He rested his head in his hands and sighed. “I don’t know. It’s several things.”
“Like what?” I demanded. When he didn’t respond, I nudged him with my foot. “Hey. Come on. Spill it.”
“I’m new to all of this,” he replied. “I’ve never shared someone before. I don’t know how it works. And I didn’t want to seem presumptive about howyoufeel. I was worried you might be weirded out by the age difference, too.”
“You’re notthatold,” I said.
“No,” he said with a wry smirk, “but I’m old enough for it to be weird. Not to me or you, but to others.”
“I don’t care what other people think,” I said automatically. After a moment, I realized I meant it.
“There’s alsohim.” Derek gestured at the sleeping bundle of joy in the bassinet. “I’ve been totally focused on him. He’s occupied almost all of my attention and thoughts for the past two weeks.”
“I get that,” I said. “But it seems pointless to worry about things you can’t control.”
“You’re not wrong. But that doesn’t mean I don’t do it. Being in charge is a burden.” He shook his head and twisted to face me on the couch, dark eyes glistening in the soft lamp light. “I like you, Clara. I really do. Especially now that I’ve gotten to know you.”
“You have a strange way of showing it,” I muttered.
Annoyance flashed in his eyes, and then something like a challenge. Before I could react, he slid down the couch, grabbed my head with both strong hands, and crushed his lips against mine
I tensed with surprise, but then I felt the desire inside of him. He was telling the truth: he had wanted to do this for a long time, and had been holding himself back.
I breathed in his scent, full of smoke and cedar wood and his deeper, musky fragrance. My body came alive as his lips churned against mine with need, and soon I was kissing him back just as passionately.
Where has this man been hiding for the last two weeks?
Derek pulled away and gave me a satisfied glare. “How’s that for showing it?”
I bit my lip and nodded. “Mmm hmm. That’s better.”
One of his eyebrows climbed up his forehead. “Just better?”
He dove into me again, kissing me harder than before and pushing me back against the cushions with his body. My hips surged upward with need as he laid me flat, finally proving to me how hereallyfelt.
I glanced at the hallway leading to the front door of the station. “What if someone else wanders into the station in the middle of the night?”
“I don’t care,” Derek said.
He means it. The only thing he cared about right now was what he was going to do to me.
We clung and clutched to each other as the kiss deepened. His fingers danced their way down my navel, sending shivers up my spine. I spread my legs for him eagerly, and he took the hint and shoved his hand underneath the elastic of my pajamas, beyond the panties and into the warm depths of my pussy.
I craned my head back and sighed loudly.
“You’re drenched,” he whispered, breath hot and tickling against my neck.
“For you,” I replied.
A smiling snarl touched his lips, and then Derek went to work undressing me. I don’t know how he yanked off my pajamas and panties without tearing them. The air was cool on my wet lips while I watched him pull off his own blue fireman’s pants, and the briefs underneath.
I caught a glimpse of him for a brief second—he was already as hard as could be—before he smothered me with his body. Our motions were desperate and eager as he guided his crown into my lips, breath quickening.
I gasped as he plunged into my wet folds, throwing the weight of his entire body behind the erotic joining. Both of us groaned together, muscles tensing together and fingers clawing while we savored the moment.
And that makes three, I thought faintly.
But Derek wasn’t here to take his time. He was a man who knew what he wanted, who was going toproveit to me, and nothing was going to make him delay any longer.