I suck in a breath as his erection digs into my behind.
“You feel what you do to me, firecracker?” His lips continue their tender assault along my neck, his tongue licking my skin, his fingers probing gently over the fabric of my panties.
“Tell me this is okay. I need to hear you say it.” His eyes lock onto mine, his fingers pause at the hem of my panties while he waits for permission to delve deeper.
“I want this. I need this. Need you.” I push his hand down inside my panties. Watching it disappear beneath the fabric is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He must think it too as he thrusts against my behind and growls, his chest vibrating against my back. “You’ve made a mess in your panties,” he whispers against my skin, still kissing me wherever his lips roam.
“You’ve made a mess all over my skin.” I gaze at our reflection, loving the dirty smears all over me like a map of where his hands have roamed.
“In the shower. I’m gonna clean you all up.”
Chapter Ten
FLINT
Steam fogs the mirror, and the sound of her laughter still echoes in my ears as she stands naked under the spray from the shower.
I pull off my t-shirt and step out of my clothes pooled on the floor. I should feel relief. She’s alive, safe, in my house, but all I can think about is how close I came to losing her… and how close I am to losing control right now.
I shouldn’t have brought her here. Not like this. Not with smoke in her hair and her shaking against me. She needs comfort, not whatever the hell I’m about to give her. I broke every rule tonight. I went into that fire when I shouldn’t have, and now I’m about to walk into another kind of fire, only this one, we’re gonna burn together and I’m gonna make sure she enjoys every second of it, because from now on, whatever happens, this girl is mine to take care of and mine to pleasure and mine to love.
She gives me a small smile with that dirty lip bite as I step into the shower with her, my dick hard as steel. The water’salready washing away the soot and smears from her skin, but I liked them on her, the imprint of my hand from squeezing her round belly and the black stains on her panties where I stroked her.
My blood runs hot at having her naked in my shower, her eyes wide with anticipation. She has no idea how I’m about to make her forget her own name, not to mention all her worries. She’ll never have to feel lonely or worry about anything again while she’s with me.
I close the distance between us, the warm spray hitting my back, the water turning murky at our feet. My head dips, and I catch her lips with mine. “I can’t stop kissing you.”
She reaches on her tiptoes, her fingers curling around my neck. “I never want you to stop.” Her tongue swirls around mine, matching each caress, lick and stroke.
My hands glide over her wet skin, my knee pushing between her thighs. We’re a tangle of limbs and tongues, our teeth clashing as we claim each other under the hot spray. I pull away, needing to gaze down at her, caging her against the tiled wall. “Damn, you’re beautiful, Sera.”
Her smile widens. “You’re not too bad yourself, Chiefy.” Her palms roam over the hair on my chest, her fingers tracing the ink there. “Per ignem… rena… what does that say?”
“Per ignem renascimur.” I press the pump on the wall for a squirt of shampoo and run my hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. “It’s Latin. It means through the fire we are reborn.”
“Very on brand for a man who walked into my burning house.”
“Very on brand for a girl who keeps setting my world on fire.” My voice is gravelly and raw as I gaze into her eyes. “When I got it, it was about the job.” I pump more shampoo into my hand and run it through her hair. “Turns out, it was about you.”
Water runs down her face, and I can’t tell if it’s tears or from the shower. Her bottom lip trembles, and I steady it with my thumb.
“Being with you makes me feel alive. I thought I was done, but you give me a new lease of life, make me feel young again. With you, I’m reborn.”
“That’s beautifully poetic, Chiefy.”
I huff out a laugh. “It was until you killed it with the nickname Chiefy.” I lift the shower hose from the holster and rinse the suds from her hair.
“I thought you liked it when I called you that.”
With a smirk, I tug her hair, forcing her head back so I can nip her neck. “I do.” I lower my hand with the hose as I kiss her neck.
She gasps, eyes wide, breath sharp and erratic.
The jets spray her plump little pussy, almost hidden under her belly and between thick thighs.
“You like that?”
