Page 14 of His Big Holiday Firefighter
“Oh, damn. That was...” I trailed off, words failing me.
Noah smiled, a mix of tenderness and lingering hunger. “We’re not done yet,” he said, his voice a promise.
I felt a surge of need to reciprocate, to make him feel even a fraction of what he’d given me. With a sudden burst of energy, I pushed against his chest. He went willingly, letting me guide him onto his back.
“Now it’s your turn.” I straddled his hips.“I want you to come inside me.”
Noah’s eyes widened, his hands coming to rest on my thighs as I positioned myself above him. I sank down slowly, taking him deep inside me again. The new angle was intense, allowing him to reach even deeper than before.
“James,” he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips.
I set the pace this time, rising and falling on him in a rhythm that had us both panting. I braced my hands on his chest, skin slick with sweat, feeling his heart racing beneath my palm. The power of controlling our pleasure was an intoxicating high.
“You’re incredible.” I rolled my hips in a way that made him moan. “So good inside me.”
Noah’s hands slid up to my waist, helping guide my movements. As my pace quickened, he began thrusting up to meet me, our bodies finding a perfect synchronicity. The room filled with the sounds of our pleasure—skin against skin, ragged breathing, and increasingly vocal moans.
“Harder,” I urged, and Noah responded.
His powerful thighs flexed as he drove up into me, hitting spots that made stars explode behind my eyelids. I was hard again, impossibly aroused despite having already come. Noahwrapped his hand around me, stroking in time with our movements.
“I’m not going to last,” Noah warned, his rhythm faltering.
“Together,” I gasped, feeling my own control spiraling, tension building higher for a second time.
Noah’s thrusts became more urgent, deeper and harder, chasing the inevitable release. His hand moved faster, bringing me to the edge alongside him. When he hit that perfect spot inside me one more time, I came again, clenching around him as pleasure overtook me.
Noah followed immediately, his body tensing beneath me as he pulsed inside me. For a perfect moment, we were completely united, sharing the same breath, the same heartbeat, the same joyful ecstasy.
I collapsed onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as the aftershocks of pleasure rippled through us.
We stayed like that, connected and content, as our heartbeats gradually slowed.
After a while, I gently shifted off him, gasping as his cock slipped from my body.
We were both utterly wrecked in the best possible way.
He gathered me back into his arms and pulled the blankets over us, cocooning us in warmth against the winter night.
Outside, in the distance, the town clock chimed midnight, and I realized the competition was just a day away. But for once, I wasn’t anxious about schedules or outcomes or perfection.
For the first time in longer than I could remember, I was exactly where I wanted to be. And I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.
CHAPTER NINE
For the firsttime since Nai Nai’s passing, I flicked on the bakery’s lights before dawn, cutting through the winter darkness like a beacon.
I moved through the familiar space, bringing it back to life one switch, one machine, one memory at a time. The ancient ovens hummed as they warmed, their heat chasing away the December chill and filling the air with the promise of irresistibly sweet treats. Each surface I wiped down, each piece of equipment I uncovered, felt like waking up something that had only been sleeping, waiting for me.
I could almost hear my grandmother’s voice guiding me.First, we wake the ovens, little dumpling. They need time to stretch, just like people do.
The bell jingled just as the early sky lightened, casting pearl-gray light through the frosted windows. Noah stood in the doorway, arms full of competition supplies. His smile, when he saw me already covered in flour and wearing one of Nai Nai’s old aprons, could have lit up the whole town.
“You’re really doing this,” he said, setting down the things he’d brought with a reverent care. “You’re staying.”
I wiped my hands on my apron, suddenly shy under the intensity of his gaze. “Well, someone has to defend Nai Nai’s title in the competition. And I hear my partner’s pretty good with butter.”
Noah crossed the kitchen in three strides, backing me against the counter with a gentle inevitability that made my breath catch. “Just butter?” His voice was teasing, but his eyes were serious as they searched my face, looking for any hint of doubt.
