’ve been picturing this,” I said. My voice came out lower than I recognized. “You. Here. In my gear. In my truck.”
Her eyes widened a fraction.
Then she grinned.
“Kinky,” she said.
A laugh escaped from me and she used the moment of broken tension to fist her hand in my hair and pull me down. Our mouths crashed together and her tongue found mine and every rational thought in my head dissolved into sensation.
I kept the turnout coat on her. My hoodie too. I pushed them upwards but I didn’t take them off. I loved my clothes on her. It just made me hungrier with desire.
“Take this off, Percy.” Her hands found the hem of my shirt and yanked it over my head. “Want to see you naked.”
I let her pull it off me. Opposite to her still fully clothed. Her palms landed on my chest and traced the tattoo lines that covered my torso, my muscles contracted beneath her fingers.
“These,” she murmured, her thumb following a line of ancient script across my ribs. “I’ve wanted to trace all of them.”
“You have time.”
