Never Too Hot (Hot Shots: Men of Fire #3)(32)
Author: Bella Andre

He hadn’t meant to attack her like that. Hadn’t meant to bury his face in her br**sts, between her legs. Hadn’t meant to pound her hard into the mattress. But he hadn’t been able to help himself.

It was the first time he’d ever completely lost control with a woman.

And yet, as he lay there with Ginger warm in his arms, he knew it had been about more than just making her come, more than loving the feel of her soft flesh in his hands.

She was so incredibly beautiful, inside and out. He’d felt her surprise when he’d said as much to her, and he’d wanted so badly to erase all those years of fat camps, all the horrible things her husband had done to her. He knew he’d never find the words, but here in his bed, in the dark, he could show her how special she was.

Closing his eyes, he took several deep breaths to try to steady his heartbeat, counting backward from one hundred to let her fall asleep, but somewhere around thirty, he was kissing her again and she was responding by rubbing her br**sts against his chest. Wanting to go slower this time, he kissed her along her forehead, her cheekbones, her chin, then her neck and collarbones. His hands ran softly over her br**sts, to her waist and hips.

Rolling her over so that she was lying on top of him, he said, “You make me crazy, Ginger,” his voice rough with desire, and then she was grinding against him, bringing him back in record time.

“You. These.” He cupped her br**sts together, then closed his eyes and tilted his face up to rub himself on her like a lion would his mate. “There are no words,” he finally said a moment before he sucked one taut nipple in between his lips.

She arched her back to give him better access to her br**sts and he was laving both br**sts at once, his tongue darting, his teeth lightly scoring her ni**les, his stubble brushing against her flushed skin.

He could feel how ready she was as she rocked into his erection and then he was pushing up into her again, sounds coming out of their mouths that they couldn’t control, and everything was connected, his mouth on her br**sts, his hands on her hips as she rode him faster, harder, his desire for her growing bigger, stronger than anything he’d known was possible. And then, she was crying out, slamming herself against him as she reached the pinnacle and started to fall.

Her orgasm was so sweet he swore he could hear the angels sing as she came, and then he stopped trying to hold on to his self-control and gave himself up completely to pure pleasure.

Minutes later, with Ginger’s curves pressed up tight into him, her breathing soft and even as the storm raged above them, Connor fell into the deepest sleep he’d had in two years.

Chapter Twelve

SNIPPETS OF the previous night slowly came to Ginger as she woke up. Remembrances of intense pleasure. Connor’s mouth on her. Moaning — screaming — his name as she came. And then as she grew more fully awake she realized that she was in his bed, and he was still there with her, his large arms holding her tightly against him.

He was running the tip of his fingers over her hips, the small of her back, the side of her br**sts. But she hadn’t yet tasted him with her lips, her tongue, and now it was what she most wanted, so she put her hands on his chest and said, “I want to give you pleasure.”

He groaned and shook his head. “Sweetheart, I don’t know if I can let you-”

This time she finished his sentence with a kiss, pushing him flat on his back on the bed.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered as she ran kisses down his face, his shoulders, his chest. The deeply ridged muscles on his stomach rippled and tightened as she brushed her fingertips over the peaks and valleys.

His erection bumped into her forearm and she shifted her attention lower, to his impressive penis. Her mouth watered and she didn’t think, she just did what was natural and bent over to taste him. Her hair brushing against him made him groan again and then she was pressing her lips to the soft, hot skin stretched across the head of his cock. She’d never thought the word before, but it was the perfect description for his magnificent erection.

His hands threaded into her hair, helping her take him deeper. She was amazed by how sexy this was, how good it felt to give him such deep pleasure. She moved her mouth slowly back up, then down him, once, then twice. With every stroke of her tongue, he grew bigger, harder. And then, she was on her back on the bed and he was driving in between her thighs, and she was crying out his name.

They lay together in silence for several minutes as sunlight streamed in through his window. To say that Ginger had rocked his world wasn’t even cutting into the surface. Still, a warning light went off behind his breastbone, one he wanted to ignore but couldn’t.

He’d promised himself that he’d keep his distance. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. Instead, not only had he been all over her last night, but they’d been in such a hurry all three times, they hadn’t used a condom. Hadn’t done a single thing to prevent diseases. Or pregnancy.

“Ginger, we need to talk.”

She scooted away from him slightly, pulled the sheet up to cover her gorgeous curves. “I knew you were going to say that.”

That was when he saw the faint scar on her shoulder. “Right there,” he said, running two fingers over the slightly discolored skin, from her collarbone all the way to the underside of her left breast. “That’s where you were burned.”

She nodded and he leaned closer to run kisses down her skin. “I’m sorry you had to feel that.”

Her fingers threaded into his hair. “I’m okay now,” she said. “Perfectly okay.”

The taste of her still on his tongue, somehow he managed, “We didn’t use anything. I haven’t been with a woman in a while. But the last time the fire station tested us, I was clean.”

“Me too.”

“What about-”

Jesus, he was breaking out in a sweat just thinking about the odds of becoming a father like this. All because he couldn’t keep his hands off her.

“Is this the right time of the month for-”

But she was already shaking her head and saying, “No. I don’t think I’m ovulating.”

She hadn’t blushed when she’d been taking him into her mouth, but now that they were talking about the repercussions of the mind-blowing sex they’d just had, both of them were uncomfortable.

“My cycle is pretty wonky, but I seriously doubt we’re in danger of anything like that.”

Relief shot through him and he finally let himself smile. “Good.”

“Yeah,” she said, even though she wasn’t smiling back. “It’s great.”

“We’ll have to be more careful next time.”

Her eyes flew to his. “Next time?”