Chapter 11 #3
“Yes. That’s why we make good firefighters.
If fatally injured in a fire, we’ll reincarnate.
We can take chances regular humans can’t and shouldn’t.
At the same time, we have to be careful not to let anyone see our supernatural side.
My brother Ryan died in a high-rise backdraft.
There was a very public funeral for him. ”
“That’s right! I remember now. I thought I had heard the name Fierro—and not just because of the type of Pontiac. So, he’s actually alive? Just reincarnated?”
“Yup. He lives in a castle in Ireland. And then, my brother Jayce died when… Well, it’s a long story. But he came back, and now he’s a firehouse captain.”
Kizzy could hardly believe what she was hearing, but she had seen it with her own eyes. Noah was a shape-shifter! She had heard of those, of course. Nick Wolfensen was a shape-shifter—a werewolf. But she had only heard of the phoenix as a legend…a myth.
“I’m a little stunned. I have to admit, you handled seeing my powers better than I’m handling yours.”
“Really?” He rose and strolled over to her. Sitting on the ottoman in front of her, he took her hands in his and leaned forward. “Are you upset about it? I’m not dangerous. I’d never hurt you.”
“Upset? Heck no. I’m thrilled. If anything happened to you…”
Noah smiled. “Can you finish that sentence?”
She took a deep breath. “I’ll try. If you died in a fire, a piece of me would die with you. I’m falling in love with you, Noah.”
He grinned, then lifted her hands to his lips and kissed each knuckle. When he had finished, he said, “I love you too,” then pulled her closer and kissed her lips, deepening the kiss when she opened her mouth and sought his tongue.
The kiss grew hot. He scooped her under her buttocks and lifted her onto his lap easily. She was at the perfect height for them to devour each other’s mouths.
When they finally broke apart, they were both panting. He cupped the back of her head and pulled her into a warm hug. She held him long and tight. When they finally pulled apart, they clasped hands.
Kizzy suddenly realized something. “I’m glad we were friends first. I was attracted to you immediately, but if I had acted on attraction alone, I would wonder whether this was love or lust.”
“I guess I know what you mean. It was the same for me, but with one exception.”
“What was that?”
“For me, it’s love and lust. I want you, Kizzy, but I don’t have a condom.”
She rested her forehand against his and gazed down at their clasped hands. “I want you too. And I can create a magical condom.”
Noah’s brows shot up in surprise. He rose and pulled Kizzy up with him.
He led her to his bedroom, closing the door behind her.
They gazed at each other for a moment and then began unbuttoning and unzipping each other’s clothing.
Slowly and carefully, they removed each piece, folding and placing everything on top of the dresser.
Kizzy knew Noah was strong, but she hadn’t expected such musculature all over. His powerful thigh muscles rippled under the skin as he walked. His pecs, abs, and arm muscles all worked together as he turned down the bed.
She was glad Noah wasn’t one of those guys who wanted to maul her to show how macho he could be. He didn’t rip off her clothes or throw them across the room. He held the covers up for her to slide under, and then he joined her.
He cupped her cheek and stared into her eyes. “Are you really ready for this? I know your father wouldn’t approve.”
“Well then, it’s a good thing he’s not here, because I want this very much.”
Noah grinned, then laid her down and leaned over, kissing her soundly.
Their tongues swirled together, and she tasted just a hint of beer along with Noah’s unique flavor.
They moved together as one. He dipped his head and kissed a path down her sternum then over to one breast, which he suckled thoroughly.
Then he moved to the other one and gave that side equal attention.
When he pinched the nipple he wasn’t sucking, the electricity shot straight to her womb, making her hungry with need.
The area between her thighs was growing damp.
When she reached down, she found him erect and hard as steel.
She massaged his cock and then leaned over and took it in her mouth.
He groaned but soon let out a breath of relief.
She sucked harder and watched him respond.
He lifted his back up off the bed when she tugged on his balls at the same time.
She loved the moans and groans that said she was on the right track.
She wanted to make him feel good. The way he made her feel.
