Page 64 of Into the Fire
And when he pulled back, his voice was a low rumble against her lips.
“Let's go home, baby.”
The cab of Levi’s pickup was quiet, except for the soft hum of tires on gravel and the distant chorus of frogs singing from the creek that ran along the side of the road. The dashboard lights covered Emery’s legs in a soft glow, the black satin of her dress catching just enough light to keep Levi riding the high of the wayshe looked tonight.
His hand never left hers, and he’d flipped up the center console of the bench seat so she could take the seat in the middle to eliminate any space between them, the warmth of his touch grounding her.
She turned to look at him, taking in the way his jaw clenched every time he sent a glance her way. His forearms flexed as he turned the wheel into the ranch driveway. He looked like every cowboy fantasy wrapped in muscle and quiet strength.
“You look pretty great tonight, too, you know,” she says, her voice soft. “But you always do.”
“Hmm,” he hummed. “You must’ve missed me sweating through that speech they asked me to give.”
“I saw you, you said, like, ten words and thanked the cattle.”
He cracked a smile and brought their joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of hers. “What can I say? They’re hard workers.”
The moment they walked through the front door, Levi knelt before her to unclasp and slip off her heels. With a sigh as her bare feet hit the floor, she let herself relaxinto the cozy familiarity of Levi’s home.
It was still. Quiet.
She realized just how rare that was now. No cartoons. No clatter of dishes or boots on the porch or farm equipment outside. Just them.
He stood to face her. Mesmerized as she shifted her hair, the soft waves tumbling around her bare shoulders. The black satin clinging to her every curve like it was made for her, and he just stood there for a moment, watching her like he didn’t want to blink and miss it.
“You know what I thought about all night?” he asked, closing the distance between them.
Emery arched a brow. “I think I might have a clue.”
He filled the space in front of her, running a strong hand over her shoulder and delicately tracing the bare skin of her back where the dress dipped low. “I thought about how this dress is gonna look on the floor.”
She shivered under his touch.
His hands slid to her waist, drawing her flush against him. She let her fingers trail up the open collar of his shirt, brushing the base of his neck as they kissed,long and deep and full of everything they hadn’t said earlier in front of the crowd.
“I want you to know I meant what I said tonight,” he told her between kisses. “About loving you. About wanting this—us. Not just here and now, but... for real. All of it.”
Emery’s hands framed his face, grazing across his stubbled jaw as she looked at him, her heart full and aching and light all at once.
“I love you, too, Levi. You make it so easy.”
He lifted her effortlessly, the high slit in her dress allowing her legs to wrap around his waist as he carried her toward the bedroom, his mouth never straying far from her skin.
He had no trouble finding the zipper and slowly lowering it before guiding the thin straps off of her shoulders, letting the dress fall to the floor, his fingers trailing lightly between her breasts. “You’re somethin’ else, Emery.”
“And you’re stalling, and still dressed,” she pouted.
That made him chuckle, low and full of gravel. He stepped back and, in record time, stripped naked, then stalked to her and picked her up again.
Smoothly, he turned and lay back on the bed so she was straddling him. The heat between them surged—kisses growing deeper, hungrier. She touched him with confidence, hands tangling in his hair as she looked at him with a grin. “You gonna let me be the cowgirl tonight?” With that, he twisted a handful of her hair into his fist, tugging to tip her jaw up. With an unexpected buck of his hips, she shot forward, just enough that her chest was in his face. “I swear, you were made for me,” he said as his free hand cupped one of her breasts while he pulled the other nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking, marking her skin like she was his territory.
“Levi…” she gasped, her hips rolling instinctively into him. “Right here, baby,” he murmured, his voice steady despite the fire in his veins. “I’ve got you.”
She rose tocreate space between them, reaching down and wrapping her hand around his cock, her gaze hungry at the sight of him.
“Fuck” he growled, “you look so pretty with my dick in your hand.” A blush rose to her cheeks, and her dark eyes flashed, lining him up in a way that she could grind against him, coating him with her arousal. Sinking slowly onto him, her nails dug into the muscles on his chest, sure to leave a mark. “Levi, you feel amazing.” Picking up the pace, she rode him until her legs burned.
His hands gripped her hips as he began meeting her with his thrusts. “So good—but you're not done yet, baby. Almost there.” The feel of skin on skin and the ragged breaths stole the air from both of their lungs. They moved in sync, the lamp on the bedside table giving the perfect amount of moody light and creating shadows on the wall.
