Page 11 of The Smokejumper's Lady
“Still got a few minutes. The Reynolds family’s still in the other room. You want me to stop, tell me now.”
She clears her throat softly, her cheeks turning an adorable shade of red. “I’ve never…I mean, I haven’t…”
I freeze, pulling back just enough to meet her eyes. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods, lips pressed together like she’s bracing for judgment.
Instead, something snaps in me. Possessive heat. Dark and hot and primitive.
Holy fuck.
Every instinct in my body flares to life, and I feel the sudden urge to claim her right here and now. I want to mark her. Ruin her for anyone else.
I’m kissing her again before she can second-guess herself, my tongue claiming her mouth thoroughly before I pull back. “You’re gonna tell me if I do something you don’t like, okay?”
She nods, swiping her tongue over her lips in a way that makes my cock rear in protest.
Oh, to have those lips wrapped around me…
But that’ll have to wait. This time is all about her.
“Wh—what’re you doing?” she asks breathily when I start to lower the zipper on her shorts.
“I’m going to make you feel good, Clea. So good you’re going to remember me every time you close your eyes.”
I hook my fingers under the edge of her shorts, watching her for any sign of hesitation. She lifts her hips. Permission.
Good.
I lower her waistband slowly, just enough for me to slide my hand down her front, between her shorts and her panties, which are already soaked through. She’s flushed, warm, and so wet for me. I run my other hand up her back, under her shirt, pressing us closer together.
“So gorgeous,” I murmur against her lips, trailing my mouth along her jaw, licking a path down her neck to her collarbone. “I should’ve done this in the damn chopper.”
She lets out a breathy laugh that cuts off in a moan when I stroke a finger against her clit through the fabric. She gasps, hands flying to my shoulders. I continue to play with her, slowly and deliberately. Testing what makes her squirm. What makes her moan.
When I think she’s warmed up enough, I pull the panties to the side and slide a single finger inside her wet heat.
“Ryan! God—”
Fuck. She’s so tight, and each of her sweet whimpers makes my cock harder. I start to gently fuck her with my finger, circling her clit with my thumb.
She’s grinding herself against my hand now, riding my finger like there’s nowhere else she’d rather be. She moans, loud, and I return my mouth to hers to cut off the sound.
She’s shaking now, her walls squeezing me tighter. She’s close.
I’m about to add a second finger inside her when—
Knock. Knock. Knock.
We both freeze, and then I jump back fast, removing my hand from her shorts. She zips herself up quick, eyes wide with horror and a lustful haze.
A beat later, the door opens.
The medic walks in, completely unfazed. “Hey, sorry. Just finishing up with the other family. You two doing okay?”
Clea gives her a thumbs-up and a smile so forced it might crack her face. “Great! We’re great. Very…checked.”
“Vitals look good from here,” I say, coughing into my fist.
