Eleven

Watching Allison angry-march in front of the fireplace was fun, even though he was pissed off on her behalf.

But the color high in her cheeks, the way her body moved, prowling like she was looking for something to kill, made him want to pull her into his arms and put that passionate anger into a more amorous frame of mind.

He was a bastard. She was worried about losing her business and he was worried about how to get her out of her pants, and then murder her ex-husband for putting her through this.

“God,” she said, sinking down onto the couch beside him. He barely moved his cowboy hat in time to keep it from being crushed. “I can’t believe this.”

Her head thumped against the back of the couch, and she turned her eyes in his direction.

“Think I could hire someone to go talk to him? I sure as hell don’t want to do it.”

“I’ll do it,” Nate said, then almost bit off his tongue.

She hiked her brows at him. “Really? Think that’s a good idea? He still might sue you for assault, you know.”

Nate snorted, letting his hand fall onto the couch beside them, his pinky barely brushing the outside of her thigh. “As if that bastard would have the guts. Sorry, but he’s a coward. I’ll go and talk to him, see if he’s behind this. I don’t think he’ll be able to resist crowing about it if he is. And then I’ll be in a damn good position to clock him for you.”

“Thank you,” she said, leaning his way, and then a grateful kiss landed on his surprised lips.

Damn. Guess she had noticed the way his hand was pressing up against her, and liked it.

Her mouth slanted against his again, lips parting this time, and he took advantage of the slight opening to slip his tongue inside.

But this wasn’t gratitude. Not anymore. This was straight-up passion as her hands crept down his abs to loosen his shiny metal belt buckle.

He smiled against her mouth as his fingers tangled in the silky blonde strands of her hair. Her tongue was in his mouth, her hand working its way down the front of his jeans like she needed to get in there, stat.

He was totally on board with that idea. His cock was hard, his blood rushing beneath his skin as she writhed against him.

Damn. This woman was under his skin, inside his head, all the way down to the marrow of his bones. He lived, breathed, and died for Allison.

Too bad if she knew the extent of it, she’d run for the hills. But he would manage that somehow. He had to, for both their sakes.

Slamming the lid down on that train of thought, he pulled the control back. Now he was the one who was pushing her into the couch cushions, one knee pressing down between her open thighs as his arms braced on either side of her shoulders.

Breaking their kiss, he stared down at her.

Her always-perfect hair was mussed, her power suit wrinkled and askew from the way she’d writhed against him. Her wide, gray eyes were hungry, and her pink lips were swollen, her lipstick mussed.

She looked like she could use a good fucking, and he was just the fireman for the job.

One swift, hungry kiss later, he stood and crossed the room. Looking back at her, he made eye contact as he flipped the lock on her office door.

“Strip.”

“What?” She asked, her eyebrows hiking high as if she was amused about something.

His tone was firmer than it had ever been with her, and it felt damn good to push the bonds of their relationship. “Get naked. Right now.”

“Why, Mr. York, I do believe you’re bossing me around.” She laughed, a high, musical sound that sent a bolt of lust straight down to his drawn-up balls.

He reached down to the jeans she’d left halfway zipped and dropped them to the floor. Kicking his boots aside, he removed both pants and boxers, yanking off his sweatshirt and standing there, in front of the crackling fireplace, naked and hard and ready for her.

“Do I look like I’m joking around?”

His low, lusty growl evidently excited her, because her hands immediately went to the buttons on her blouse and she began to loosen them.

He didn’t move, just waited. She stood as the shoulders of her blouse slipped down her arms, revealing her lacy black bra. Her slacks slid down her long, lean thighs, pooling at her ankles. She kicked them free, and suddenly she was standing there in nothing but Victoria’s not-so-secret best.

God, he loved her in lingerie. Those angels wished they were half as hot as his best friend.

“Is this enough?” She executed a long, slow turn, meant to tease, to tantalize, to drive him wild.

It was working. A single drop of precome slicked the head of his hot, heavy cock.

“Do you want to get fucked wearing that?” He reached down and fisted his erection, unable to ignore the growing ache in him at the way she teased him. “Because those pretty little panties won’t last very long.”

“I think I’m willing to take the risk.” She perched on the arm of the sofa, crossing her legs at the knee, giving him a glimpse of the see-through lace crotch of those whisper-thin panties.

He didn’t waste time with more words. He was too damn horny for that.

One, two, three strides later, and she was in his arms. He leaned her backward, his tongue invading her mouth just as hard, fast, and thorough as his aching erection wanted to. Her arms wound around his neck as she clung to him, her nails biting into his skin as she kissed him back.

The scent of her washed over him, clean, sweet perfume, and real, womanly musk. The scent of her desire. He’d wondered what she would smell like, all turned on like this, and even though it he’d only smelled it once before, he would never, ever forget it. It was incredible. A once-in-a-lifetime olfactory memory that would forever remind him of how incredible being with this woman was.

He wanted to smell it over and over again for the rest of their lives.

Her legs wound around his hips, and he straightened them both, picking her up and settling her bottom on the arm of the couch.

Breaking their kiss, she looked up at him.

“I want you,” she said seriously, no hint of that coquettish teasing in her face now. “I’m hurting, I want you so bad.”

“I won’t ever let you hurt,” he whispered, and took her mouth again.

