Page 17 of Fighting Fire

He knew then that their relationship wouldn’t ever go back to what it had been. No more simple dinners and platonic camping trips. No more friendly late-night conversations that lasted into the morning. Instead, he’d want to be in her bed until morning.

He closed his eyes against the yearning. Damn, how he needed her, how he craved her, wanting to make her part of him. The memory of the feel of her wet body pressing against his in the shower filled his mind. He lowered his head, seeking and finding her sweet mouth. At the touch of Lana’s tongue against his, Sean groaned deeply, his fingers tightening in the tangled chestnut hair as he hungrily took the kiss she so feverishly offered him. “You taste so good. You feel so good. I want you so damn much, I’m going out of my mind.”

“Shut up and kiss me. I want your mouth. I want you.How I want you.”

Her words consumed him with desire. He ached to drive into her moist, enchanting flesh that so tortured and yet aroused him beyond thought. An elemental force gripped him. Her fevered squirming was a fiery torture, her compliance, a carnal stimulus. Her response dissolved that thin façade of humanity that roused the elemental urge to conquer her. He pushed himself away from her, kneeling over her, his hands going to the hem of the cotton shirt. He stripped it from her body, and she moaned softly.

He couldn’t even make the transition from the floor to the bedroom or stop his frantic movements to remove her clothing, longing to feel her naked flesh against him. He got rid of their clothing, fully covering her lithe body with his. He could feel the heat of her all along his hot skin, feel hard points of her sensitive nipples against the smooth expanse of his chest, feel her erratic breathing and her hammering heart.

His mouth left hers and his thumb brushed over her mouth. His open palm cupped her face, the soft caress of his fingertips running down her neck, over her breasts, tantalizing the soft nipples into stiff rosy peaks.

With a low growl of satisfaction, his mouth closed over first one then the other, his teeth grazing the hardened peaks with an acute ache that drew an intense moan of frustrated desire from deep in his chest.

He had never felt such intense desire. She arched her back in response to the delicious sensation of his moist tongue swirling around and licking the tips of her breasts.

With the heel of his hand, he pressed against her sensitive skin, stoking the fires that burned within her to a white-hot heat. Feeling the wetness of her desire against his skin, he pushed rhythmically upward again and again. His breath caught with each sugared moan, and her hips arched sensuously against his hand, pushing herself against him wantonly.

Sean’s tenuous restraint fractured and broke, the fear of mucking up their friendship slipping away into nothing but nonsensical gibberish. His mouth moved down to the soft flesh of her stomach, kissing her and brushing his lips along her soft skin, seeking her inviting wetness.

His hand gripped the waistband of the panties she wore, and he slowly removed them as his mouth trailed along the exposed skin. The only barrier left between them.

He spread her slender thighs, his head dipping down to the warm honeyed mound and with his tongue, he found the very center of her desire. He stroked upward, breathing in the hot tang of her arousal. Lana thrashed and twisted beneath him, moaning in heightened ecstasy, gasping as she came apart in his arms.

He surged up the length of her body and his words were heartfelt and simple. “I was jealous and I’m sorry.”

She cupped his face between her hands and kissed his mouth.

He rooted around in his jeans and used the protection he found there. With a low growl of satisfaction, his own ravenous needs would no longer be denied. Without missing a beat, he buried the painful, burning shaft of his desire full-length into her moist sheath.

He jerked in wondered sensual amazement, moaning uncontrollably as the ache spread inside him, and he thrust harder into her.

She eagerly accepted his deep thrusts into her body. She writhed beneath him as he lost himself in the red haze of wild desire, eager to reach that exquisite peak of pleasure she had just enjoyed. Her hands reached up, gripping the shiny mass of his hair, dragging his head down to her waiting lips. Her legs locked around his lean driving hips, her body meeting and joining with the rhythmic movements of his. He filled her, fully meeting each drive with a provocative thrust of her hips. His mind went blank as he felt the tiny warning tremors heralding the powerful attainment of his fulfillment.

Sean was lost in a sea of pent-up burning desire. He thrust into her mindlessly. The feel of her lips sent detonations of pleasure exploding along his heightened nerve endings. He ravaged her mouth, biting her lips, sliding his tongue along her moist sensitive flesh. This wasn’t a figment of his fevered imagination; her beautiful face was inches from his, flushed with desire, her shining hair spread over the hardwood floor like liquid sable.

He wanted to continue to do this all night, moving steadily and slowly inside her, but she slid her fingers through his hair at his nape, clutching them tightly and tugging and lifting her hips, whispering, “Sean, please.”

The exquisite sweetness of his name on her lips and the tantalizing movement of her body responding to his tore a profound groan from him. He drove into her, thrusting again and again, plunging his tongue into her welcoming mouth and, at that moment, she jerked against him with deep rhythmic spasms. Spasms that forced a wrenching groan out of her. Sean moaned softly as he stopped thrusting in response to wave after wave of intense pleasure that tore through him. He convulsed in wild ecstasy, and they exploded together into mutual rapture.

He collapsed against her, his skin hot and moist, his breathing labored. He moved to his side to keep from crushing her. Taking her with him, he curled his arm around her back, his fingers buried in her hair. He pulled her up with him quickly.

After a quick duck into the bathroom to dispose of the condom, she tugged him gently through the darkened house to her bedroom. She pulled him down onto the softness of the mattress, holding him close to her. He felt light as air, as light as a feather. His hand drifted lazily down her body and up again to tangle in her hair.

He felt her kiss his neck and brush her lips along his collarbone before she whispered against his ear, sending shivers of delight playing over his skin, “Apology accepted.”

He tightened his hold on her and sighed in relief, allowing the delicious feel of her to lull him into sleep.

CHAPTER4

Sean woke to the sound of the shower, momentarily confused. He opened his eyes, his gaze roving around the room. The rosebud border he’d helped to install a month ago made his brow knit. He sat bolt upright in bed. Her bed. He’d spent the night in Lana’s bed.

He rubbed his hand over his face and into his hair. This shouldn’t be so strange. After all, he was very close to her; nonetheless, pretending this whole thing didn’t unnerve him wouldn’t help.

Was she as confused as he was?

Probably not. Women always seemed to know in what direction they wanted to go. At least Lana always seemed confident and in control of most situations. He really liked that about her.

The water went off. He swung his feet to the floor. He slipped out of her room and gathered up the clothes he’d left in the foyer. Quickly he dressed and went into her kitchen. The least he could do was cook her some breakfast.


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