Chapter Five
“You’re so fucking hot,” breathed Samantha in her ear and moved her mouth to Angel’s neck, her lips pressing down on her collarbone, her tongue making hot circles on her skin.
Would it be rude to tell her to stop talking?
thought Angel. She still wasn’t sure what the hell she was doing.
How had holding hands while watching the soppy rom-com at the beach led to a passionate kiss in the car?
How had that kiss led them to stumble through the front door of Samantha’s house, lips locked in another frantic, desperate kiss?
Yet Angel didn’t stop it. She could easily have walked away and said, ‘No thank you’, but she hadn’t. The only answer was that she was either seduced or concussed, and only one of those made sense.
They were in the hallway now. Yellow light flowed in from the lamps in the living room, and out of the corner of her eye, Angel could see the ginger cat hovering around the door, watching them.
It was creepy. Angel would love nothing more than to chase it away, but Samantha’s hands had just slipped under her shirt and were running up her stomach, sliding around to the small of her back and then up to her bra.
Things were moving too quickly for her liking, or maybe they weren’t moving quickly enough.
But first, she had to gain the upper hand.
She needed to lead the dance before the fiery redhead led her.
With her hands on Samantha’s hips, she gripped them hard and swung her around until Samantha was pressed up against the wall.
Control… as long as she stayed in control.
Angel kissed Samantha’s neck, her teeth biting at her soft, sweet-tasting skin. She could feel Samantha’s back arch as she ran her lips down, teasing at a spot above her bra. The bra had to go. So, too, did her linen dress and panties and whatever else was standing in their way.
Before Angel could remove any articles of clothing, Samantha whispered, “My bedroom is down the hall. We can go—”
Angel didn’t even let her finish before she grabbed her hand and led her through the open door at the end of the hall. It was dark. But not for long.
Samantha flicked on a switch and the low light revealed a surprisingly modest bedroom.
Angel had expected bold and bright colors, tussles hanging off curtains and walls decorated with flowers or Aztec patterns or something daring and outrageous.
But the décor was actually rather lovely.
Rust orange linen with deep forest cushions and a cream rug over an oak wooden floor greeted them.
The only bright colors came from the clothing rack standing to the right and a painting above the bed of a phoenix rising from flames.
“This is my—” started Samantha. But Angel cut her off, swallowing Samantha’s words with a deep kiss as she led her to the bed.
Angel wasn’t there for chitchat. She wanted sex. Incredible, satisfying sex that would curb her craving for a few days. After that, it would be time to leave. And tomorrow she’d send Samantha a polite message about how it wouldn’t work out but thank her for the great evening.
With her hands gripping Samantha’s waist, she pushed her down onto the bed, enjoyed the creak and look of surprise on her face, and then lowered herself on top of her.
While Angel’s tongue explored every inch of her neck, she swiftly removed Samantha’s bra and panties and ran her palm along the curve of her stomach.
Her body was soft and curvy. Angel could feel the strength of her muscles beneath the curves.
Voluptuous was the better word to describe her.
A voluptuous fire dancer, who may or may not be very clumsy.
Before Angel could even think of running her fingers down to her hips, Samantha had Angel on her back. and her fingers were fumbling with Angel’s jeans before she pulled them off.
Angel was still trying to make heads and tails of what had just happened when she watched Samantha crawl back up to kiss her.
She was still trying to figure out how the redhead had managed to dominate her when Samantha slid her finger down her center.
It was so unexpected and incredible that Angel moaned.
And suddenly the moan was drowned out by Samantha’s lips on her own.
Samantha continued to work her fingers over and inside of Angel.
The feeling was so intense that she whimpered and wriggled under Samantha’s touch.
Angel’s control slowly slipped away, vanishing like water seeping into parched sand.
And while Samantha was undoing Angel with her tongue, kissing her so boldly, she couldn’t help but moan in between gasps of air.
She was so close to finishing. She was so close to giving up every ounce of control she had worked so hard to gather over the years. If she gave in, if she let her climax swoop over her like a crashing wave before she had taken charge of the evening, she’d lose. And Angel never lost.
Gripping Samantha’s wrist, she pulled her away and leaped up off the bed. Her insides were aching for more, but first, she had to get her control back. It was her own form of punishment for allowing Samantha to take the lead.
“Do you have a strap-on?” asked Angel directly. Most women had a dildo stashed away in a dresser, ready to be used. Samantha definitely seemed like just the type.