Hands swept over skin, goose bumps rising in the wake of hungry, talented fingers. His cock was throbbing against the barely-covered heat of her core, his fingertips gripping the taut muscles of her ass, his hips shadow-pumping at her. It was good, so good, but not enough. Not near enough.

Her mouth left his and trailed down the side of his neck, nipping at his pulse point. He groaned aloud as his cock kicked against her, more precome trickling out. The need to rip those panties aside and get inside her body was growing exponentially, and he didn’t know how long he could hold out against it.

But then she took the choice from him, and he was so fucking glad of that.

Slipping off the arm of the couch, she pressed kisses in a line down the center of his pecs, down his tight and trembling abs, past the light dusting of hair on his bellybutton that thickened as it went south. When she knelt in front of him, her wide, hungry eyes staring up at him, he fisted his hands at his sides.

He was losing track of who was seducing who, and he couldn’t be happier about it.

Sweet, merciful God. She was really going to—

Her mouth closed around the head of his dick, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep the orgasm from rocketing out of him.

Good lord. She was going to kill him, and he’d never thought dying could be so incredible.

“Ally, I can’t—I’m going to come if you keep that up.”

She smiled, though her mouth was full. The more she sucked him, the wetter her panties got. Her nipples were puckered inside the lacy cups of her bra, her whole body afire with the knowledge that she was sucking him off.

It was hot, and she didn’t care if he came. The thought of taking his come into her mouth turned her on even more. She wasn’t budging until he made her.

She set up a deep, hungry rhythm, sucking and withdrawing, her hand rubbing and gripping and twisting its way from root to lips and back again, slicked by his precome and her saliva. He thrust against her mouth, both hands in her hair, and she braced against the couch behind her for stability. Harder and faster she sucked, he thrust, and just when she thought he was about to come—

He pulled away, breathing hard, staring down at her.

“Get up.”

Wiping at her mouth, she obeyed, her body burning and hungry and anxious and oh, so ready to get fucked.

“Take off that bra and those panties.”

Bending down, she did as he said, the thrill of his commands making her hurry. This hungry Nate, this horny and ready and altogether irresistible Nate, she adored.

Once her lingerie had joined their clothes on the floor, she faced him. His hungry gaze raked up and down her body, making her long for his touch.

“Turn around and face the couch.”

She did, and then there he was, pushing her over the couch arm, her ass in the air as her hands braced against the seat cushions.

A cry wrenched from her as he spread the lips of her vulva and dived down with his mouth, licking, sucking at her, his tongue invading her body in a sweet, delicious possession. His thumb found her clit as he tongue-fucked her, and she cried out, draped over the arm of the couch, helpless to stop the onslaught.

As if she would.

Only a second later, his mouth was gone, and a hot, smooth prodding at her slick flesh began.

“I can’t wait. I need to be inside you.”

“No condom,” she said, gripping the cushion. “I’m on the pill, no diseases, and I want to feel all of you.”

It was a big step for her, but she didn’t—she couldn’t—let herself think about it too much. Being with Nate felt right, other than all the bullshit going on in her head, and for now her body ruled.

She’d figure out the rest of it later.

“I’m disease free too, but are you sure?”

She looked back over her shoulder. “You want to argue, or you want to fuck me?”

His answer came in the form of a slow, burning penetration that rippled through her like a lightning strike.

God, and she’d thought sex with him before was good?

The position she was in brought him deep and high inside her, her inner walls gripping him as the sweet invasion advanced and receded. He thrust against her, his hands gripping her ass, bringing her hard against him. Her fingers curled into the couch cushions as she pushed back, needing him deeper, needing that hard cock insider her to pump and thrust and carry her away on the tide of sensual sensation.

It was working.

Her blood rushed hard in her veins, her nipples dragging against the fabric of the couch cushions as his pistoning hips worked her. Harder and deeper, he thrust against her, and then he reached down to cup both her breasts, bringing her torso higher.

“Nate,” she begged, arching her back, the movement bringing his cock higher and deeper into the aching, hungry core of her, “please.”

One hand left her breast and smoothed down her belly to find her clit.

The passion gathering inside her, swirling and pulsing in her lower belly, burned hotter and hotter with each flick of his fingers against her sensitive clit, with each thrust of his hot, hungry cock inside her.

“Ally,” he growled, and kissed her neck, his teeth nipping lightly at her skin as his hands pressed hard and his cock went deep.

She cried out as the feelings coalesced, the orgasm crashing over her. He cupped her hard as he thrust again, a hot eruption from his cock filling her body, pulsing and jerking inside her.

The ripples of pleasure soaked her limbs, making her movements shaky as she rode out the orgasm against him. His arms trembled with the effort of holding them both upright, and he let her down slowly, her hips still cradled over the arm of the couch.

With the rough fabric against her cheek, and her body still burning with remembered pleasure, Allison stared into the low flames of the fire in the hearth.

God. She’d never expected this.

Closing her eyes against the worries and thoughts that her rational brain tried to stir within her, she smiled.

It didn’t matter, for now. All that mattered was the cowboy firefighter that was lifting her into his arms and settling her on the couch beside him, his strong hands rubbing up and down her back as he kissed her tenderly.

Finding out what it all meant could wait. Enjoying the moment could not.