Page 51 of Chasing the Flame
I’m standing directly in front of him, drowning in his gaze. Sucking in a sharp breath, I whisper, “Fuck it.”
Jettson
We’re standing in the pouring fucking rain, both of us tired of fighting this pull. We’re struggling to breathe correctly, our chests rapidly rising and falling in the frigid air. There’s a charge in the atmosphere, one that has my dick straining against my jeans.
I’m trying to fight this need… but god dammit.
I want her. So, fucking bad. I wanted her the moment she opened the door of that bastard’s house, scowling at me like she already knew what a pain-in-her ass I was going to be.
Iburnfor her.
Every waking moment, of every single fucking day. From the time I get up until the time I go to sleep, I’m consumed by thoughts of Averie Blackthorne.
And goddamnit, I’m fucking sick and tired of fighting it.
“Fuck it,” she whispers, completely confident as her eyes blaze with need.
I don’t think, I react, snatching the back of her head and crashing my lips down on hers. My nose stings, but I don’t give a fuck. The gasp that leaves her lips pulls a deep groan from my throat. She tastes fucking divine, and meets every punishing stroke of my tongue with passion.
She mewls, melting into me, her hands frantically working at my old belt. I break the kiss, spinning her around and gently push her face down against the hood of my truck. I tut, “What a greedy little thing you are, Averie. Are you already soaked for me? I bet if I yanked down your jeans, your pretty pussy would weep if I so much as blew on it.”
Averie whimpers, clenching her thighs together. My palm rests on her back, holding her in place and my rock-hard dick has long surpassed the point of uncomfortable. Still, I’ve been waiting for weeks to get my hands on Averie, and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.
I reach a hand around, rubbing her sensitive pussy over her jeans. She squirms, bucking her hips, and I remove my hand and smack her ass.
She gasps, groaning softly when I squeeze the tender spot, massaging it with my fingers. “Don’t be greedy, I plan to take this slow, baby.”
“Oh, fuck!” The groan is like music to my ears. I have her exactly where I want her, practically melting in the palm of my hand. “Jettson, I-I need you.”
Grinning, I unbutton her jeans, sliding them over her thick ass and down her legs. She’s wearing the sexiest black lacy underwear, and I want to pocket them. “Step out of your jeans.” She freezes, unsure of the tone of my voice. “Now,” I say, giving her another slap on the ass.
She whimpers, not from pain, but from desire. Then, Averie complies, shifting to kick her jeans to the side. We’re both drenched, not like it matters they’ll be splattered in mud. When she’s partially bared before me, save that perfect pair of underwear, I lean down, planting a kiss on each cheek of her ass. She sucks in a breath, and the growl that leaves my chest is primal. I fucking love the sounds coming from her.
Using my teeth, I pull down her underwear as much as I can, and use my fingers to help slide them all the way down. “Step out of the underwear, turn around, and put it in my pocket.” The command leaves my lips, gruff but clear.
This time, Averie doesn’t hesitate. She complies instantly, even going a step further by yanking off her black T-shirt and matching bra. Her rosy nipples are a sight to behold, and god dammit if I don’t want to bury inside her.
Right. Fucking. Now.
With great restraint, I dip my head and taste her tits, flicking and teasing with strokes of my tongue. She moans, fisting a hand in my hair and tugging tightly. Oh, so this is how you want to play?
Another devilish grin skates across, stopping me mid-thought. Instinct takes over, and I give her a hand necklace I know she’ll enjoy wearing. My grip is firm but not tight, and I give her a gentle squeeze before lavishing her breasts and stomach with kisses.
Luke was never going to be man enough for her. She is divine—a goddess born to be worshipped.
The minute my hand squeezes a little firmer around her neck, two things happen. The first, Averie bites her lower lip capturing my attention. Then, she uses the momentary distraction to unbuckle my belt. And that just won’t do.
“This. Is. About. You,” I growl, bringing my nose an inch away from hers. Her eyelids flutter closed, and she rolls her head back relishing in my touch. I kiss, nip, and lick down her throat and across her chest.
It’s like everything is set ablaze, and my touch is pushing her closer to the edge. My girl is begging to be shown just howgoodsex can really be. And I’m dying, no, salivating at the mouth to taste her.
Working my hands across her stomach, I caress and slide my fingers down and gently squeeze her hips. My eyes greedily take in her right thigh, anticipation thrumming through me at finally uncovering the tattoo that’s been burning in the back of my mind for weeks. It’s beautiful, a flaming feather that curves along her thigh delicately, ending in a quill dripping with ink. But it’s the script that stops me in my tracks. A single quote, but one that’s so powerful.
She wrote in ash and called it hope.
My fingers brush against the script, my mouth following with tiny kisses along each word. It describes this amazing womanperfectly. Sliding further down, I plant kisses along her thighs, down her calves, making sure she understands how much I crave her. Dropping to the ground, I hike her leg up on my shoulder, and lock eyes with her. I gently blow against her pussy, relishing in the tremor that ravages her body. She sighs, biting that damn bottom lip again, “Please.”
It’s a whisper, broken, and reverent. I feel the raw need pulsating in the air, smothering us in its intensity.
