Page 50 of Burn It Down

I don’t really know why that is.

“Well, I’m glad you did. What happened?”

I pull him into my lap, letting his legs straddle mine as he faces me. It’s my favorite position, getting to look into his eyes like this. He’s wearing his glasses tonight, I notice, as I wrap my arms around him. “A house fire. Total loss.”

“Was anyone hurt?”

I shake my head. “No, but it’s a young family. They lost everything right before the holidays. They already had their Christmas tree up.” I shake my head sadly. “The mom told me they usually never put it up before Thanksgiving, but the kids had begged her to do it early this year, so they did.”

He cups my cheek in his hand, and I can feel the sympathy he has for them. “That’s awful.”

“It is. It just put me in a bad mood. I wanted to salvage something for them.”

“You did the best you could, and no one was hurt. They’re together, Kade. That’s what matters.”

I smile, knowing he’s right. “We’re going to do a toy drive at the station. Hopefully, they can still have a decent Christmas.”

“Let me know the details. I’d like to donate and share this with the faculty.”

I grin at him, shaking my head because of course he’s already in fix-it mode. I love that about him. I love every fucking thing about him. I love him.

It’s a realization that didn’t hit me all at once. It sort of just started creeping up on me, but it’s been there, under the surface. I want to tell him, but I also know he still sees this as temporary.

And I don’t want to make him feel like he has to be with me. Like he owes it to me or something because I went and fell in love.

So instead of saying the words, I just surge forward and capture his lips with mine, kissing him hard. It’s needy and desperate. Quickly igniting and turning into a full-on inferno. I don’t want his glasses to get damaged, so I carefully remove them and place them on the coffee table before fusing my mouth with his again.

We’re stripping out of our clothes, and before I know it, I’m carrying him naked to his bedroom. I drop him to his feet in the bedroom, and he wraps his arms around my neck, kissing me softly and exploring every inch of my mouth.

“Did you get your test results back?” I ask against his sweet lips.

I got tested the very week we talked about it—all negative. Not surprising, since I’ve been celibate for so long and had been tested a couple of times since I was last with Megan—but I needed to be 100 percent certain.

Spencer, unfortunately, has been really busy at work and hadn’t had time until this week. I’m dying to feel him bare, but I’m also not in any hurry. I’ll take anything and everything I can get with him.

“Mm-hmm. All good,” he says, his fingers going through my hair as we kiss, our hard cocks sliding along each other and sending sparks of pure electricity through my whole body.

“So . . . no condoms?”

He shakes his head and drags his hand down my stomach and then reaches my cock, wrapping around it and starting to stroke. “Nope. I want this inside me with nothing else between us.”

My dick jerks in his hand, and precum slides down over the head. “Fuck.” I kiss him hard. “I want that.” He smiles against my mouth. “But I was thinking we could do something a little different tonight.”

He pulls back slightly—just enough to look at me. “What did you have in mind?”

I reach for his dick, hot and heavy in my hand as I stroke him slowly. “I thought maybe I could have you inside me.”

His dick twitches in my hand, and he groans, kissing me hard and nodding. “Yes.” He kisses me softly. “Are you sure you want that?”

I nod. Though the nerves are there, I want this with him. I want everything with him. I know if I don’t like it or want him to stop, he will. I’ve never known anyone more caring and kind than Spencer. “I want everything.”

He pulls his mouth from mine, and I see the nerves in his eyes too. “I’ve never...”

“Really?” I ask with a smirk, and he shoves me playfully.

“Really. But I want to.”

“Good,” I say, grabbing him and kissing him hard. We make our way to the bed, and he encourages me to lie down. The nerves are really starting to take over, but I trust him. He blankets my body with his, and he takes his time. Kissing my mouth and down my neck, over each pec—teasing my nipples and making me squirm with need.

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