“Good God.” He placed a finger under her chin and tipped her face up until he could see her eyes. “Can I give you some of that action, beautiful?”
Kizzy smiled, knowing what awaited her and hoping nothing interrupted them. If Dante chose to come home at that moment, she might cry.
She scooted back up until her head rested on the pillow, and he moved down to take his place at the intersection of her thighs.
He licked her labia, taking his time. The cool smooth action of his tongue woke up her neglected body.
She’d had sex before, but not often, and it was never that big a deal.
She’d never been in love, nor had anyone said they loved her.
This man made her feel like she was important to him.
He was certainly important to her…like breathing.
He flicked his tongue across her clit, and she raised her pelvis right off the bed.
The amazing sensations that shot through her were nothing like she had experienced before.
He returned to lavishing attention on her most sensitive bundle of nerves.
She shivered and vibrated with repeated swipes of his talented tongue.
At last, the tension spiraled to a breaking point. She felt like she was leaping off a precipice, and then she was flying. She had never experienced an orgasm like this. She felt like she could escape the confines of her body. This magnificent experience was something she hoped to repeat often.
When her spirit had finally “landed” and achieved equilibrium, she calmly pulled Noah’s face up to her own and kissed him thoroughly. “Thank you.”
“It’s not over yet. Unless you want it to be.”
She laughed. “There’s no way I want to stop now.”
“Do you need protection?”
“I can take care of it with magic, if you trust me?”
He smiled and settled his belly over hers, with his legs between her legs. “I trust you.” Gazing down at her, he kissed the end of her nose.
She closed her eyes for a few moments, then opened them and nodded. “Go ahead.”
Pushing forward, Noah entered her waiting center.
It felt perfect. When he was buried to the hilt, he began his rhythm.
She lifted her legs and buttocks and met him thrust for thrust. Their mating sped up as the sensations they were creating deepened.
After a few minutes, she could feel the spiral of sexual pleasure rising again.
When she reached her climax, she cried out.
He encouraged her to let loose. “Go ahead. Let go. Scream it all out.”
Kizzy allowed herself to be swept away completely. She screamed and quivered with the most powerful orgasm she could have imagined. It seemed to go on and on. At last, he followed her over the edge, jerking and grunting with his own release.
Eventually, he collapsed beside her, and they panted, inhaling and exhaling deeply.
“Wow,” Kizzy said breathlessly.
“I second that.” He gathered her in his arms and tucked her head under his chin tenderly. Still breathing deeply, they recovered until at last their inhalations returned to normal. Finally, Noah sat up. “Can I get you something to drink? Another cold beer or ice water?”
“I’m fine, thanks.” Kizzy rolled up off the bed and looked for her clothes. Then she remembered they were on top of the dresser. “I’ll just use your bathroom and get dressed…if it’s safe to go out there like this.”
“We’re alone. Dante won’t be back for another hour or so.”
“Okay.” Kizzy grabbed her clothes and peeked around the open door anyway. Then she ran across the hall to the bathroom, cleaned up, and dressed.
Smiling, she realized how satisfied she was. Completely sated. Completely relaxed. Noah was good for her. She hadn’t felt this contented in weeks, months, maybe even years. Soon, she returned to find Noah in the kitchen. He handed her a glass of ice water—just the refreshment she needed.
“I want to see you more often, Kizzy.”
“I think that can be arranged.” She reached over and drew him in for another long kiss.
He sat on the kitchen chair and pulled her down on his lap. They sat there holding each other without words. None were needed.
At last, Noah broke their silent reverie. “I want you to meet my family.”
“I already met your parents at the basketball game.”
“Not just my parents. We all get together for Sunday dinner whenever our schedules allow. At least twice a month.”
“Don’t you have a big family? Are you sure there will be room for me?”
Noah laughed. “No, but we’ll make room.”
“So you want me to meet your whole family some Sunday?”
“Yeah. I want you to meet my big fat phoenix family, this Sunday. Please?”
The invitation was sweet and signaled a shift in their relationship. She realized it was a direction she wanted to follow. “Okay.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’ll meet your big fat phoenix family this Sunday.”