Page 17 of Ignite My Heart

I turn away from her before I touch her again and take the fastest, coldest shower of my life. I’m so fucking turned on that I don’t want anything to shoot me off. I rinse off one more time, ensuring I get all the shampoo out of my hair so I don’t do something stupid like get it in my eyes.

I don’t even bother drying off. I wrap the towel around my waist and head back into the bedroom.

I find Felicity in my bed. Her shoulders are bare, and a pile of clothing is on the floor.

“I probably shouldn’t be presumptuous, but I assumed we were going to have sex,” she says.

“Oh, we’re having sex,” I promise.

“That’s not why I came over, though.” She bites down on her lip. “Also, I lied about the whole having a boyfriend thing. JD went out with me as a favor. He told me I was being an idiot for not giving you a chance.”

“I’m relieved to hear that y’all aren’t a couple. And I’m very thankful you told me before I texted him and told him y’all were broken up because you were mine now.”

Felicity leans up on her elbows, and the sheet dips into her cleavage. “Is that what you were going to do?”

“Absolutely. I would never touch you if you had a boyfriend. It would kill me to walk away, but I couldn’t do that.”

“So if I were dating this super-hot fireman, you wouldn’t touch me?” she asks, flinging off the covers to reveal her naked curves.

“Goddamn it, Felicity. You better be talking about me,” I growl.

I drop my towel and climb onto the bed directly on top of her. Her body unfurls for me. Her thighs spread, her arms embrace me, and that fucking hot little pussy opens so my rock-hard dick rests against her soaked, searing folds.

“I’m talking about you,” she confirms. She tries to buck her body beneath mine, searching for friction.

I groan. “I have a confession to make.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “Is it bigger or smaller than you orchestrating an entire rescue training exercise to get my attention?”

I laugh, burying my face in her neck. “I don’t know. You’ll have to be the judge of that.”

“It’s getting harder to concentrate on words, Garrett.” She rocks herself against me.

“You have no fucking idea how hard it is, Sassy.”

“Pretty sure I can feel it. So get on with this confession of yours.”

“I don’t want to be your boyfriend.”

Her body stills completely.

“Whatever you’re thinking, forget it. I don’t want to be your boyfriend because I’d rather be your husband.”

“Oh, my God,” she whispers. “Is that your formal proposal?”

“Nah. I’m sure I can do better than that.”

“Okay. I’ll wait to give you an answer, but right now, I’d like you to fuck me.”

I push up so I’m on my hands and knees. “I’m going to fuck you. Don’t worry about that. But first, I need to lick your sexy little kitty and see if I can make her purr.

She whimpers as I crawl down her body. There’s no self-consciousness in how her legs part to make room for my shoulders. Or the way she rocks her pelvis toward my mouth.

The trimmed triangle of black curls above her mound is a sexy reminder that Felicity is all woman. Her soft, voluptuous curves pillow my body as I lean forward and lick her from slit to clit.

“Holy fuck!” she shrieks.

The tangy taste of her bursts on my tongue, and I bury my face in her pussy. I grip her ass, lifting her to feed on her cunt. Goddamn, it’ll be a fucking miracle if I don’t come all over the bedsheets.