Chapter 4
Kenzie
Flippety fluckety. He’s pulling away from the kiss. I knew it was too good to be true. Kissing the man I’ve been fantasizing over for so long. But dammit, he’s a firefighter and I shouldn’t be falling for him anyway. Who am I kidding? I fell for him the moment I laid eyes on him and he asked me what he could pick up for me from Espresso Yourself. I requested a caramel mocha and he returned with an extra large.
Le sigh.
So no, I shouldn’t be kissing him. I shouldn’t have fallen for him. I shouldn’t have agreed to be his fake girlfriend. None of this is good for my heart.
“Kenzie, I have to tell you something.”
Shit. Here we go.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to be my fake girlfriend.”
Yup. At least we agree on that.
“Ya. You’re right—” I try to take a step back, but he holds me in place.
“Wait. What I meant was that I should have just asked you out.”
“Me?” I chirped.
“Yes, you. I’ve liked you for a while, but I know you don’t date firefighters, so I never asked.”
“Are you serious right now?” I don’t know if I’m mad, shocked, resentful, or just super confused. “You like me?”
“Ya.”
“Then why are we trying to make Summer jealous?” I mean, I know why, but I just want to hear his explanation.
“I didn’t think you’d have me, so I was trying to move on. But then you agreed to be my fake girlfriend. Because you’re such an amazing person. You’re loyal to the people in your life. You want to help others. But you’re just so fucking beautiful.”
I gasp.
“When you showed up in that dress I knew I was in trouble.”
“You did?”
“Mhmm. And then when you sat on my lap, I couldn’t think straight. I’m not sure I remember half of the conversation from tonight.”
“You don’t?”
“Nope. And then…” he rakes one hand through his hair leaving it all tussled, just the way I love it. “Hunter threw that stupid fry at me and my arm grazed your pussy.”
“It did?” I whisper so hoarsely I think there’s sandpaper in my throat. But I know his arm grazed my pussy because my whole body shot off like a firework the moment he touched me.
“And I couldn’t let the night end.”
“You couldn’t?” Okay. I need to rewire my brain. I’m awkwardly stuck on two-word replies. I clear my throat. “You really wanted to come back here?” There. That was good. Yup. Fully functional again.
“More than anything.”
Shit. Spoke too soon. Malfunctioning. My body has officially turned to goop.
Each beat that passes charges the air with another watt of electricity. I’m officially amped up. Like ready to go. Fireman-haul me off to my bed please.
“What about you, Kenzie? What do you want?”
Moment of truth.
This is that moment in life where people scream at you to seize the ever-loving day.
Ya. Ima do that.
“I want you, Finn.” But that’s not true. “I need you. Now.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, dropping to his knees. He’s lifting my shirt, pressing kisses to my stomach, down my pelvic bone. The stubble on his jaw softly abraids my skin. In the best possible way.
My shorts are loosening around my waist, and when I look down to see his tongue swiping at the hem, I realize that it’s my hands shoving my bottoms down.
“This is so fucking sexy, Kenzie,” he says in a husky voice as he trails his finger down the front of my lace panties. That slow movement pulls a groan from my throat.
When his finger dips beneath the fabric, my whole body is quivering. We shuffle so that my back is against the wall.
“Here we go.” He drapes one of my legs over his shoulder. “I’m gonna lick this wet pussy like she’s my dessert. And then you’re gonna come all over my face, Kenzie.”
Shivers are racing up and down my limbs. My spine is only upright because of the hard surface behind me.
I’m moaning before he even licks up my slit.
Oh.
My.
God.
This is heaven. Perfection. The ultimate fantasy. My dream man is taking me in my kitchen. He’s the one I’ve grown so attached to without knowing it. Every time he’d come back from a call. He’s the first one I’d check in on. He’s such a protector. So generous. I can’t count the number of people he’s helped over the years. And yes, he’s a prankster. Yes, he glued quarters to the table with Eli. Yes, he put tape under my mouse so it wouldn’t work—took me a couple of hours to figure that one out. And yes, he swapped my orange juice for carrot juice one day. But he’s more than a goof. He’s kind and selfless. He helped Grady (who nobody likes) pump out his basement after it flooded well after working hours. And he’s the first one to ask the seniors in town if they’ve had their houses inspected and equipped with update-to-date smoke alarms.
He’s a dream. And this must be a dream because nothing has ever felt so good. So right. So divine.
His tongue laps up my sides. Then he stuffs it inside of me, and we both groan deeply. I think it can’t get any better until he pulls it out and starts sucking on my clit.
I’ve never had a man know exactly what I need and give it to me like this. My whole body is aching for him. My breasts are heavy and my nipples are tight.
“Play with your nipples, babe.”
I slip my hands under my shirt and massage my breasts just as he starts sucking on me again. There’s no holding back.
“I’m…coming…uhhhhh…”
“That’s it. Let it go.” He’s slurping at my thighs, quenching his thirst. My body is about to collapse.
“I got you,” he says gently. And I’m in his arms. He’s strutting down the hall to my bedroom.
When he lays me on the bed, he presses a kiss to my forehead and turns away.
“Don’t go.” I lift my arms to him. “C’mere.”
Instantly his body is covering mine and he’s kissing my neck.
“I want more, Finn.” I push my hips up to rub against his dick. “I want this. Need this. Give it to me. I want to feel you inside of me, unloading into me.” I’ve never been one to say exactly what I want in bed, but this man has unleashed something inside of me.
He’s off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head. Gah! There’s nothing sexier than a shirtless man in jeans. My body is on fire.
Now he’s dropping his pants, and I see his large cock jutting out toward me. I just know that he’s going to fill me up so good.
“I want to suck you.” Who even am I? But I don’t care because he’s crawling over me, and in a second he’s feeding me his dick.
“Just the tip, baby. I won’t last.”
I suck him like a lollipop and listen to his guttural groans. I know I’m going to do this again, but for now he’s so thick and ready that I can taste him in my mouth. When he pulls out, I suck so hard it makes a popping sound upon release.
“We’re doing that again. Later.”
He’s reaching down to his pants in a pile on the floor, and I realize what he’s about to do, but I don’t want that. I want to feel him bare.
“I’m clean. Are you?”
“Ya, baby. Are you sure?”
I nod. “I want to feel all of you.”
And then he’s kissing me—no, devouring me. His tongue is deep in my mouth. It’s so dirty and I’m loving every second of it.
I reach for his dick and guide him inside of him. I know this is going to be quick because he’s already leaking.
When he slides inside of me, we both pause, panting hard.
“This is it. You feel amazing, Kenzie.”
“You fill me up just right, Finn.”
Soon he’s moving in a rhythm, and I pace myself alongside him. His hands are everywhere, like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t get enough of him either.
And then my orgasm comes in an onslaught of pleasure.
I cry out and he thrusts inside again.
Then we collapse in a heap on the bed. Motionless. Where we remain for the rest of the night.
Psych!
We totally do that three more times before we finally find a few minutes of sleep.
And I can honestly say, best sleep I never had.