Page 110 of Fire Fight
At last, the wave crested and fell, dragging me into the deep where my entire body went rigid before breaking apart in spasms. From head to toe, I shivered and thrashed against Crew’s hold as he continued to work me. Roaring his own release moments later, his cock pulsed inside me, prolonging the aftershocks of my own.
That orgasm went on for hours—no,days.
My brain was wiped entirely clean when I returned to myself. Not a single thing in the world penetrated the afterglow save Crew when he slipped free from my pussy and I collapsed against him.
He banded his arms around me, burying his face in my neck.
Neither of us spoke, but my stomach emitted a loud growl, and Crew chuckled.
“Since you like me taking care of you so much, let me feed you,” he said, palm sliding down to rest on my abdomen. “And then, I need to get some sleep.”
“Oh my god!” I yelped, shoving out of his grip and stumbling out of the tub. My legs wobbled, about as useful as two pieces of licorice. “Why didn’t you say something?”
A brow curved toward his forehead, then raised his hands infront of him, lifting one higher than the other. “Fucking you…or sleeping. The choice seems obvious to me.”
With a huff, I stumbled to the linen closet and withdrew two of the fluffy white bath sheets, wrapping one around my body before returning to him.
Crew smirked at me, which only raised my ire.
“What’re you laughing at?”
“You,” he said simply.
“Get out of the tub, Crew, and stop dicking around.”
“Oh, I’ll show you dicking around,” he grinned, reaching for me.
“No!” I said forcefully, dancing out of the way, even stomping my foot a little to make my point. “I can feed myself. You get out and get into bed right this instant.”
“You’re kinda bossy.”
“You have to be exhausted,” I groused, moving to the other end of the tub and pressing the lever to release the drain plug. Water gurgled as it coiled down the pipes.
“It’s a good kind of exhausted,” he said, finally standing and accepting the towel I held out to him.
I tried, I really did, but I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. From head to toe, the man was the pinnacle of masculinity. Sandy blond hair, the longer strands on top damp and spiky from my hands brushing through. His perfect face, those high cheekbones and jaw so sharp it could cut glass. The crystal blue eyes I learned darkened when he was angry or aroused, the straight nose, the full mouth that said the wickedest things but could be so gentle on my body. The broad shoulders and chest, arms roped with muscle, the chiseled abs and obliques that cut in at his hips. The long, muscular legs. Hell, even his feet were perfect.
The tattoos and the smattering of hair on his chest and lower abdomen turned what would be a pretty boy into the most gorgeous, rugged man I’d ever laid eyes on.
And the fact that his muscles weren’t only for show? And that the tattoos covered scars he’d gotten saving lives?
I damn near fell to the floor at his feet and begged him to keep me forever. To know of all the women in the world, this man—this gorgeous, intelligent, overprotective man—wantedmewas surreal to say the least.
“What’s that look for?” he asked as he wrapped the towel around his waist.
“Trying to figure out how I got here.”
“You rolled into town in that piece of shit car, were taken hostage by a crazed serial killer arsonist, and had that gorgeous ass saved by the hottest firefight in the world.”
His grin was cheeky, and he stepped close to me, wrapping my own towel around my shoulders and hauling me into his chest.
My entire body sagged in relief, like one touch from Crew was all I needed to unwind.
“Never been more grateful for a near death experience in my life.”
Crew fisted my hair and peeled my head off his chest so he could bend and capture my mouth. I fucking loved the way this man kissed—with his whole body, wrapping himself around me and injecting the slide of his plush lips against mine with every emotion swirling within him. When he pulled away, I was panting, ready to go for another round.
I was officiallyinsatiablewhere he was concerned.
