Page 19 of The Firefighter's Angel
What does this mean?
I blink up at the ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. My fingers trail lightly over the rough texture of Daniel’s forearm as I chewon my lip. My brain is swirling, and I don’t know what to make of all the thoughts running in my head.
“What’re you thinkin’ about so hard over there, darlin’?”
His voice is thick with sleep and that gravelly edge that makes my stomach flutter. His arm tightens around my middle.
I turn a little, just enough to see his sleepy brown eyes watching me.
“Nothing,” I say quickly, too quickly. “Everything’s just…great.” I paste on a smile that’s a little too bright.
Daniel raises a brow. “Mm-hm. That so?”
I nod. “Yup. Great.”
He narrows his eyes. “You know I don’t buy that for a second, right? Gotta drag it outta you?”
I giggle, trying to bury my face in the pillow, but he’s already rolling onto me, flipping me beneath him with an effortless strength that makes me dizzy.
“Daniel!”
“Don’t make me tickle it outta you, baby,” he warns, grinning like a wolf.
“No, no, please don’t—!”
Too late. He starts to tickle my sides, finding the exact spot beneath my ribs that makes me shriek and squirm like crazy. I laugh so hard I start gasping, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes as I thrash beneath him.
“Mercy!” I cry, breathless and hiccupping. “Uncle! Daddy! Anything!”
He finally stops, both of us panting from the chaos. His big body hovers over mine, his grin softening as he looks down at me. His gaze is warm. Possessive.
And damn if I don’t like that a little too much.
“You okay now?” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from my cheek.
I nod. My cheeks are flushed, heart racing, but for a whole new reason now.
“I just…I was wondering what happens next,” I whisper. “That’s all.”
His expression turns serious, but his eyes don’t lose that fire that never fails to burn me up from the inside out. “Whatever you want to happen is what happens next, baby girl.”
My breath hitches.
And before I start to overthink what that means, he lowers his mouth to mine.
This kiss is different. It’s slower than last night, but deeper. Hotter, in a way that makes my toes curl and my back arch. His hands slide down to my hips, gripping me like I’m his anchor. Like I’m everything.
I moan softly into his mouth, threading my fingers into his hair as I press my chest up to his. My skin tingles everywhere he touches, and when he starts to grind gently against my slick pussy, I forget how to breathe.
He pulls back just a little, his lips brushing mine. “You wanna keep goin,’ baby?”
My cheeks flame, but I nod. “Please, I need you.”
His eyes darken, and the smirk that spreads across his face makes my thighs clench.
“Oh, baby girl…you’re gonna be the death of me.”
He adjusts his angle and slides into me with a soft groan, and it’s like my body remembers him. Like after last night, my insides are shaped just like him.
