Page 36 of Ignite

The cup she held was taken away by a thick finger, and Jazz looked up to see Wolf with a towel wrapped around his hips. He lifted the R2-D2 mug and took a sip. She took note of his grimace, but her eyes were on the tattoo across his rippled abs.

“Don’t you find it a bit strange to be known as a top barista, but you don’t like coffee?”

Maybe. You’re naked. Technically in public.“Maybe naked in public?”

He laughed and bent to place the cup on the table, then brought his face close to hers. “No one is on the greenway, and we’re well hidden by all those bushes. Anyone on the river would have to have binoculars to see, and even then, it’s quite a distance.” His lips brushed over hers. “Want to get naked together out here?”

Yes!“Yes.”

He pulled the “I Love Spock” T-shirt over her head and settled his hips between her knees to feast on her breasts. She leaned back and closed her eyes as Freya objected to being dislodged. Wolf lowered his mouth over one nipple, sucked it to a point, and then laved it flat with his tongue. A combination moan and sigh left her as he rolled the other one between his fingers.

He did this a lot, giving her breasts this kind of attention every day. It was one of his favorite foreplay moves, and she had yet to grow tired of it. Would she ever?

During this time of living with him, she no longer had any doubts that he wanted to be with her. His first week, he fixed the running toilet, replaced the leaky faucet in the kitchen, and tightened up the loose railing on the walkway to the street. When she protested, he said that since he’d moved in, he needed to do his fair share of upkeep. The second week, he tore out the ratty carpet and cracked linoleum and refinished the hardwood floor underneath. So far this week, he’d replaced the water heater and some plumbing.

He also made love to her daily.

She had to call itmaking love, becausefuckingorhaving sexdidn’t fit. Those terms sounded transactional and cold and had nothing to do with the intimate times they spent together. Wolf gave as much as he took, always with care. He asked her how she felt, what she liked, and how far she would go. His respect and communication made her less awkward around him, and for the first time, she knew what it was to be cherished.

Jazz writhed as his hands moved to her hips, and she lifted them in the chair as he peeled down her leggings, taking her underwear with them. He spread her thighs wide to open her bare pussy. He’d shaved it himself just a few nights ago, making it one of the most deeply personal and trusting encounters she’d ever had. His fingers opened her sex, and he drew her distended clit between his lips. Something else she quickly found out was that he loved going down on her. She could be jealous of all the women he’d practiced on before her, but at the moment, she was grateful for their tutelage.

He licked and sucked her at a leisurely pace, keeping her jerking hips still with his hands. Jazz thought he treated her like an ice cream cone, taking all the time in the world to draw out the flavor. The orgasm he pulled out of her hit hard, and she let out a small scream as the release made her lose control. One thick finger pushed inside her channel just before the first wave hit her, and she cried out in pleasure. Her hands clutched his hair as he finished her with one last twirl of his tongue.

A moment later, he shed his towel and lifted her from the chair. He sat down in her place and pulled her legs over his hips so she straddled him. She balanced herself as the head of his hard cock made contact with her wet, pulsing channel.

“Lean back, baby. I want to watch you take me.”

She slid down. Would she ever get tired of the sensation when he first breached her opening and slowly filled the void inside her? Jazz let out a low moan as he guided her movements, found that perfect angle, and steadily stroked it like he was petting her.

“You good, babe?”

She smiled and arched her back to take more. “Yes. Very.”

He wet his thumb and pressed it to her clit so each thrust added another layer of sensation. He teased and kept her just under climaxing again until she was ready to scream. When he finally allowed her to come, it was long and so intense that she lost her senses for anything other than the pleasure he gave her. Her core burned with fire as wave after wave crashed over her. He quickly found his climax, too, swelling and then pulsing inside her.

“Christ!” he growled and pulled her down to rest his forehead against hers. Both of them panted at the power of their lovemaking and how it left them both satisfied and relaxed.

“Will it always be like this?” she asked as she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders.

“I don’t know, but I don’t see it stopping anytime soon.” He kissed her before sliding out.

She felt the wetness between her legs then and turned her eyes to him in mild panic. “We didn’t use a condom.”

She slid off and stretched back on the lounge as he stood and picked up the discarded towel, draping it over his shoulder. “You okay with that? I don’t know what you think about having kids, but for the record, I’m not worried if it happens.”

That took her by surprise. “You… you want to…?”

He laughed as he bent to scoop her up in his arms. Hers automatically came around his neck as he lifted her against his bare chest and strode through the door. Freya darted inside just as he kicked it shut. “We’ll need a bigger house. I don’t know if you want to add on to this one or look for something else, but we have time. I’m not going anywhere.”

The bedroom wasn’t far. He found the bed and laid her on her back with ease as he leaned over her. His fingers traced a pattern on her stomach, and his face grew serious. “All joking aside, I don’t know how I feel about what’s happening between us, but I can’t see a future without you in it. I remember my parents and how they functioned as one unit. They never did anything without the other. Grocery shopping, oil changes, school events—they were always together. I never thought I’d find someone I’d want to be that close to, and now I have.”

He spread his fingers and placed his warm palm against her lower abdomen. The touch was both personal and possessive. Jazz bit her lip to keep it from quivering as she said, “You already found out I’ve had a thing for you for years. It’s one of the reasons I liked getting up in the morning to go to the coffee shop. Just to see you come in and ask for a latte and a Danish. Is that crazy?”

His hand moved, stroking over her belly. The arousing heat made her want to squirm. “Not crazy at all. I like where we are. I like how we fit. I like being with you more than I have any other woman in my life. I don’t know if this is the lasting kind of love, but it sure feels like it.”

Jazz’s heart did a pirouette. “Are you saying you… um… love me?”

He shifted himself over her, and she parted her legs to let him settle between them. A second later, he was sliding into her welcoming pussy. “Does this answer your question, babe? If you want to stop to get a condom, that’s fine, but we’ve already put the cart before the horse tonight. We can look into a different birth control if you want, but if you’re okay for now, I’d like to risk it one more time.”

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