Page 87 of Wildfire
“Some fence lines, I’d guess.”
“That wasn’t an accident.” I roll my eyes, leaning in closer. “But my point remains. You’re a great person, your friends love you, and the dogs love you. That’s all I think about when I think of you. How easy you are to l—like.”
“I don’t know why I’m bringing it up now. I’m sorry, have I fuckedup our first date already?” His eyes shut and he sighs, sinking further into the pillows.
Sometimes I want to shake this man, because he doesn’t realize how happy his handing over those pieces of himself he keeps so tight to his chest makes me.
“You voluntarily sharing something that’s personal to you makes this the best date, Russ. I promise. Thank you for trusting me with the full story.”
His eyes open slowly. “Can I have that post-sharing kiss you promised now, please?”
I can’t help but smile as I lean in. “Of course.”
Chapter Twenty-EightRUSS
IHADN’T INTENDED TO TELLAurora about Leah when we got here, and on reflection, it’s probably not the most suitable topic of discussion for a first date, even if she says it is.
But Aurora makes everything feel lighter.
A few sentences about something that’s been plaguing me for almost a year and I feel better. All she did was listen and tell me that if everyone was talking about it she would have known, and the slightly more dramatic “It’s not like somebody died.”
I don’t know why I decided to tell her right now. Maybe because she called me too good to be real and I know I’m not. That’s one of the stories that proves I’m not, and by my telling her, she’s not being misled about who I am.
Sharing things you’ve kept so close to you is exhausting. “Can I have that post-sharing kiss you promised now, please?”
“Of course,” she says softly, leaning in.
My hand cups her cheek, thumb brushing gently across her skin as her lips meet mine. She tastes like hot chocolate, and when I pull her body closer to mine, she immediately complies. “I love this,” I whisper against her mouth.
“Making out?” I guide her leg over mine until she’s straddling my hips. Her hands pull the duvet around her shoulders, then link around my neck, cocooning us. My hands slip beneath her sweatshirt, tracing my fingers along her spine with one hand, maneuvering her flush to me with the other.
“Having you to myself.”
Aurora brushes her nose against me, lightly pressing kisses against various parts of my face: the corner of my mouth, my temple, the tip of my nose. “Considering how many times a day you remind the kids to share, it’s pretty funny you’re so bad at it.”
She rests her forehead against mine and my arms wrap around her waist, holding her tight. “I’ll happily share everything but you.”
I’m forced to let go when she sits back, letting my hands sit on her hips instead. She looks at me with an uncertainty I’m not used to seeing from her. “They’re pretty words, but do you really mean them?”
As needy as it sounds, I hate the small distance between our bodies right now, but I hate how unsure she looks in this moment more. Being so candid with someone would usually make me anxious. I just shared a big thing with her, voluntarily I should add, so it’s a lot for me to continue to put my thoughts and feelings out there. It isn’t a secret I’m not amazing with women, and under normal circumstances, I’m pretty sure I’d be sitting scared, waiting for them to be stomped all over.
I don’t feel like that with her; I want to be close to her.
“Your attention is a gift, Aurora. I have no intention of not valuing the time I get with you.”
“God, Callaghan. Why do you have to be so freaking sweet?” she mumbles, looking down at her hands fiddling with the hem of my sweatshirt.
“I’m only like this with you. You’re the only person who’s ever made me want to be like this, Aurora. You’ll never have to questionif you’re wanted. You’ll never have to question if you’re my first choice.” My heart is hammering in my chest as the words pour out of me. The duvet is still draped over her shoulders, making it easier for me to pull each side, pulling her body down to mine again. “You are.”
Whatever else I was about to say doesn’t happen because her mouth crushes against mine, her hands settling on either side of my face as her hips roll against me, sending electricity shooting up my spine as I groan, flexing my hips into her. I’m burning beneath her touch, and as all the blood in my body rushes south, I’m so happy I told her how I feel while I could still focus on speaking.
“I don’t want to share you, either,” she says, her mouth traveling along my jawline. Her teeth nip at my earlobe, while her warm breath tickles my neck. I roll us over until she’s pinned beneath me with her legs crossed at the bottom of my back.
I grind myself into her, enjoying the way her eyes roll back and her breathing hitches. We’re both still fully dressed, but the flimsy cotton separating us does nothing but prove how perfectly I fit between her thighs. Her tongue moves against mine, back arching to push her breasts into me. “My perfect girl,” I mumble as I move to kiss down her neck.
Aurora’s hands reach down, pushing clumsily at the waistband of my sweatpants with one hand and doing the same action with her leggings. “I want to feel you,” she whispers.
It takes all my mental strength to lift myself off her enough to remove her leggings and a tiny piece of lace she claims are panties, but it’s so fucking worth it. I push my pants and boxers down over my hips, shuffling them off in a way that doesn’t make the truck shake. Pumping my hard dick in my hand, I let Aurora pull me back down to her, both of us now bare from the waist down. I kiss her, groaning into her mouth when her hand reaches between us and she grips me gently. My hips have a mind of their own as I start to thrust into her hand slowly. “I won’t put it in, okay?”
