Page 32 of The Smokejumper's Lady
“So am I. I’m feeling very cared for right now.”
She huffs, but the sound is half laugh, half sob. “I just needed to be sure. After what I saw on the news…”
“I know,” I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I’m sorry you had to see that.”
“I thought you were gone.”
“I’m not.” I tighten my hold on her waist. “Thanks to a stubborn streak and a lot of dumb luck, I’m still here. And I’m even better now that you’re here too.”
She exhales, trembling just a little. Then she looks down at me, lips parted, eyes still wet but full of something new, something hot and aching. Desire, raw and unfiltered.
“You’re really okay?” she asks, one more time.
I nod, slow and deliberate. “Never been better.”
There’s a beat of silence.
Then I lean in close, lowering my voice. “Well…almost.”
Her brows lift. “Almost?”
“There is one thing,” I murmur, brushing my mouth against her jaw. “A tiny little fix.”
Her breath hitches. “What is it? I’ll do anything.”
“Go lock the door.”
She blinks. Then blushes, then giggles. That sweet, wild sound spills out of her as she scrambles off the bed and tiptoes to the door like we’re teenagers sneaking around. She flips the lock with a soft click, glancing back at me over her shoulder with a wicked glint in her eye.
“Done,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.
“Get over here.”
She climbs back into the bed, straddling my hips with slow, deliberate movements. Her hands press against my chest, and I bite back a groan at the contact, pain and pleasure twisting together in the best kind of way.
“You sure you’re up for this?” she teases, running her fingers under the hem of my hospital gown.
“Sweetheart,” I growl, gripping her hips, “I’ve been through fire and hell in the last forty-eight hours. I’d flatline happily if this was the last thing I did.”
She bites her lip and leans down, her lips brushing mine, soft and slow. “Not letting you flatline on me, hero. I’ve got plans for you.”
Then she surprises me by sliding down my body, her intentions clear when her hands slide under the thin sheet covering me, tugging at the waistband of my hospital-issue pants. I hiss through my teeth as she frees me, her small, clever hands wrapping around me like she owns me.
God, she does.
She licks her lips at the sight of my hard cock.
“You sure, baby?” I ask.
She grins. “I mean, I’ve never done this before, but…I’ve been wanting to taste you for days now.”
Fuck. “Well, don’t let me stop you.” I shift my hips to get closer to her face, groaning at the slight pain the movement brings.
“Only if you promise to stay still,” she scolds me, smirking.
She bends over me and licks tentatively at the tip. I shudder at the sensation, and she swirls her tongue around the head, enjoying the game of finding out what makes me react the most. And my girl is brave, so it isn’t long before she’s sliding me deep into her mouth, bobbing up and down.
I tilt my head back and groan. “Fuck, sweetheart, yes. Just like that.”
