Page 63 of Out of the Fire


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There wasa soft knock on my front door, and I glanced that way. Ethan had been stationed outside in his patrol car this evening. Maybe he needed something?

I put down the necklaces I’d been working on and climbed to my feet, padding to the door.

I pulled it open, and my mind was struggling to understand what my eyes were seeing.

Seth. He wasn’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. Was something wrong?

“What are you doing here?” I studied him and sensed something wasn’t quite right. “Aren’t you supposed to be in Charlotte?”

His body language screamed uncomfortable as he ran his hand over the top of his head, brushing the long strands back. I reached out, taking his other hand and pulling him forward, closing the door behind him.

He tugged me closer, and I wrapped my arms around his back. For the first time since I opened the door, his body seemed to relax. He obviously needed this. Not words, but my touch, my physical comfort. As much as I wanted to pepper him with questions, I wouldn’t push. He would tell me what happened, of that I was sure, but if this was what he needed first, I had no problem with that.

We stood there embracing until I took his hand and led him to the couch. He sat and pulled me onto his lap, holding me tightly to him with my head nestled under his chin. His hand ran up and down my thigh before disappearing under the hem of the T-shirt I had stolen from him that first night together.

He froze and I leaned back to look at him.

“I—” He searched my face, and I could see he was trying to find the words.

But if he wasn’t ready, I didn’t need that right now, and I wanted him to know that.

I put my finger over his lips. “We don’t have to talk right now.”

He stared at me for a beat before the hesitancy disappeared from his eyes, replaced with something much deeper than just desire. A need that I could decipher as more than physical. His hand gripped the back of my head, and he fused our mouths together. We fought for dominance, and when he nipped at my lower lip, I threaded my hands through his hair, tugging at the ends.

He broke the kiss and grabbed the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. Leaning me back, he shifted and positioned himself between my legs, peppering kisses down the column of my throat and along my breast until he ran his tongue over my nipple.

“Seth,” I moaned, arching my back.

He ignored my plea and continued farther down until his beard brushed the inside of my thigh. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties, and he pulled them down my legs, throwing them to the floor to join the T-shirt. “Need to taste you.” There was zero teasing as his mouth went straight to my pussy, licking me into a frenzy.

“Jesus,” I breathed out as my hips lifted off the cushion.

He sucked hard on my clit, and I gripped his hair tightly as he pushed two fingers inside me and curled them. I cried out as his tongue flicked quickly back and forth. My legs shook and my whole body vibrated as wave after wave hit me with such powerful force I found it hard to breathe.

He stood quickly and removed his clothes, staring at me with such intensity I couldn’t look away. His gaze never left mine as he knelt back on the couch between my legs.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He ran his hands up my thighs and over my hips, the tip of his cock pushing against my entrance.

Before I even had a chance to take another breath, he pushed forward, entering me completely. I hissed through gritted teeth and dug my fingers into his forearms as I adjusted to his size.

He shifted, laying his body on top of mine and hooking my leg over his hip. His lips brushed tenderly against mine as he began to move, thrusting into me with a deliberate motion. Slow but hard, hitting my clit with each drive forward.

This was torture. But also, just like all the other times we were together, amazing. I didn’t want it to end. Reveled in howI felt so connected to him, neither of us needed to use words to explain how we felt. Our bodies in sync, moving effortlessly together, said it for us.

He pulled back from our kiss, just enough that he could look into my eyes. There were so many emotions swimming there, and I wanted to own each one. Needed him to know I was here for all of it.

His fingers bit into my ass as he drove into me and I reached up, brushing his hair back with my fingers latching tightly onto the strands, holding him close.

Our breaths came faster as his movements sped up, and I moaned loudly, trying—and failing—to hold off my orgasm. I wasn’t ready for this to end. But there was no stopping it. My core tightened and it tore through me, pulling all the air from my lungs.

He continued to pound into me over and over until his own release overcame him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pumping furiously as he emptied himself inside of me.

He buried his face in my neck, and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him to me. After our breathing slowed, he rolled us and repositioned himself on his back with my body flush along his side.