Page 76 of Melting for the Firefighter
Heat rushes through me.
He walks me backward until my hips meet the edge of the counter.
A mug of daisies sits beside us.
Lance moves it out of the way before lifting me onto the counter.
My dress rises around my thighs as he steps between them.His hands spread over my legs.
“And you still look at me like that,” I whisper.
“Like what?”
“Like you cannot wait to have me.”
His eyes darken.
“Because I can’t.”
He kisses me before I can answer.
His mouth is hard and hungry, and his hands move over me with the certainty of a man who knows every curve.
I wind my arms around his neck.
His hand slides beneath my dress and between my thighs.
My breath catches when his fingers move under the lace.
Lance watches my face as he strokes me, slow at first, then firmer when my hips move against his hand.
“Already wet for me.”
“Lance.”
He circles my clit until my thighs tighten around him, then slides two fingers inside me.
Pleasure rolls through me.
I grip his shoulders as he curls his fingers deeper, his thumb keeping a steady rhythm above them.
“That’s it,” he murmurs. “Come for me.”
The command sends me over.
My body tightens around his hand as pleasure breaks through me. He holds me against him until the shaking eases, then pulls my panties down my legs.
His belt opens next.
He frees himself and steps between my thighs.
“Still mine?”
I wrap my arms around his neck.
“Always.”
He pushes his cock inside me.
