Free Flash Point (Kilgore Fire Book 2) by Lani Lynn Vale Page B

me.”
    “Lie to me,” he ordered again, his hands moving around my slightly rounded belly to the button of my jeans.
    “Lie to you about what?” I asked again, still confused.
    His hands deftly unbuttoned my jeans, then shoved them down to my upper thighs.
    And I can tell you from experience that wet jeans were hard to get off, but when Booth dropped down to his knees behind me to help me free my legs and press soft kisses on the swell of my ass, I would never remember wet jeans the same way again.
    “Press your breasts against the counter,” he ordered. “Hands flat.”
    I uncurled my fists and pressed my palms flat against the cool surface, following suit with my bare breasts moments later.
    I inhaled when they touched the cold granite.
    “Shit,” I hissed as I started to sit up.
    The bite on my ass, however, had me freezing exactly where I was.
    “Stay still,” he ordered.
    I bit my lip, eyes closing as he ran the tip of his nose over the smooth skin of my ass.
    Finally, my jeans slipped free of my ankles and I promised never to wear skinny jeans again, but quickly forgot that promise when moments later Booth’s hands were on the outsides of my thighs.
    “Open wider,” he ordered.
    And those were the last words he said for long minutes afterwards, as he worshipped my body with his mouth, teasing, flicking, and tasting me.
    His tongue only reached so far, but I couldn’t say I was upset with that.
    What he could reach he got. Thoroughly .
    By the time he came back to his feet long minutes later, I was a quivering mess desperate for release.
    The clink-clink of his belt coming undone had me tensing in anticipation.
    It was the tear of the condom that had me freezing.
    We’d never worn one before, and I didn’t want to wear one now.
    “Stop,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him.
    He had the latex in between two fingers, seconds away from rolling it onto his beautiful cock.
    “What?” he asked.
    “I’m clean. And I’m on birth control. Have been since you left,” I whispered.
    His eyes flared as he tossed the condom down onto the counter where it rolled off onto the floor, disappearing somewhere under the lip of the counter.
    “I’m clean,” he said, he’d have had to have a check for the fire department pre-testing when he started there.
    His large, rough palm fisted his cock, making the already ruddy head become even darker.
    I bit my lip and watched him line himself up at my entrance.
    The moment his cock was poised at my pussy, he stopped.
    “Lie to me,” he ordered harshly, his breath coming in ragged pants now.
    “Lie to you about what?” I cried.
    “Tell me you’ve had no other man but me,” he ordered. “Tell me you’ve only ever had me. Just like I’ve only ever had you.”
    I looked at him over my shoulder.
    “There’s been no one else but you, and honey, that’s not a lie. That’s the God’s honest truth, so be gentle with me,” I whispered to him.
    His eyes flashed, and I knew the moment he realized I was telling the actual truth, and not lying to him.
    He got this look in his eye, one of possession, and he smiled.
    Then with infinite slowness, he eased his thick cock inside of me.
    And I watched him the entire time.
    Watched his mouth go slack, and his eyes go fever hot.
    His breathing became choppier, and sweat beaded his forehead.
    And when he hit bottom inside of me, my eyes closed.
    My pussy was stretched wide around his invading cock, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for him to move.
    He must’ve realized that, too, because he held still for a long time afterwards, running his hand up and down my back.
    “You’re just as tight today as you were when you were seventeen,” he growled.
    I pushed back, giving him the silent encouragement that he needed to start pulling out of me.
    He didn’t waste any more time slamming back inside.
    My hips hit the counter, smacking against the drawer beneath the counter with a soft thud.
    The silverware that I couldn’t