Page 45 of Melting for the Firefighter
“I know.”
“Say it.”
Her blue eyes hold mine.
“If I need you to stop, I’ll tell you.”
“Good girl.”
Her breath catches.
Heat flashes across her face, and her thighs shift beneath me.
I file that reaction somewhere permanent.
Then I sit back.
Cora watches as I stand and push my jeans and briefs down my legs. Her gaze follows every movement, curious and shy at the same time.
My cock springs free.
Her eyes widen.
Her teeth catch her lower lip.
The sight nearly destroys what remains of my control.
“Too much?” I ask.
“You seem very confident it will fit.”
A laugh breaks out of me.
She does that to me. Pulls sounds from my chest I thought were gone for good.
“We go slow.”
Her gaze drops again.
“Very slow?”
“As slow as you need.”
I kneel between her thighs.
Before I touch her, I look at the faint discoloration spreading over her hip.
“Tell me if this position bothers the bruise.”
“I will.”
“I mean it, Cora.”
“I know you do.”
Her hand settles against my chest.
“I’m okay.”
