Page 68 of Melting for the Firefighter
“Yes.”
I kiss her again.
The front door opens.
“Five minutes are up,” Tessa says.
Cora laughs against my mouth.
Tessa looks at the key in Cora’s hand, then at me.
“You may live.”
The drive home takes six minutes.
Cora spends five of them with her hand resting high on my thigh.
By the time I open the front door, my control is hanging by a thread.
She steps inside and turns toward me.
“I left a dress in your closet.”
“I noticed.”
“You did?”
“I notice everything.”
Her blue eyes darken.
“Then notice this.”
She reaches for the hem of her dress and pulls it over her head.
Nothing beneath it except pale pink panties.
My cock goes hard.
“Cora.”
She drops the dress onto the floor and steps free of it.
She does not hide.
Her hands do not cover her soft stomach or full breasts. She stands in front of me with her shoulders back, knowing exactly how beautiful she is.
Pride burns through me.
“I choose you,” she says. “I want you to claim me like you mean to keep me.”
I cross the space between us.
My mouth takes hers while my hands close around her hips. I back her against the bedroom door and lift her.
Her legs lock around my waist.
“Mine,” I say against her throat.
