Chapter 11
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Beck
I’d been waiting for Rhea on the porch for almost twenty minutes. A lesser man might have given up and walked away, but I was determined. Now, I had her in my arms, and she was clearly just as into it as I was.
I dropped the tools in the foyer and began leading Rhea forward, never once breaking the kiss.
After that romp in the medical rig, she was all I could think about.
I was more than a little frustrated when we were interrupted, and this time, I was making sure that we wouldn’t be.
I was off and not on call, so no fires would be my problem unless one of the other guys had some incredible medical emergency or decided to quit on the spot. I doubted either would happen.
I managed to get Rhea to the living room, when she pulled away to catch her breath. My brain took this as the perfect opportunity to get one over on the competition.
“After this, you won’t even remember Ash,” I said confidently, and Rhea grinned, before stepping forward to run her finger over the seam of my shirt.
“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” she answered, a look in her eyes that was driving me wild. I was already hard, and my body was craving hers in a way I had never anticipated.
At the same time, I couldn’t help but wonder about her experience with Ash. What had he done that was special in any way?
Really not where I want my head to go right now, I reminded myself. Focus on this. On her. On us.
I reached down and lifted my shirt over my head, already feeling the heat. I noticed Rhea’s eyes running over my body, and I smiled at her. “Not bad, huh?”
“No complaints,” she said, before standing on her toes, wrapping her hands around my neck, and reaching to kiss me again. I could feel her clothes against my skin, and I needed to get under them.
But for now, I needed to build her hunger, too. Until she could no longer help herself. Until our bodies melted into each other.
As we kissed, Rhea’s hands began to explore, from my shoulders down to my chest, around my back, and across my stomach. The more she touched, the more intense the kiss became.
Eventually, I picked her up, and she threw her legs around me.
I carried her to the wall so that her back was pressed against it, and let my own hands begin their exploration.
I pulled her work shirt loose from her pants, and held her hip with one hand while the other trailed her skin up toward her bra.
I could feel the goosebumps under my fingers as I did this, and I smiled into the kiss.
She felt small in my arms, but with a silent strength and an animalistic hunger in her hands as she gripped my hair. It made the beast inside me want to escape, but I held it back and stayed careful. Didn’t want to let everything loose all at once; had to leave something to want.
I moved back slightly so that I could get her shirt off, and her bra went flying soon after. She wasn’t shy about letting me look, either, there was almost a sense of pride in her body.
And it was a well-deserved pride. “Nice.”
“Nice?” she giggled, her arms draping over my shoulders. “What a way to describe it.”
Idiot, I thought, but I just kept grinning as I moved her again, this time carrying her to the couch and laying her down.
“Perfection,” I said as I did so. “Magnificence, beauty, glory. Lots of other words I could add.”
She laughed out loud at that. “Come here, you ridiculous man.”
Good save, I thought as I kneeled beside the couch.
“There’s something I want to do first,” I announced, moving so that I could easily undo her work pants and get them off. I did the same with her underwear, and dropped them all near her shirt. Now, she was entirely naked, and I drank it in with my eyes as I put my hand on one of her legs.
“What, are you going to paint me like a French girl?” she asked cheekily, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a lot of artistic talent,” I explained with a sigh. “But there are other things I’m pretty damn good at.”
This time, her eyes widened. I let my hand linger for a moment before I moved upward on her thigh, and she instinctively moved her legs apart. I smiled, letting her wait for a little longer until I could see the need for what came next growing in her eyes.
Then, my fingers slipped into her slit, and I realized that she was already wet, which intensified my smirk.
I kept my eyes on her face, and watched as she bit her lower lip.
I was moving slowly, with teasing intent, and I could already feel her frustration.
That was good. I wanted that to overflow, until it drove her wild.
I found a slow rhythm and leaned forward until her face was only a few inches from mine. She was already starting to breathe heavily, and a small moan escaped her when I hit just the right spot.
“I think I’m going to take my time with you,” I whispered, and her eyes widened. “No rush, right? Unless you have something else to do.”
As I said that, I paused my movements, and she groaned. “No, please, don’t stop.”
“As you wish,” I winked and started again, this time, just slightly faster. But I kept my rhythm and pace, held the same pressure.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back. “I like that.”
“Nice, right?” I joked, but she was so zoned into the sensation that she didn’t really react to that.
I focused, too, really getting my head in the game.
I let my fingers slip down, and pushed two inside of her while holding my thumb on her clit.
