Page 41 of Melting for the Firefighter
My whole body trembles.
His fingers hook beneath the waistband of my panties.
His eyes lift to mine.
“Can I take these off?”
“Yes.”
He draws them slowly down my legs.
Being bare before him should terrify me.
Instead, Lance looks at me as though I have trusted him with something sacred.
His hand slides over my knee.
“Open for me, sweetheart.”
I part my legs.
His gaze lowers between them.
A low sound leaves his chest.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
Heat floods my face.
No one has ever looked at me like this.
Like there is nowhere else he would rather be.
Lance settles between my thighs and kisses my hip, then the crease where my leg meets my body.
His breath touches the most intimate part of me.
“Lance.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will.”
His tongue slides through me.
I cry out.
The first stroke is hot and broad. The second finds the place that makes my hips lift from the bed.
Lance hooks one arm over my waist and holds me steady.
He takes his time.
He learns me.
Long strokes that make my stomach tighten. Short flicks over my clit that pull helpless sounds from my throat. His lips close around the sensitive bud and suck.
Pleasure rolls through me.
