Chapter 38
38
EMBER
Connor is so damn warm. That’s what I first notice about the man as our lips meet – simply how much heat emanates from his tall, muscular body. But that initial realization quickly evaporates when I fully come to terms with what I’ve just gone and boldly done.
I’m kissing him.
There is a clear moment of freezing astonishment from the firefighter when I lean over and commit to him by the fire. It takes Connor a shocked second to comprehend what is truly happening...
And then he is kissing me back with inviting force. His hand reaches to push my hair behind my ear. His fingers are coarse and tough. They are firefighter’s hands, and their touch makes my entire body shiver with excitement. I like this... I’m really liking this.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him even closer to me. The man wraps his other hand around my waist and brings my body in tight.
We are kissing...
Oh, God. We’re actually kissing.
The tension between us around the fire just then before I boldly sauntered over to him was so taunt. It was like a pulled string that needed to be cut otherwise we both would’ve gone mad.
So, this is what everything has been leading up to?
All that tit-for-tat throwing insults... all those arguments every day at the fire station... all that hot and cold between us...
For this?
For this moment, under the stars in the woods, where there’s no one else around?
Up until I kissed Connor – and when he kissed me back – I honestly didn’t know if he actually liked me.
But now I know. For sure.
Yeah, by the passionate, lustful, devouring way he’s kissing me back, I definitely know...
And, finally, our first kiss breaks.
“Wow,” I whisper.
“Wow,” Connor whispers back knowingly. He winks at me, the cheeky bastard.
“I should’ve guessed that was coming,” I say, breathless.
“I should’ve guessed it too,” he replies.
“You did bring me out here... all on my own... what else should I have thought...”
“Shut up and kiss me again, Ember.”
I slowly lean back down and do exactly what he asks of me.
I can’t believe we’re doing this.
But, oh, how I’m loving it.
“How about we go inside?” he suggests quietly in that damn deep voice of his.
I just nod to that proposal. I can’t resist him. I have no witty retort - no cheeky comment to throw his way.
And then I squeal as, with my approval, Connor suddenly lifts my entire body in the air and carries me over his shoulder effortlessly to the cabin.
“You big brute ,” I remark sassily.
The firefighter simply laughs until we’re over his bed.
And then he throws me on top.
I bounce on the mattress with a giggle. I can’t help but admire how strong the man truly is – how he was able to carry me over like that without a single drop of sweat.
I can’t help but look up and admire those muscles that carried me... those biceps... those forearms...
“Like what you see?” Connor asks me.
Damn, he’s noticed my wandering eyes, and not for the first time...
It’s not like I’m very good at hiding them.
“Yeah, I do.”
“I didn’t even know you liked me,” he says.
“What?”
“When you first came into the fire station,” Connor explains. “I really thought you didn’t give one shit about me.”
“I’m glad I can make it seem I’m not biased in my journalism,” I reply. “But, yeah, I did like the look of you. It was inevitable. How could I not?”
“I like the use of that word,” Connor says as he leans down for another kiss. “ Inevitable .”
“You thought this was inevitable?” I ask. “You thought I would be easy?”
“There are many words to describe you, Ember. Easy is certainly not one of them.”
He rests his arms on either side of the bed to me and kisses me gently. I seem to melt into the mattress as the strong man tenderly treats me.
Oh, God, we’re actually freaking kissing...
And then he’s turning more aggressive.
And I like it. I welcome it.
He’s really showing his tougher side now. His kisses become more passionate. He gets hungrier for my lips. I can sense his desire, and I fucking love it.
My hands move through his beautiful hair and across his sculptured face and jawline as he avidly kisses me like a beast. I love this fervor he’s got for me... for my body...
And then he moves away from my lips. His own go to my ear.
And then he’s whispering some dark words into my soul...
“I’d like to fuck you, Ember.”
I bite my lip.
Oh.
I nod, giving him the permission to do exactly that.
“Yes, Connor...”
The firefighter strips down and then proceeds to help me do the same.
He’s naked now, and I get to see him fully. His cock is thick, just like the rest of him. Another shiver of excitement runs through me.
He climbs on top of me – the bed shakes with his full frame.
Yes.
He kisses my neck.
He kisses my breasts, slowly turning his tongue around my nipples... sucking on me... making me moan. He’s kissing me all over now. I feel his beard on my bare skin.
He’s doing this for me, but I can tell how much he gets off on making me feel this pleasure. His turn-on sends me wild.
He scavenges for a condom in a drawer by his bed. As he kisses me, I feel him slide his cock into the condom.
And then he penetrates me.
I gasp at the feel of him.
It’s been too long...
Too damn long. I’ve forgotten how good this feels. Well, this is actually better than even my craziest dreams.
Connor Penmayne fucks me better than I’ve ever been fucked before. That’s a certifiable, undeniable fact .
Despite his solitary lifestyle in this small town, it seems like he knows how to pleasure a woman in all the best ways. His hands run confidently over my body, pressuring my thighs and anywhere else that makes me go wild. His thrusts into me are deep and long. He elicits such a pleasure from the core of my being that I can’t help but let out moans and groans and squeals involuntarily.
Connor grunts in my ear.
“You feel... incredible ...”
His words spark something deep in me, something I’ve never felt. Something that makes me fall over the edge. My mind turns to mush. All I think about is him and his body and the things he is doing to me.
I love the feel of him... his confidence... the way he can make my legs shake and how I can’t even control it.
“I can’t hold back,” he whispers at the point of exhaustion. “I can’t hold back anymore, Ember. You’re just too fucking gorgeous...”
I moan again.
“Finish for me, Connor,” I whisper.
And, on my command, he does.
And it’s so goddamn long. His groan reverberates through the cabin as he finally lets go.
His muscular body slacks. He fills me up.
And then he ends it all by whispering my name over and over and over in that addictive low voice of his.
Ember.
Ember.
Ember...