Page 70 of Firecracker

He pushed the blanket away, set his hands on her waist, and lifted her so she was straddling him. She gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. Wide-eyed, she stared at him. “You’re strong.”

She made him feel like he could crush bricks with his bare hands. “I have to be.” He slid his hands down to her ass and pulled her closer, so his throbbing erection was pressed right to her warm, damp center. He lifted the hem of her nightie and found skin again.

Christ. When he’d filled his palms with her taut little cheeks, he’d damn near come. He squeezed the firm flesh and let out a groan. “Damn, Arden.”

“Tyler…”

The strappy little garment had to go. He slid his hands along her back, pushing it up, slowly, anticipation tightening his lungs, blood surging to his groin. He held her gaze as he eased the fabric up…and up…and she didn’t stop him. His fingers skimmed over her ribcage, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts, and then she lifted her arms so he could draw it over her head and off.

His head spun as he took in nearly naked Arden, perfection right in front of him. “Jesus,” he muttered. “Look at you, gorgeous girl.”

Her hands drifted down to rest on his shoulders again. He studied her avidly, and then he cupped her breasts, another groan rumbling up from his chest. Her head fell back, her back arched, pushing her softness into his palms. “Oh…”

Her nipples hardened and more heat flooded to his groin.

Christ, she was perfect, sweet, addicting…better than any of the fantasies he’d had about her in his teenage bed when he jerked off thinking about her—after watching her bounce around on the sidelines in her little cheerleader skirt; after seeing her in a tank top with no bra one day; or another summer day he’d glimpsed her lying in the sun in a bikini in their backyard. So much better…now he could breathe in her scent, taste her mouth, fill his hands with her softness…he felt like he’d waited his whole life for this. For her.

He hadn’t thought of hereveryminute for the last ten years. He’d been with other women. But nowthiswas happening…that all fell away, like smoke clearing.

He felt the weight of her breasts as she made breathy little noises and squirmed against him, which only made him harder. He skimmed his hands down to her waist, which he could easily span, and dipped his head to taste her.

Her hair tickled his hands, flowing down her back. “Oh God.”

“Mmm.” He sucked, enjoying the feel of her hands smoothing across his shoulders, her fingers brushing the nape of his neck, then sliding up into his hair. Tingles slid down his spine and pooled in his low back. “That’s it, baby. Give me these…they’re fucking perfect.” A buzzing in his groin was building in intensity, but he wanted to draw this out, to enjoy every second of it, every breathy moan, the feel of her on his tongue, her hands tugging at his hair. His entire body was lit up, combusting.

She rubbed her palms over his chest, setting even more nerve endings on fire. He tangled a hand in her hair and brought her mouth to his for another hot, lush kiss. She rocked her pelvis against him, and damn near made him lose it.

Panting, they broke apart and stared at each other. He rubbed his nose alongside hers and murmured, “Are we doing this?”

“Oh please. Please, yes.”

“Thank Christ.” He gripped her ass and stood. She let out a little squeal and held onto his shoulders as he started toward her bedroom. Her legs wrapped around him as he’d imagined a few or maybe a million times.

He couldn’t make her whole life better. At least not right now. But for the next few hours, he could make her feel pretty damn good.

He carried her into her bedroom and set her in the middle of the bed, then leaned down, fists planted in the mattress and kissed her again. He lowered one knee to the bed between her legs, then the other, slowly rolling her down to her back so he was lying in the cradle of her thighs. One of her hands caressed his face, the other gliding up and down his bare back. Her hips rolled, pressing her core against his straining hardness, and he matched her rhythm so they were slowly rocking together in an exquisite, brilliant cadence.

He pushed up onto straight arms again, watching her face…her eyes shadowy, her lips parted. He lowered his head and kissed her lower belly, then slowly drew his tongue up over her stomach. She moaned as he licked higher.

Her body twitched hard and her hands tightened on his arms. Still taking his time, he opened his mouth over the nipple and drew it into his mouth in a long, slow pull.

“Oh God.” Her hips bucked up against his. “Oh God, that feels good.”

“Mmmm.” He sucked harder, pressing his whole mouth into her plump flesh, then moved to the other breast. He feasted…long, delicious draws, circling the tip with his tongue, then sucking again.

Her soft whimpers teased his ears, making him even harder, almost unbearably primed. He kissed his way back down her abdomen, aware that she was watching him, then sat back on his heels and tugged her up to sitting and leaned in for more long, deep kisses. She sighed into his mouth and he pulled back. “Jesus. You’re so goddamn hot. I want to make you come again.”

She whimpered.

“Want you to come on my tongue.” He kissed her again. “Want to make you lose your mind.”

“Oh God.” The words eased between her lips on a shaky breath.

He cupped her breasts with both hands and gently squeezed, admiring the shape and weight of her, then he lost patience. His dick was a throbbing spike in his boxers, leaking with the urgent need to come. He hauled Arden up on to his lap, her legs around his hips, her arms encircling his neck, and kissed her again and again, both of them now making frantic, fraught sounds, hands grabbing and clutching at each other.

He urged her down to her back again and, a smile curving her lips, she reached for his boxers and palmed him through the thin cotton. He let out a low groan, closing his eyes, letting her tug the elastic waistband down, lower, freeing his heavy cock.

“Oh.” Her eyes lit up and she let out a soft sigh of pleasure, curling her fingers around him to stroke. “Wow. You’re, um, big.”

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