“I like it when you call me firefly,” I whisper, straddling his thighs, wrapping both my hands around his cock this time. He’s a vision in the moonlight, a sexy Greek god I want to ravish me.
He throws his head back, groaning while I pump his length. The blanket falls off my shoulders, but I don’t feel cold anymore. I’m like an inferno, raging, ready to explode. He grips my hands with one of his, stilling mine.
“We don’t have to do this.” He opens his eyes and his breathing heavily. I like that I am the one who put the fire in those orbs.
“Fuck me.” The words fall from my lips, and he wraps his arms around me, tugging me to his chest. For a second, I think he’s going to decline, but then he flips me, so he’s above me. His lips press against mine, his tongue demanding access. His hands settling between my thighs.
“So wet for me, firefly,” he says as he runs circles over my clit. He reaches for something, and when I hear the foil tear, I open my eyes, watching as he gets onto his knees, rolling the condom onto his hard cock. “I don’t want to fuck baby; I want to make you feel good. Because you deserve to feel good.”
His words have me squirming beneath him. “Now,” I demand, and he answers by lining up at my entrance and slipping into me so slowly I forget to breathe. “Oh, God.” I let out a breath.
He moves inside me with gentle precision; nothing is rushed, every movement is sensual. He rolls his hips a few times, pulls out, and thrusts back in. His mouth latches onto my nipple as he makes love to my body and soul. My hands tug at his hair, rake down his back. I can’t stop touching him.
“I’m so close, baby, harder,” I moan the words, and he picks up the pace until he’s thrusting into me so hard I cry out an orgasm that has my toes curling.
“Oh God, that’s it, scream for me, baby.” Ember grunts, slamming into me. I grip onto his ass as I climax around his cock again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, his own orgasm having him stiffen then collapse against me. He moves off me in an instant, gathering me in his arms and tugging the blanket over us. “You’re so stunning, firefly, inside and out.”
I laugh at that and settle against him, spent.
Chapter 16
Ember
Ihated leaving her this morning, but we didn’t want Brody getting the wrong idea. I don’t think thewrong ideais the right term. I could have stayed wrapped around her the entire day, looking at the lake, letting the sun warm us. Instead, I kiss her forehead after a piping hot cup of coffee and leave her standing in her kitchen in a robe so flimsy it takes a whole lot of self-restraint to go. It feels strange being in her house. We didn’t do anything in there, but still, that’shisplace, it will always be, and I am not ready to intrude on it. The fact that she wanted to make love in her special place last night meant that, in some ways, she feels the same.
I drive up to my parent’s house, and instead of going through the front door, I always enter through the back. I’m proud of all they’ve achieved, but there are times I miss the way things used to be, back when my dad was not one of the wealthiest men in this and surrounding towns.
“Ember?” Mom looks surprised when I open the kitchen door and step in. “It is so good to see you, honey.” She wraps her arms around me.
“Hey, Mom.” I place a kiss on her cheek.
“Sit, your dad’s already left. He would have loved to catch up. You don’t visit us often enough.”
I sit at the table, and she starts to shovel bacon and eggs onto a plate. Now, this is the Mom I remember, not the socialite and the woman who is continuously trying to set me up with someone. “Eat up,” she tells me.
“Thanks, Mom.”
She pours two cups of coffee, handing me one, then takes a seat opposite me. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Do I need a reason to stop and see my folks?”
“Not if you did it more. You all right, Son?”
“I am.” I smile and think about Shelby immediately.
“You’ve met someone,” she states. My mother always seems to know these things, no matter how much time we spend apart.
I nod.
“Well, if she doesn’t take you away from Sunnyville, she has my blessing.” The moment the words come out, she realizes her mistake. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“How is Katie, really?”
“I don’t actually know. I haven’t seen her in over a year.”
