I’ve been here many times and stayed over too, but tonight feels different. Like for the first time, I’m entering his home as someone else. Someone who means more than a guest or a friend.
Once in his hallway, he takes the blanket from my shoulders and drapes it over the banister at the bottom of the stairs. “You can take a shower. I’ll ask Em to sort out some spare clothes for you. Do you need anything? I can go to the twenty-four-hour store after I’ve showered.”
I shake my head, fisting his t-shirt covered in soot. “Don’t leave me. I can manage tonight. I don’t want to be alone.”
He cups my cheeks, his hands still black. Streaks of soot and sweat paint his face. “I’m never leaving you again.” His lips brush against mine in a teasing stroke, his warm, ragged breath mixing with mine.
I murmur against his mouth, a moan mixed with a sob clogging in my throat.
He brushes my lips again. “If this isn’t okay, tell me to stop.” His lips pepper kisses against the corner of my mouth and trail along my jaw until he reaches my ear. He whispers against my skin. “Tell me you want this, firecracker.”
Fisting his t-shirt, I cling to him. “I want you, Flint. I’ve always wanted you, but I can’t take another rejection from you. Not now I have nothing left. Please. If we’re doing this, I need to know you’ll still want me tomorrow when the dust settles.” My eyes swell with more unshed tears, desperate for his touch, but fearing the worst.
He continues to pepper my face with kisses. “I want you, Seraphina. And I’ll still want you tomorrow.” His hot lips press against mine, firm but gentle. “And the next day.” His tongue darts out, swiping along my seam. “And the day after. And the day after that.”
I tilt my head back slightly and part my lips, offering myself up to him with another moan on an exhale.
His head dips, lips bruising mine as he stakes his claim, just like he did at the harbour bar. Only now, this isn’t just staking his claim, he’s licking up every secret I’ve ever held as his tongue caresses every corner of my mouth, stroking against my tongue and lapping up every moan and whimper he draws from my throat. The way he’s dominant but soft, firm but tender has me submitting to him as he takes control.
His hand trembles against my skin as he slides it to my waist, wrapping me up in all that is Chief Sparks, strong, fierce, protective. “I’m sorry I didn’t treat you right. I was scared.”
“Are you not scared anymore?”
“I’m terrified. But now I’m terrified of losing you.” He rests his forehead against mine and closes his eyes, our noses kissing as our breaths mingle. “I thought you were in that building.” His voice wobbles.
I slide my palms up over his chest and hold his face in my hands, his short stubble scratching my skin. “I’m here.”
“I thought I’d never see you again.” His lips press against my cheek. “Thought I’d never see your smile.” Another kiss to my mouth. “These lips.” His hand squeezes my ass in my jeans. “Your bratty sass.” He smiles against my lips as he speaks.
“You want to see more of my bratty sass, huh?” I wrap my arms around his neck and tilt my head back with a laugh. Despite losing everything tonight, I feel like I’ve gained something special. Something I never thought I’d have. A future.
“Let’s get you showered, then I’ll shower and fix us something to eat.”
“We could shower together.” I bite my lip and gaze into his hungry eyes. “You know, to save time.”
His lips quirk in the corner. “You think being naked with me in a shower is gonna save time?” A laugh rumbles out of him. “Firecracker. You have a lot to learn about me.” A growl vibrates his lips as his eyes turn ravenous. “You have about ten seconds to get upstairs and strip before I skip the shower altogether and lick you clean right here in the hall.”
My eyes widen, my heart racing, but I’m frozen.
“Nine. Eight. Sev?—”
“Shit.” I spin on my heel and bound up the staircase, my hands leaving black marks on the bannister, but I don’t care. I’ll clean it tomorrow. At the top of the stairs, I look between the main bathroom and his room with en suite.
“My room. Now.” He pats my bottom, hot on my heels, snapping off his suspenders and kicking off his boots.
I meander through his room and around his large bed towards his bathroom. It’s not the first time I’ve seen it, but now it feels so much more intimate. I pull my t-shirt over my head and unbutton my jeans as I push open the en suite door.
Powerful arms wrap around me from behind, his gaze locks onto mine in the mirrored wall.
I shiver, but I’m not cold. I’m aroused. So aroused, slickness pools between my thighs.
Teeth nip my ear as he holds my gaze in the mirror. One arm wraps around my waist, squeezing my belly, while his other hand cups my breast as if weighing it in his palm, smears of grey soot painting my skin like brush strokes. “Do you know how often I’ve thought about having you like this?”
I gulp, excited and anxious at what comes next. The way he’s looking at me tells me he’s going to destroy me. He’s no boy.Flint is a man, more powerful, stronger, and bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with before and he’s ravenous for me.
His fingers slip under the lace of my bra and tease my nipple. His lips caress my neck while his breath tickles there with each spoken word. “You drove me crazy every time you stayed over.” His hand slips below where my jeans hang open at the zipper. A thick finger strokes my seam over my panties, and I moan, my head lolling back against his shoulder. “When you’d walk around in those little shorts. Your gorgeous round ass begging to be squeezed or spanked.” He pushes my jeans over my hips and lets them pool at my feet. “That’s better.”
My body trembles under his heated gaze in the mirror. His finger goes back to stroking over my panties between my thighs while his other hand tugs at his belt and his cargo trousers until they drop to the tiled floor with a clink.
