Page 63 of Light My Fire Three Times
She’s shaking, arching, grinding against my mouth. She can’t get close enough. Every time she tries to move away, I tighten my grip, drag her back down, and force her to take every relentless stroke of my tongue.
She tastes of sin and salvation, slick and sweet, and I want to drown in her.
I shift lower, licking deep into her, fucking her with my tongue until she gasps my name, then back up again, tormenting her, working every inch until she’s wrecked. Her thighs clamp around my head, her nails scrape down my scalp, and still, I don’t stop.
I want her to be undone. I want to carve myself into her memory, so she’ll never forget this moment, this need, me.
Her cries get higher, tighter, her whole body bowing off the counter as I suck her clit hard, rolling it between my lips, tongue flicking mercilessly. She’s drenched, trembling, moaning, and I’m the only thing holding her together.
And when she finally breaks apart in my mouth, I drink down every shudder, every cry, every ounce of her, until she collapses back against the counter.
Her cries are still echoing when I finally drag my mouth up her trembling body, lips swollen, chin slick. She looks wrecked, eyes glassy, chest heaving, hair a wild halo. Beautiful doesn’teven come close. She’s sin wrapped in snow light, and I want every inch of her.
“Leo…” she whispers, breath catching as I kiss up her stomach, her ribs, her collarbone. She can’t decide if it’s a plea for mercy or more.
“You want more?” My voice is shredded as I press my forehead to hers. “Because if you say no, I swear I’ll stop.”
Her answer is a desperate tug on my shirt, pulling me closer, her lips crashing against mine with the same wild hunger that’s been burning through us since the first slammed cabinet. She doesn’t just want this… she’s begging for it.
And I break.
I haul her off the counter, her legs wrapping tight around my waist, her body clinging to me. She’s terrified I’ll pull away. I stumble us down the hall, every kiss hot and frantic, teeth clashing, hands roaming.
My back slams into a wall, and I don’t even care because she’s kissing me. I might as well be the only oxygen left in the room.
I can’t get enough. I’ll never get enough.
We crash into my bedroom, the door banging against the frame. I toss her onto the bed, standing there for one split second to burn the image into my head. Olivia sprawled out across my sheets, hair messy, lips swollen, eyes dark with want. My undoing, right there in front of me.
“Leo,” she breathes, lifting onto her elbows, watching me.
I strip my shirt over my head, her gaze dropping to the ink scrawled across my chest, the ridges of muscle I’ve honed from years of firefighting. Her lips part, and I swear I almost come undone just from that look.
I crawl up the bed, bracing my weight on my arms, caging her. Only this time, there’s no wall between us. No restraint.
“You drive me insane,” I rasp, dragging my mouth across her jaw, her throat, down to the swell of her breasts. “Two weeks of fighting this, and for what? Just to end up here anyway?”
Her laugh is breathless, half sob, half moan. “Yeah… It’s crazy how things work out, isn’t it?”
That wrecks me.
I tear her sweater over her head, tossing it aside, then her bra follows, leaving her bare and flushed beneath me. My mouth finds her nipple, sucking hard, making her cry out and arch into me. My hand cups the other breast, my thumb rolling over the peak, greedy and desperate. I’ve been starving for her.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips grinding against mine, and fuck, she can feel how hard I am through my jeans. I groan against her skin, the sound raw, broken.
I drag my lips back up to hers, kissing her. I want to own every part of her. “Tell me you need me.”
“I need you,” she gasps against my mouth, no hesitation, no doubt.
It’s all I need.
I undo my belt with shaking fingers, fumbling because I’m too far gone, too desperate. When I finally shove my jeans down, my cock springs free, stiff, aching, already leaking against my stomach.
Her eyes go wide, heat sparking in them as she bites her lip, gaze fixed on me. She’s just as hungry.
I grip myself, stroke once, twice, to keep from losing it, then line myself up between her thighs.
“Last chance, Olivia,” I grind out, every muscle taut, waiting. “Tell me to stop and I will.”
