Page 50 of Wild Fire

Submissive.

The word awakens something inside me, like the moon awakens the sun.

A rush of confidence culminates inside of me as I realize that this infuriatingly sexy, bossy, dominant firefighter who drives me wild is standing before me, is capable of being submissive, too.

And that gives me the courage I thought I didn’t have.

I don’t think. I just do it.

I lean up and carefully graze my lips over his, and I kiss him.

AJ doesn’t hesitate or jump.

He doesn’t push me away or tell me to stop. His lips move slowly against mine and are just as soft as I remember, but somehow so much sweeter than I remember.

I settle my hands on his hips and pull him closer. He stumbles a bit, but braces his hands on my shoulders and deepens our kiss, opening his mouth for me. I slide my tongue into his mouth, pulling him against my body, needing to feel the weight of his body, his thick arousal, the heat of the fire our bodies make when we collide.

AJ breaks away, slowly, but he doesn’t move from my grasp.

“Good night, Nate,” he says, his voice warming me from the inside out.

“Good night, AJ,” I whisper, as he slowly backs away, leaving me on the sidewalk once again, hard, and wanting.

And I’ve never felt more alive.

Chapter Fifteen

AJ

I’ve never slept so good, I swear. It’s like a weight has been lifted from my shoulders that I didn’t know was there. The sun feels brighter, the air warmer. Hell, even the fucking eggs taste better, and I know that’s impossible.

Still, I can’t deny the truth, no matter how hard I try. Last night was…

Amazing.

Well, it was amazing after JJ left to go tell the guy he’s been seeing the truth.

I hope it works out for them, I really do. JJ deserves to be appreciated and loved out loud, not behind closed doors. When he told me about his younger friend, I couldn’t help but feel like I was looking in a mirror. Hearing how he tried to resist falling for the man… but fell anyway…

It was like a shock to my system.

I knew I needed to tell Nate the truth—not just about how I feel, but about what a relationship with me would entail. Because that’s what I want.

I don’t want a hookup or one night stand. I want more.

And then he fucking showed up at Reed’s, looking positively delicious in his jeans and long-sleeve shirt with that messy yet sexy windswept hair and evident five-o-clock shadow, and fuck me sideways, I was too far into my third round of drinks to give a shit about anything else.

And then somewhere between the game, the drinks, the walk home…

Something changed between Nate and I, like some Kinky Freaky Friday shit.

I wanted to kiss him, but…

I wanted him to kiss me more than anything.

I’ve often spoke in my demos about how submissives are the true dominant of a power dynamic, because they hold all the power in the dynamic itself because it is the submissive who controls the scene; the dom, the outcome.

But I never really understood those words until last night.