Page 59 of A Baby for the Firefighter
We were really going to do this.
Breathe, Griff, it’s going to be fine.
As it turned out, breathing was exactly the right thing to do—more specifically, leaning into Dean once we were in my room and breathing in his scent. It was so strong now, because he was aroused, and that did a number on my brain. It was as if I could actually scent Dean’s desire for me in the air and that was incredibly intoxicating—and it wasn’t the only way I could feel his desire. It was in the way he kissed me too, his fingers in my hair and his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth, our bodies pressed close together, until I felt another piece of evidence of his arousal against my thigh.
One of his large hands roamed down my body to my ass, and the heat of his touch seemed to flow into my veins. I was both nervous and excited, but for the moment, more excited than nervous. The fine stubble of Dean’s beard scratched my cheek as his lips moved on mine, and the sensation shot straight to my groin. It didn’t even bother me that the taste of our meal lingered on his tongue. Suddenly it tasted much better than it had before.
I put my arms around his back to pull him closer and his thigh rubbed my groin, just like that one time we’d been in bed together—only this time the spark of need that went through me at the touch didn’t make me freeze up. If anything, it made me feel even hotter. I wanted more of that. Wantedhim.
And as if to state my intentions, I dug my fingers into his ass. That got me a low rumble from him, and slowly, he raised his hand to slide underneath my shirt, making goose bumps break out on my skin while his lips left mine to speak into my ear. “God, I love you so much.”
“You can call me Griff,” I quipped, even while my voice came out breathless.
He chuckled, still so close to me that I felt his chest vibrate. “I love you,Griff.”
And how lucky did that make me? “I love you too,” I responded, before I could chicken out, because it was the truth. I loved this alpha, and I wanted him. No, that wasn’t it. I didn’t simply want him. This went deeper. Ineededhim.
And as soon as I accepted that, I felt a rush so intense I couldn’t even put it into words. It was what I felt every time I breathed in Dean’s scent—multiplied by a hundred, and without the added fear factor that usually kept me from acting. No, that was gone, and all that was left was fire burning through my veins, and an overwhelming desire to get this alpha inside of me. It was all that I could think about, all that mattered. “Lose your clothes,” I muttered, my hands already fiddling with Dean’s belt.
“Whoa, slow down.”
“Not gonna happen,” I muttered as I opened his belt and fly in record time to stick my hand down his pants. I nearly hissed as my fingers brushed his hot flesh. Oooh, yes, he was hard.
“Shit, Griff,” He groaned, and then he pulled his shirt off over his head as if finally believing that I was serious. About time! I wrapped my hand around his cock to spur him on, loving the weight of it. He was an alpha—and definitely hung like one. God, I couldn’t wait to feel that cock inside of me. Every part of my body ached for it, and involuntarily, I shuddered. I’d always had dirty thoughts, but I’d never come so close tolivingthem.
After a moment, I let go of Dean’s cock, but only to pull his pants and boxers all the way down, revealing his strong thighs and calves. I was proud of myself for not salivating at the sight even as the fire inside of me seemed to burn even hotter. He was so freaking gorgeous. Lightly tanned skin, beautifully defined muscles, and my favorite part—that sexy smile on his lips as he looked at me with a hunger in his eyes that mirrored my own.
I realized he wanted me to undress as well, but I didn’t want to take my clothes off. No, I wanted him to do that for me. “You can take my clothes off if you want to,” I said, beckoning him closer.Come take me.
To his credit, he took me up on the invitation without a moment’s hesitation, peeling me out of the clothes I’d picked out so carefully earlier that day as if unwrapping a present. I’d never felt so fucking hot as I did the moment he kissed my neck and pulled my pants down.
Even though it was summer, the air in the room made me shiver as it hit my skin. Not because I was cold, though, but just because it reminded me how exposed I was. It wasn’t a bad feeling. It was just intense. Dean undressed me piece by piece, and heat blazed through me when he finally took my underwear off with a low, possessive growl.
“Like what you see?” I asked.
He smashed our lips together in response, effectively silencing all the questions in my head. What remained was my burning need for him, and so I took him by the arm and dragged him to the bed with me, where I tumbled onto the sheets with him on top of me.
I exhaled, lying beneath him and feeling his weight on top of me. No other place on earth had ever felt so right for me to be. I was painfully hard now, all thoughts of fearing this feeling forgotten. My nerves were nothing more than a distant memory at the edge of my mind. This moment, all I knew was that I was going to go up in flames if I didn’t get him inside me soon.
Oblivious to my thoughts, Dean didn’t proceed to that part of the action, though. He kissed me instead. First my lips, then my chin, then my jaw, moving down my body at a torturously slow pace, grinding our hips together in a way that made both of us gasp and strain for more.
Some other night I might have enjoyed that, but right then, I had zero patience. What he was doing felt really fucking good, but it wasn’t what I wanted—what Ineeded.
“Fuck me,” I said on a sharp exhale.
Dean stopped moving, both of his eyebrows raised. “Really?” Dean asked. Hesoundedeager enough, if apprehensive.
“Please.” I bucked my hips to nudge him along.Please.How could he not see how desperate I was?
He still hesitated, so I rolled us over until I was on top. That didn’t feel quite as nice, but at least I could now grab the lube out of my dresser drawer to get this party started. Omegas had an easy time with penetration, but even through the haze in my mind, I realized that thiswasmy first time taking a cock up my ass, so getting Dean slicked up wouldn’t hurt. Or at least I hoped so.
Dean stared at me as I squirted some lubricant on my hand, and then the look on his face changed to one of bliss as I wrapped that hand around his hard cock. He was so damn hot like that, the sight mesmerized me for a moment. I gave him a stroke, just to see what would happen, and enjoyed the low rumbling sound he made in the back of his throat.
I focused my attention back on the cock in my hand, my whole body burning for it. I knew there was something I was forgetting, something that nagged me like a buzzing fly in the back of mind, but I shoved the feeling aside as I guided that beautiful cock into myself. I went slow, because the stretch was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, but it was, so, so good.
God, why had I waited so long to experience this?
“Griff…” Dean groaned, his voice strained. He sounded a little like he had something else to say, but he didn’t, not when I kept lowering myself on him. I grinned, brain doused in endorphins. Being on top wasn’t so bad. Not exactly what I wanted, but not bad. But nothing could really feel bad while I was fucking Dean.