This made her gasp, and her back arched slightly.
I continued to rotate my thumb, while my other fingers explored inside.
“You feel really good,” I said, using my free hand to play with her breasts as her body responded to me. I knew that I was going to struggle not to pull her on to me. I already craved being inside of her so much that it felt as if I would explode. But I needed to be patient.
I would get her there first.
Rhea was now truly arching her back and her eyes were closed. She moaned whenever I hit the right places with the right pace, and I could no longer hold back. I held my rhythm and didn’t let up this time, didn’t change a thing.
“Oh, god,” Rhea breathed as her body began to tense up. “I’m going to… Oh…”
The moan that escaped her as she crashed over the edge of her orgasm made my jaw tighten and my desire peak.
I waited for her body to relax before I undid my jeans and pulled them off along with my underwear in one swift motion.
Practicing getting in and out of uniform as fast as possible was definitely coming in handy here.
“You want to be on top?” I asked as I lay back on the floor, and Rhea glanced at me with a satisfied smile.
“Yeah, definitely,” she answered, before moving off the couch to straddle me.
The view from where I was was perfect now, the way that her body curved and her eyes glowed with excitement. Rhea slowly lowered herself onto my hardness, and I couldn’t help but let out a deep, primal groan as she did so. It was as if we were destined to be here.
“Whoa,” I breathed, drinking in the sensation of being inside of her and the heat that was between us.
She leaned forward, placing one hand on my shoulder for balance, before she began to move. Immediately, my muscles tightened and I began to match her rhythm. It was more than perfect. Every moment led us closer to ecstasy, but both of us were careful, slow; not wanting this to end too fast.
The way Rhea’s hips shifted, the way that her chest moved with her breathing, the way her nails slightly dug into me…
It was intoxicating, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her.
I put my hands on her waist to help her keep her balance, and she lifted her arm to sit back and lift her head.
The change in angle sent a ripple of electricity through my very bones, and I let out a grunt.
“Damn, that’s good,” I growled, closing my eyes for a moment to really embrace the feeling. “You’re just… Wow.”
“Nice?” she asked breathlessly, and I chuckled.
“Yeah,” I agreed, the word stretching long in tune with the rhythm of our bodies.
Then, I had another urge. I wanted to put her back up against the wall, and I had just the firefighting trick up my sleeve for doing that.
I pulled her close and rolled over, before getting to my feet with her in my arms and her legs around my waist. Throughout the process, I remained inside of her, and by the time I was standing, her eyes were wide with surprise.
“How did you do that?” she asked as I carried her forward and pressed her against the wall beside the door to the hallway.
“I have a certain set of sharp skills,” I answered with a wink, lowering my hands again so that I could hold her by the waist and control our rhythm.
“Insane,” Rhea breathed, our faces only a few inches apart.
She looked at my lips, and I leaned forward to kiss her.
Our bodies were now pressed together so tightly that I could feel her heart racing against mine, could feel our breathing match one another.
It was as if the world belonged to us in that moment.
I knew that I wasn’t going to last much longer, no matter what I tried, even as slow as we were going. She was simply all-consuming, a power that she used to full effect in her kiss, and in the way she grasped at my shoulders.
I began to move faster, harder, deeper, every moment bringing me closer to that cliff. Rhea moaned into my mouth as we kissed, her tongue wrestling with mine with ever more urgency. It was as if she wanted to chase me to the end, to urge me to get to the end.
“Shit,” I finally said as I pulled away from the kiss and lifted her off me to finish outside, but she immediately got down on her knees and put her mouth around me.
It felt as if fireworks were exploding behind my eyelids as I came and she swallowed, and by the end of it, my heart was hammering and my breath racing.
I slid down against the wall beside her and pulled her into my chest. “Well. That was incredible.”
“Mm, it was,” she said, nuzzling her head into me. I played with her hair as we both cooled down and processed the insanity of that rendezvous. I laid back with my head against the wall and wondered how it was possible that life could be this good.
We simply sat like that for a while until a question came into my mind. I wasn’t sure this was the right time to ask, but I knew that it would bother me forever until I actually knew the answer.
“Rhea,” I started, and she looked up at me with eyes that seemed hungry again. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she smiled, tracing shapes on my chest with one finger.
“Be honest,” I insisted as seriously as I could. “Am I better than Ash?”
Instead of actually answering, Rhea simply laughed and moved so that she was sitting on my lap, facing me. She began to kiss me, and I instantly knew that I was ready for the next round.