Page 148 of Burning Ember
He’s pushing me. And although it’s a little alarming, I can’t deny I need it. I’ve always been awful about taking care of my own needs. Usually everyone else’s come first.
“That was really nice of you.” He comes to me. I slide my arms up his chest and then around his neck. “Thank you.”
His hands land on my hips and his head dips down as I tilt mine up. “I told you I could be a better guy.”
“I’m seeing that.”
He brushes his lips over mine. “Good. Because I like you right here. And I’m gonna do what I can to keep you.”
I push up on my toes and kiss him. Slowly and sweetly on the lips with a hint of tongue. I want nothing more than to get lost in him and his kiss all day. But a small little voice in my head keeps telling me not to hand over my heart to him just yet.
As I pull back, I ask, “Are you ready to learn how to cook?”
His hands haven’t left my hips. He places a peck on my nose and then turns me around to face the stove. “Are you ready to teach me?”
“Depends.” I push back into him.
He groans. “On what?”
“On whether or not you’re going to pay attention, or just stand here and distract me.”
He laughs and moves my hair over my other shoulder. He kisses the curve of my neck. “Can’t I do both?”
“Hmmm. I don’t know. The way this feels we might end up with another fire.”
He steps to my side, rubs his hands together, and looks down at me. “Okay, let’s do this before I haul you over my shoulder and carry you upstairs. Show me what I need to know.”
We get the hash browns on first and once they’re set, I have him start the eggs, with low heat this time, and lots of butter, while I put the bacon into another pan. But a moment later, I notice he’s torturing the eggs and mixing them too rapidly. I reach forward and slow down his movements with my hand over his. Instead of mimicking my movements, he lets go of the spatula and lets me take over. At first, I don’t know why, but then he whispers, “Keep cookin’,” as he stands behind me.
“You’re not a very good student.”
He laughs darkly under his breath as he lips come to my ear. “I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He sucks my lobe into his mouth. When he lets go, he says, “I never was.”
He slides his hand around and palms my stomach. He forces my body against his. Then his fingers trail down and sink into my underwear. I’m already wet.
“Fuck. I’ll never get used to how heavenly you feel on my hands. I want to own this. Make it mine. Make you mine.”
I tense under those words.
“It doesn’t have to be a bad thing, Doll. It means I want to love this part of you so good and so deeply that you’ll never want to share it with anyone else.”
I don’t censor my thoughts. They just spill from my lips. “If that’s the case . . . then I’m already yours.”
“You’re damn right you are.” He spins me and before I can get my bearings, he grabs both sides of my face and smashes his mouth on top of mine brutally, except it feels so good. I drop the spatula and wind my arms around his neck.
Mav grunts and his hands sweep down to my ass. He picks me up and starts stepping back all the while his tongue is stroking my tongue. Sweeping his arm over the island, he sends everything on it crashing to the ground. After sitting me on top of it, he grinds himself into me. I grab his shirt and pull it over his head. He rips mine as he tugs it off me.Then he’s kissing me fiercely again.At the same time, his fingers fumble with the button on my shorts. He impatiently yanks them off, taking my panties with them. I reach for his belt and push his jeans down past his hips. The second his cock springs free, Mav circles his hand around it and guides himself up and down my slit. He pulls my leg over his hip, and then in one savage thrust, he buries himself inside me.
I gasp and cling to his neck.
“You have no fucking idea. Jesus . . . Nothin’ fuckin’ comes close to this. It’s like heaven and hell wrapped into one. Somethin’ I’d fuckin’ sell my soul for. Die to keep.”
He threads his hands into my hair and seals his mouth over mine. Half the time he kisses me like I’m his air and the rest of the time he kisses down my neck and sucks on my skin until that small pain I crave barrels through me and sends sparks of desire south.
He hammers into me, and hits that spot that sends me reeling. When I whimper, he smiles against my skin and slows. He stops and almost pulls out of me.
“Luce, don’t you dare.” I glare up at him.
He laughs and slides into me fast and deep. “Don’t what, Doll?”
