Free Playing With Fire (Firehouse Fourteen Book 2) by Lisa B. Kamps Page B

her knees. Down to her ankles. He raised first one foot, then the other, tossing the material behind him.
    And he watched her. Just watched her.
    He reached out with one finger and ran it gently up the inside of her calf, the inside of her thigh. Her hands dropped to his shoulders and she spread her legs, opening herself to his gaze.
    Jay swallowed, his mouth dry and his mind blank. Need shattered inside him, but he pushed it down, ruthlessly. Not yet.
    He leaned forward and dropped his mouth against her wet heat. His tongue flicked out, teasing her clit as he ran one finger between her lips. She was wet, so fucking wet. He slid his finger inside, felt her hips buck against his mouth as she tightened around him, her nails digging into his shoulders.
    Not yet.
    He smiled against her flesh, the salty tang of her body hot against his tongue.
    Then he pulled away and sat back on his heels, looking up at her. Disappointment crossed her face as her eyes fluttered open. She looked down at him.
    And he smiled up at her.
    "Show me."
    Desire flared in her dark eyes as she watched him, hesitating for only a second. Her tongue darted out and licked her parted lips and Jay's gut clenched again, desire and need hardening his cock even more.
    But not yet.
    Angie lifted her hands from his shoulders, moved them to her neck. Slowly, so slowly, she dragged her hands down her body, her palms skimming her own breasts. She rolled each nipple between her own fingers, squeezing them. Her breathing was shallow and her head fell back with a small moan. Then she spread her fingers and dragged both hands down across her stomach, down further until she touched herself.
    She spread her legs even further and leaned against the wall, her hips thrust forward. Light from the small nightlight bathed her with just enough light so he could see her clearly. Jay leaned closer, watching as she held herself open with the fingers of one hand.
    Watching as she stroked her clit with one finger, slow at first, teasing.
    Her strokes became bolder, harder, faster, unleashing something inside him. His hands closed around her hips and he moved his face closer, still content to watch.
    Angie's breathing was ragged now, her tiny moans echoing in the stillness around them as she pleasured herself. Jay slid a finger deep inside her, felt her grip him as her slickness coated his finger. He pulled it out, then slid two in. Out, then in, his rhythm matching her own strokes against her clit.
    She tightened again, a hard squeeze around his fingers that made his cock tighten in response. She called his name, a ragged whisper in the air, then shattered. Her hands dropped to his shoulders, her nails digging into his bare flesh. Her hips thrust forward, bucking against his hand, riding his fingers. Jay lowered his mouth to her, his tongue gliding over her clit as she rode her climax hard against his hand.
    Now. Fuck, now.
    He pulled away from her and stood up, his hands tearing at his pants and pushing them down past his hips. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, stepping forward to pin her to the wall as he drove his cock deep inside her.
    She tightened around him, saying his name over and over as drove into her, his rhythm harsh and demanding. Her legs tightened around his waist and he felt her mouth against the corded flesh between his neck and shoulder, her teeth nipping and biting.
    And damn, he was ready to explode. Now. Felt his balls tighten as her body squeezed his, urging his own release.
    "Fuck!" He pulled out of her and held his breath, praying for control. But her hips were still thrusting against him, searching, and he didn't think he could wait much longer, didn't think he could deny his need for another minute.
    He shook his head and tried to step away, but Angie's hold around his waist was too strong.
    And his willpower too weak.
    The need to drive into her, to fill her with his release was overwhelming. Blinding. But he couldn't, not yet.
    "Angie, wait." He