Jordan yanked on my jeans, pulling me toward the edge of the bed with them. He resolved this problem by planting a hand—such a strong hand!—on my chest to keep me still, then using his other arm to pull the jeans the rest of the way off. I leaned up and kiss his bare arm, feeling the corded muscles taut underneath my lips. He slid his own boxers off, and a shiver of excitement went up my spine as I caught a glimpse of the thick ridge of his cock.
I shimmied out of my panties and kicked them aside. I tensed, waiting for him to sink into me, this time with more than just his fingers.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly before in my life.
Instead, Jordan sat on the edge of the bed. He pulled me up and into his lap, my knees on the bed and our foreheads pressed together. I let out a moan—asoftmoan—as he nuzzled at my neck.
I could feel him beneath me, his crown brushing against my wet entrance. Every near-touch sent electricity through my bones. I wanted desperately to reach between us and guide it into me, but Jordan was holding me against his chest too tightly for that. I loved the way he embraced me, an arm around my waist and holding on for dear life. It made me think of the way he might hold onto someone while carrying them from a burning building.
He’s not just some guy, I thought while his lips kissed down my neck.He’s a fireman. He’s a hero.
Finally his hand slid down my lower back and cupped my ass cheek. But he wasn’t just groping me—he was positioning me in just the right spot.
He thrust up into me, and used his grip on my ass to push me down onto him.
The entire length of his cock filled me, from tip to base. I arched my back and bit my lip to keep from voicing my pleasure. I felt Jordan’s skin tighten against my neck; even he had to clench his powerful jaw to suppress his groan.
We remained like that for a long moment, both of us simply savoring the flawless sensation of finally being joined.
“I’ve been thinking about this since Friday,” he gritted out.
I ran my fingers into his hair and down the back of his neck, exploring every inch of him. “You wanted to dothison Friday?”
“What if I did?”
“I’d tell you the thought crossed my mind that night, too.”
He vibrated with laughter, something I felt throughout his body rather than heard with my ears. “Glad we’re on the same page.”
Jordan used his strong thighs to gyrated up into me slowly. I craned my head back and sighed, allowing him to lead, but soon I was flexing my own hips in time with his erotic movements, meeting him stroke for stroke.
For the first time in the past year, I allowed myself to forget about everything going on in my life. There was no career that I was trying to discover, no future path that I was trying to navigate. The restaurant, the overbearing—but loving—mother, even the now-absent father, all of it dimmed away to background noise.
The only thing that mattered was the gorgeous, chiseled man underneath me, and the way he smiled lustily at me with his green eyes.
For the first time since I could remember, I was trulypresentin the moment.
And it’s a hell of a moment to be present in.
He kissed me again, gently at first but growing more forceful along with the speed of our bodies. I took over most of the movements, pulling up off of Jordan and then impaling myself on his hard ridge, again and again, as our kiss deepened and his arms grew tighter around my body. Sweat covered his chest in a sheen and beaded on my own temple, but neither of us cared.
Tonight, I was his, and he was mine.
There in the soundproof firehouse bedroom, we made love until neither of us could breathe, losing ourselves to the mindless drive of our bodies.
11
Jordan
As I held Clara in my lap, kissing and grinding into each other, I thought to myself:I can’t believe I waited so long to ask her out.
I’d been crushing on her since the first day she delivered pizza to the firehouse. After that, I always looked forward to ordering dinner on Friday night, the last meal before our shift ended. Anything to see Clara Ricci. Even on nights where they were slammed, she always delivered the food with a smile and chatted us up before leaving. She made us feel like we were more than just a customer she was being friendly to for tips.
She was certainly much more than a delivery girl to me.
I waited so long to ask her out because I didn’t expect her to stay in town. Everyone knew what had happened to her dad, Tony, and she was only here to help out in the immediate aftermath. Soon, I knew, someone different would arrive to deliver the pizza on a Friday night, and we would learn that she had left town.
I wasn’t the kind of guy who had flings or one-night-stands. I’d tried that before, and I knew it wasn’t for me. I couldn’t keep things casual. I always fell for the girls I was with, and sometimes I fellhard.