Page 14 of Let it Crackle
She blinks. “The station?”
“Yeah, meet all the guys. I talk about you all the time. Plus…” I smirk, brushing my lips just beneath her ear, “maybe we could try out a different kind of fantasy. One involving suspenders, a locker room, and maybe a truck bay, if you’re lucky.”
Her breath catches. “A lone woman in a building full of buff firemen--I like the sound of that.”
“I’ll be only one touching you, sweetheart. Don’t get other ideas.”
She laughs, but it’s breathy, nervous. “I don’t know… that’s kind of your world.”
I tilt her chin up with two fingers, my gaze locked on hers. “You’ve already lit it on fire.”
She goes still, softening under my touch. I swear her pupils dilate again, just from that.
“Okay,” she whispers. “I wanted to get some writing done, since it’s my day off, but I’ll try, okay?”
“That’s good enough for me.”
I kiss her once more—deep and lingering, like a promise—then pull back with a groan. “I have to go before I do something reckless.”
“Like what?” she teases, breathless.
“Like make you scream loud enough for my neighbors to file a noise complaint.”
She nods at me. But something tells me she isn’t happy about this. I go get ready for work.
I’m halfway into pulling on my uniform shirt when I feel her behind me.
“We could have a quickie…” she murmurs, voice husky with want. “You’re hard. I’m wet.”
I freeze. Then slowly turn around.
She’s standing there. Completely naked.
Not in lingerie. Not in one of my shirts. Just her, bare to me.
Bare, flushed, and bold.
Her skin is glowing in the low kitchen light, warm and golden, like she’s been lit from the inside out. My gaze drops—slow, greedy—and there they are.
Her tits.
Full, high, absolutely fucking perfect. Round and soft with dusky pink nipples that tighten the second I look at them. My mouth waters. I’ve had them in my hands, in my mouth, pressed to my chest—but seeing them like this, unhidden and on display just for me? It’s a goddamn religious experience.
And the rest of her? Jesus.
Curves that don’t quit. Hips made to take a man’s grip, thighs that part like she was made for me, and a waist I could wrap one hand around while the other’s buried in her hair. Her stomach dips just enough to drive me crazy, that little soft line leading down to—I swallow hard. She’s dripping for me already. Do I really do this to her. Because it fucking turns me on so bad. My cock is rock hard, and I ain’t going to work like this. I need to be inside of her first.
“Maya,” I grit out, voice wrecked. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“You have five minutes before you need to go,” she murmurs, stepping closer, hips swaying just enough to make me snap. “I’m just being efficient.”
Fuck me.
I’m on her in a heartbeat.
I slam her back against the fridge, one hand locking around her throat just enough to hold her still while the other grabs her ass and lifts her clean off the floor. Her legs wrap around me on instinct, and she gasps when I press against her—hard, clothed, desperate.
“You’re soaked,” I growl in her ear, grinding against her slick heat through my jeans. “Did you get this wet just thinking about me fucking you?”
