Page 49 of Melting for the Firefighter

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

I brace one arm beside her head and drive deeper.

Cora arches beneath me, a broken sound leaving her mouth. Her legs lock around my waist.

I kiss her hard and give her what she asked for.

Not everything I am capable of.

Not with her bruises and lungs still healing.

Enough to make the bed shift beneath us. Enough to pull a cry from her with every thrust.

My thumb moves faster over her clit.

Her body clenches.

“Come for me,” I growl against her mouth. “Let me feel you.”

Her breath catches.

“Lance.”

“I’ve got you. Let go.”

Her body locks beneath mine.

Then she shatters.

My name tears from her throat as she clenches around me in hard, pulsing waves.

The pressure breaks the last of my restraint.

I thrust deep once.

Then again.

I come with a rough groan, holding myself inside her while pleasure tears through me.

For a long moment, neither of us moves.

Cora’s heartbeat races against my chest.

Mine is no better.

I press my face into the curve of her neck and breathe her in.

Flowers. Warm skin. Cora.

Home.

The word hits harder than the release did.

I lift my head immediately.

“You okay?”