Page 18 of The Firefighter's Angel
“I—I think…something’s happening—”
I growl in satisfaction, dropping a hand between us to rub slow, tight circles over her clit. “That’s it, baby. Let it happen. Give me another one. Come for me.”
She comes undone with a loud cry, her body pulsing around me, gripping me like a vise.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I groan, gritting my teeth. “You’re gonna break me…”
She’s gasping beneath me, face flushed, lips parted in pure ecstasy. The sight of her, completely undone, trembling in my arms, burns itself into my memory forever. I never want to forget this. This memory…this moment right here.
My control snaps, and my rhythm falters. I slam in once, twice, then bury myself to the hilt with a roar as I come deep inside her. My body locks up, muscles tight, cock twitching with pulse after pulse of hot release. I swear I see stars. My vision goes white.
I’ve never come this hard in my life.
I pant above her, shaking, forehead resting against hers as I ride the last waves of it. She’s still clinging to me, her body soft and warm, so damn perfect.
I don’t move. I stay right there, buried inside her, arms wrapped around her like she’ll disappear if I let go.
Her fingers slide up into my hair, stroking gently. “Daniel?”
“Yeah, baby?” I murmur, voice low, hoarse.
“That was…insane.”
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Yeah, it was.”
“Did I do okay?”
I pull back just enough to look into her face. “You were perfect. Sweet, brave, beautiful. You made me feel more than I’ve ever felt in my life.”
She smiles, sleepy and dazed, like her body’s still floating.
I brush a damp strand of hair from her forehead. “You okay? Not hurting?”
She shakes her head. “No. I feel…full. A little sore maybe, but good.”
My heart squeezes at that. I kiss her again, slower this time. “Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl. Then I want to hold you for a long, long time.”
She nods, eyes fluttering shut.
I lift her gently into my arms and carry her toward the bedroom, my chest tightening with something warm and soft.
Chapter seven
Cindy
I wake up warm. Like…really warm. Safe, cocooned, and completely surrounded by the scent of smoke and pine and something that is all Daniel.
His bed is massive. The sheets are soft. And his arm is draped across my waist, his chest pressed flush against my back. Our legs are tangled together like they’ve always been that way.
I should be sore after last night, but I just feel…floaty. A little achy in the best way. Like I’ve been kissed and touched and loved until I melted into the mattress.
My heart thuds quietly in my chest.
What now?
Because yesterday, I was running. From Lyle. From the mess at home. From everything.
And now…here I am. Naked in a cabin with a man who touched my soul before he touched my body. A man I barely know, but who already feels like gravity. Like the only thing keeping me from floating off into nothing.
