Free Burns So Bad (Smoke Jumpers) by Anne Marsh

all right. He sucked in air, fighting for control.
    Her fingers rubbed, finding a particularly sensitive spot beneath the swollen
    head, and his hips arched off the blanket.
    “Gia,” he warned hoarsely. Each
    touch brought him closer and closer to the edge of no return, and this wasn’t
    how he wanted their first time. He wanted her delirious with need. He wanted to
    love her and love her, to give her so much pleasure she couldn’t think.
    So no way he’d come before she did.
    The panties had to go. Damned if he
    didn’t like the way she looked in pink lace, but she’d look even better naked.
    Pulling back from her wicked hands, he reached for the scrap of nylon.
    “Those panties should be illegal,”
    he said hoarsely, liking how the lace looked in his hands as he cupped her ass
    and lifted. She laughed, and the happy sound shot straight to his balls. The
    scrap of a bikini tied on the sides with little loops of ribbon. With one hard
    tug the strings covering her hips came apart in his hands.
    Hell, yeah.
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    “Lift,” Rio ordered, his voice harsh.
    Biting back a dazed whimper, she
    did. He tugged her panties free, tossing them over his shoulder. For a long
    moment, he did nothing. Just looked at her. She wanted kisses. More touches.
    She reached for him.
    “Nuh-uh,” he said, pinning her
    hands to the blanket. “This is my turn. Right now, I’m enjoying looking.”
    “Take a picture,” she growled, “and
    enjoy it later.”
    He laughed. “You’re beautiful. I
    could look at you all day and never be done. But…” he leaned forward, his mouth
    so close she could feel each word on her skin, “…I could be convinced to hurry
    up.”
    His mouth started a slow, hot glide
    down her body she was so onboard with.
    His hands cupped her breasts, first just the curve and then stroking her
    nipples. The gentle pinch that followed sent pleasure tearing through her. Too
    much. Too fast. Not enough. Rio’s mouth descended,
    kissing a wicked path from her stomach to where she burned hottest.
    “Open up for me, sweetheart,” he
    rasped, running a hand along her thigh.
    She did, and her reward was his
    finger rubbing through the swollen folds. “You’re going to taste sugar-sweet,”
    he said.
    She heard her own raspy groan as he pressed a small, first
    kiss against her burning clit. She shuddered, crying out louder. Fiercer. His
    hands on her were a welcome anchor in a maelstrom of pleasure. She wouldn’t fly
    apart. She wasn’t alone here.
    “Let’s make you feel even better.”
    He didn’t ask. No, he just touched.
    His tongue pushed through the sensitive folds in a bold, erotic demand. She’d
    had oral sex before, but the way Rio commanded her body was new. And sexy as
    hell. He knew exactly what she needed, and he planned on giving it to her.
    Over and over.
    He angled her thighs wide, pinning
    her open with his shoulders. Yes, please, she thought happily. The position
    gave him full access to her body, and the delicious heat of him had her coming
    off the truck bed.
    “Nuh-uh,” he said, tapping her
    clit. “No moving.”
    There was no question about it. He
    was in charge. She should have minded, but God it felt so good. When his mouth
    covered her again, spearing her opening, she groaned. He growled and started at
    the bottom, licking his way to the top of her slit. Working through her folds
    as he tasted every single inch of her.
    “Much better,” she gasped out, and
    he just took her higher. Rolled his tongue back and forth over her clit in
    wicked circles, spreading her juices around the sensitive skin until she felt
    the orgasm trembling just around the corner.
    Foil tore, and he rolled down a condom. “I’ll always keep you
    safe,” he said, and she heard the promise in his voice.
    “Not from you,” she breathed, and he grinned.
    “You know what I want from you.” He pressed her thighs apart
    firmly, notching the blunt head of his erection against her opening.
    He wanted sex. Hard