“I do,” her head bopped up and down. Needing no further instruction, Samantha jumped up and ran across the room to her dresser while Angel admired the rounded curve of her ass and the butterfly tattoo just above her right buttock.
Of course, she has a butterfly tattoo.
Once Samantha had fetched a cloth bag and placed it on the bed, Angel wasted no time. She quickly found the strap and dildo and eased it around her hips as she had done many times before.
Samantha was already waiting on her back, propped on her elbows, as she watched Angel with a cute, bemused sort of smile. It appeared as if she was studying her, wondering who in their right mind would walk away from a climax.
Angel would.
Easing herself over Samantha, Angel pressed her lips against hers and pushed the dildo inside.
A groan crept through Samantha’s lips as her head dropped back against the pillow.
The pressure against her own clit was amazing.
It was enough to surely bring a climax, not to mention the added gratification she got from pleasuring someone else.
Slowly, Angel pulled out the dildo and pushed it back in again, this time with a little more force. Samantha’s fingers were digging into Angel’s back and, with a sharp exhale tickling the skin of Angel’s shoulders, Samantha lifted her hips and opened herself more.
“Angel,” Samantha murmured. Her eyes were closed, and her moans were becoming deeper, more guttural. “That’s fucking amazing.”
Smiling to herself, Angel lifted herself up onto her knees as she gripped Samantha’s waist and pulled her to meet her as she drove the dildo deeper. Her strength came from her job. She could haul a fellow firefighter out of a burning building. Samantha was a feather compared to that.
Lowering herself again, Angel could feel the waves of her climax rolling in like a storm just as she could see Samantha’s euphoria reaching an all-time high.
Thrusting the dildo in and out, she slowed down when Samantha wrapped her legs tightly around Angel’s waist, her body sweaty and quaking as she whispered, “Stop. I’m done. ”
So was Angel.
Running her fingers through her hair, Angel plopped back down onto the bed, lying beside Samantha, and caught her breath.
She was eager to go at it again, although she knew she wouldn’t.
It was time to leave. To stay would mean she’d have to chat, and chatting usually led to diving deep into feelings, especially after something as vulnerable and wonderful as sex.
She had no intention of diving into anything other than her own bed.
So, she removed the strap-on, discarding it to the side and muttered, “I have to go,” as she rolled off the bed.
“What? Now? Are you seriously going to leave now? It’s late,” said Samantha quickly. Her eyes were wide and her red hair stuck up at odd places. She shuffled to the end of the bed as if she wanted to catch Angel before she had gathered all of her clothes.
“Yes. Now.”
Angel was out the door and in a cab in less than five minutes. By the time she got home, her body had settled to its usual temperature, and she had hopped into the shower and tried to wash off the sweet lingering smell that was Samantha.
Settling into bed, she switched off the light and tucked the covers around her until she was warm and snuggly.
It was late, just before midnight already.
No wonder she was beat. Given the amount of brain power she had used to weigh up the benefits and negatives of sleeping with Samantha—at this point in time there were a few more negatives than positives—it was surprising she had even functioned well enough to make the safe decision to run away.
Sex with Samantha was either going to be the worst idea she had ever had or the best. Either way, it was tomorrow’s worry and so she closed her eyes and tried to blank her mind.
It wasn’t long before Angel drifted into darkness, and it wasn’t long after that before she was dreaming. A vivid, endless kind of dream that was both exhausting and terrifying.
Angel was standing before a wall of flames.
The heat seared her skin and smoke choked her lungs.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move.
And right in front of her, amidst the inferno, was a girl no older than twelve, with short brown hair and large green eyes.
Her beautiful pixie-like features were contorted in agony as burning hot flames danced around her.
The girl was screaming so loud that the sound reached deep into the marrow of Angel’s bones and pierced her eardrums. Angel’s heart raced and her lungs burned. She tried to scream, but the words wouldn’t come out. She tried to reach out, but her arms wouldn’t work.
No matter how hard she shouted or how hard she tried to move, she couldn’t. Her efforts were futile. The flames grew fiercer and larger, and in a matter of a few agonizing minutes, they swallowed the girl whole.
Gasping for air, Angel jolted awake, her body drenched in cold sweat. For a moment she just lay there in the darkness, trembling like a leaf, as the nightmare lingered in her mind.
It wasn’t the first time the burning girl had plagued her dreams, and she knew it wouldn’t be the last.