Chapter 10
10
CROW
I -think-I’m-in-love-with-Emma-there-I’ve-said-it.
Sure, it’s too fast, and I think she gets skittish whenever I mention the future. But she’s smart, and funny, and quirky, and definitely the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes or hands on.
As we drive out to my house, her bright eyes dart around every street, as if she’s trying to memorize the area.
Some of the older firefighters say that it’s a bad idea to make any big decisions for twenty-four hours after a call. We’re not like the guys in the city who get calls every single day and are therefore more experienced with controlling their adrenaline.
We get calls out of the blue, so it snaps us out of real life and into emergency mode, where adrenaline surges. It takes a while to shake that back down.
The guys also recommend doing a workout after a call, to burn off the excess energy. I have a very different idea of how I want to bring myself down to earth, and it involves having my face buried between Emma’s soft thighs.
I honestly can’t believe this girl. She’s an honest-to-god cyclone of ideas. I can’t believe the number of business cards we went through, how many people were asking detailed questions about tattoos they’re planning. I set up a bunch of appointments for consultations next week and got several emails for follow-ups. Not to mention, I sold more merch just today than I have in the past six months together.
I wasn’t sure why Emma suggested wearing my VFFT shirt until I saw it made several of the older men on the street look at me differently. Instead of a faint glare, there was an approving chin nod.
My gorgeous girl isn’t just the light I’ve needed in my life, she’s a one-person PR team.
As soon as we walk into my house, Emma twirls, grinning from ear to ear. “Ahhh! It’s so homey!”
“Were you expecting skulls and tattoo art everywhere?”
She squeezes my bicep. “No, silly. That’s in the bathroom.” Her eyes dance. “Seriously, Crow, your house is lovely.”
“Good. You can thank my mom someday. She helped me pick out a bunch of stuff before they moved south.”
“Do you miss them?”
“The three of us have a video call pretty much every Sunday afternoon to check in. Sometimes mom chats with me while I cook. We’re still close enough.” I want to ask her more about her family, but since her eyes always dim whenever her sisters are mentioned, I don’t want to bring down the mood.
Luckily, I have everything for burgers on hand, and some supermarket potato salad. Emma adds some extra dill and bacon bits to it, which elevates it from adequate into amazing. After we clear the plates, I grab her around the waist. “So basically, you are a marketing wizard, a talented artist, and an upcoming chef?”
“Pssh. Not in the slightest.”
“Yes. Yes, you are.” Tilting her back gently, I kiss along the side of her throat, then nuzzle just under her ear. “You’re breathtaking.” Grabbing her hand, I place it on the center of my chest. “No breath. See?”
Her lovely lips smile, yet there’s something vaguely troubled in her eyes. “I wasn’t sure how worried I should be today,” she whispers. “You know, about your…call.”
“Oh, baby.” I lift her and carry her to the couch to let her sprawl across my lap. “We’re all as careful as possible. You’ve seen that I’m a safety-first kind of guy – I always wear a helmet when I ride my motorcycle. And if I have to go on a big highway or there’s bad weather, I take the truck.”
She nods. “I know. I guess…well. I’ll just figure it out.”
Lifting her hand, I kiss the tip of her fingers. “I have a better idea. We can figure it out together.” After she smiles I kiss her gently, easing her back against the couch. “And right now, while I’m still all riled up, I would really love some dessert, sweet girl.” From my raised eyebrows and the way I’m already breathing a bit heavier, she knows precisely what I mean.
Emma is already nodding, slipping her fingers into the back of my hair as she pulls me close. Just before our lips meet, I whisper, “It’s the badass firefighter shirt, right? I’ve heard chicks dig these.”
She laughs, reaching down to smack my ass. I was already getting pretty hard but having my sexy girl becoming more handsy with me…whoa.
This time she’s much faster as we slip her clothes off. Then her hand grips the base of my shirt. “I want to see you,” she whispers. “All of you.”
When my shirt hits the floor, Emma’s mouth drops open. Her delicate hands skim across my chest, down my abs, along my biceps. She explores every dip, every hard line, as if she’s tracing me for a sculpture.
Most of the guys in the VFFT work out hard. We have a private website where we track our workouts and encourage each other. It helps to keep our training a fun game. It’s also a reminder that our strength is what keeps each other as safe as possible.
But right now I think every single weight I lifted was to earn the look in Emma’s eyes as she gazes at me. That spark. That wild light that has been drawing us together from the second we met.
My lips crash to hers. Every desperate moan of hers urges me on as I caress every inch of her silky, soft skin. Her pale curves are a work of art, spread across my couch like an offering.
One of my hands slips between her thighs, the other caressing her full round breasts as I balance precariously with one knee and shoulder against the back of the couch. Her nipple is tight and peaked as I flick my thumb across it. Her inner pussy lips are already wet as I slowly drag my fingertips along her delicate skin.
“Tell me you need me.” My statement comes out of nowhere.
“I need you.”
The deep rumble of satisfaction through my gut answers every question I’ve ever had about what I want in a woman. Emma is it. My everything. Now I have to be everything for her.
Our tongues tangle, our breath blending for several moments before I force myself to pull away. Kissing a slow path downward, I worship her lush breasts until she’s quivering with lust and her lower belly trembles. Kissing lower, I spread her legs wide, draping one leg over the back of the couch as I kneel forward.
This time I don’t start slowly. Digging in, I immediately feast on her soft, wet flesh, licking and sucking at her clit as she cries out. The feeling of her fingers tightening in my hair makes my cock throb with need. What will it feel like to thrust into her?
Emma makes me feel hotter than the blaze I was fighting just hours earlier. I downplayed how bad it was so I wouldn’t worry her. I’m never going to stress out my sweet darling. Only give her as much comfort and pleasure as possible.
Her soft, gray-blue eyes lock onto mine as her mouth falls open. My thick finger slips inside again as I drag my tongue back and forth across her clit. Just as she begins to pant, her back arching, her fingernails pricking my scalp, I hum as loud as I can.
A shaky scream bounces off the ceiling as her entire body convulses, her strong thighs squeezing me as I lick faster, harder, drawing out her climax until she collapses, boneless.
“Wow,” she barely breathes, as I lap up her sweet juices. “That was…”
“The perfect dessert? Yes, it was. Thank you, gorgeous.”
She grins sweetly. As she catches her breath, I sit on the couch, pulling her close beside me. After a long, deep kiss, she cups my face, staring right into my eyes.
“What is it, Sparky?”
She smiles, her nose crinkling up like a cute little bunny’s. “You haven’t shown me your bedroom yet. How do I know if it’s as homey as the rest of the house?”
Talk about adding fuel to the fire.