“Yeah, she was really okay,” he assured. “What else are you afraid of?”
“Heights, small spaces, spiders. I think all the normal things.” I cocked my head. “You?”
“Mine are more fears of the emotional kind. My sister hurt. One of my brothers, that type of thing, but nothing physical.”
“I suppose that makes you a good firefighter.”
“Not sure about that, but it makes the job easier for me.” He squeezed my calf and it felt so good I practically purred. He raised an eyebrow. “You sore?”
“A little, yeah.”
“You got lotion?”
I let out a quiet gasp. “Are you going to rub my feet?”
“Well I’m not asking so I can fuck your ass… yet.”
I snorted out a laugh.
He removed his hands. “Unless you don’t want a ma—”
I scrambled off the sofa. “I’ve got the real stuff. Be right back.”
I rushed into my bathroom and grabbed my massage oil, changing into a pair of shorts before heading back to the living room.
Shadow walked out of my kitchen, another beer in his hand, and he grinned. “You got gorgeous legs, baby.”
I bit my lip. “Are they going to distract you from your task?”
“Never given anyone a massage, Posey, but I figure you can guide me. And I don’t know whether or not your fuckin’ killer legs’ll distract me, but I’m willin’ to give it a shot.”
I raised the bottle of oil slightly, the air whooshing when the towel I’d brought waved with my motion. “I’m willing to let you, because it’s been an age since anyone’s done that for me.”
“You gotta practice self-care,” he bossed, taking the oil from me and flopping back on the sofa. He removed the rings he wore, and laid the towel over his legs, then patted the cushion beside him.
I settled myself on my back, sliding my legs over his thighs… and that’s when the magic began. Good god, his hands were like heaven.
But he suddenly stopped, and I leaned up on my elbows. His eyes were closed, and he was taking long, slow breaths. “You’re done already?”
“You keep makin’ those noises, honey, and I’m not gonna be able to contain myself.”
I sighed, flopping back onto the sofa. “Sorry. You’re just really good.”
“I’m good at other things as well,” he informed me. “But I’d like to finish this first so you can handle the exercise I’m gonna put you through later.”
I shivered, closing my eyes and forcing myself not to squeak.
Or moan.
Or whimper.
It was almost impossible.
Then he started on my feet, and I lost my mind.
“Babe,” he breathed out, and I was up.
I was up and on him like flies on a rib roast. I ripped the towel off his lap and straddled him, taking his face in my hands, and leaning down to kiss him. His fingers dug into the softness of my ass and squeezed, before sliding up under my shorts and pressing against my pussy.
“Bedroom,” I ordered. “Now.”
He stood, lifting me with him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me down the hall. His lips never left mine and all I could think about was how strong he was and that I wanted to kiss him forever.
“Nolan,” I rasped.
“Right here, beautiful.”
I buried my face in his neck. “I can’t get close enough.”
“Let’s fix that,” he said, setting me gently on my bed. His hand pressed gently on my sternum had me falling back. Within seconds, my shorts were slid down my legs, panties and all.
“Spread, sweetheart.”
I arched my knees, set my feet flat on the mattress, then I spread and was rewarded with his mouth on my pussy and gentle sucks to my clit. I slid a leg over his shoulder and arched into his mouth as he applied pressure to my clit with his tongue, then sucked again. Suddenly, he kissed the inside of each thigh and met my eyes.
“Don’t think I can wait to be inside you, baby,” he warned.
“Then, don’t.”
“Shirt and bra off,” he ordered, and I did that while he removed his clothes.
As soon as his shirt came off, I let out a quiet whimper of need. Jesus, he was delicious. He had a dog skull with flames behind it tattooed on his right pec, the firefighter emblem on his left. His right bicep up to the shoulder was covered with flames and a ‘Dogs of Fire’ banner across his abdomen.
His extremely muscular abdomen.
“You look like Thor. If Thor wasn’t so weird looking,” I blurted out.
He raised an eyebrow as he kicked off his jeans. “You think Chris Hemsworth is weird looking?”
I noticed the evidence of his erection pressing against his black boxer briefs and I licked my lips. We were getting distracted, but I still said, “Hell, yes, I think Chris Hemsworth is weird looking. His eyes are way too close together and the only time I thought he was hot was when he was fat Thor.”
Shadow burst out in laughter. “You were into fat Thor?”
“Well, no, not into. He was just better looking as fat Thor. I’m a Chris Evans gal all the way. Cap will always be my man. And Robert Downey, Jr., of course. Who doesn’t need a Tony Stark in their life?”
“Or a Pepper Potts,” he returned as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers.
I bit my lip and leaned up on my elbows.
“Slowly,” I ordered, and he chuckled.
“You sure you’re ready for the thunder?”
I couldn’t stop a snort. “If you’ve got thunder in your unders, you may need to see a doctor.”
“Thunder in my unders? We may need to trademark that.”
“Just get your damn panties off already,” I hissed.
He roared with laughter even as he slid his boxers down, finally, fucking finally, releasing his cock.
“Thunder, indeed,” I rasped, as he hovered over me.
“Gonna glove up, then I’m gonna fuck you, baby. You’ll need to tell me if it’s too much, because I’m about to bust.”
I raised up slightly, running my tongue over his top lip. “Bring it.”
He rolled a condom on, then hovered his cock at my entrance. “Ready?”
I slid my hands to his face and stroked his jaw. “Absolutely.”
He grinned, sliding slowly in, letting out a quiet hiss. “You’re so tight. Jesus, so sweet.”
I raised my hips taking him deeper, gripping his biceps for balance. “More, honey.”
He buried himself to the hilt and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing my heel into his ass, urging him to move.
“Fuck,” he whispered and then he thrust deep, and I thought I might lose my mind.
He continued to thrust deep, slowly at first, then faster and faster until I gripped his scalp and, in the process, pulled his hair free from the rubber band holding it back. Jesus, that’s when I came. As his hair slid over us like a curtain, brushing along my sensitive skin, I could no longer hold back my climax, crying out his name as an orgasm rushed over me.
It was captivating.
It was awe-inspiring and a little terrifying.
It was absolute perfection.
He thrust twice more, then he let out a quiet grunt, before kissing me gently and rolling us so we were facing each other but still connected.