“Sammy,pleaselook at me.” I meet his eyes. The pressure inside me explodes. I squeal and buck. The onslaught of orgasmic waves of clenching and release leave me spent.
He holds me around the waist and works himself deep inside. With a hard thrust, he cries my name and comes. His moans echo off the shower walls and linger in the fog of warm water.
“Here you go.” Brady hands me a glass of red wine. “Looks like we’ve got a clear twilight.” He nods at the wall of windows facing the pine forest. “Want to go out to the deck?”
I glance down at my clothes. I’m covered in Brady. I’ve got on his Fire Academy T-shirt under his Sharks sweatshirt and sweatpants. On my feet are his warm, wool socks. “Let's do it.”
It’s chillier than I thought, but I'm plenty toasty. He removes the covers on his deck chairs and ottomans. I brace for critters underneath, but we’re spared. We sit and take in the forest from the outcropping of rock where the deck is situated.
“Lara would love it up here. She’d feel like she was taller than the trees.” I can imagine her peering through the slats of the railing.
“You should bring her when she gets back.”
Hearing Brady say “when she gets back” takes the edge off my nerves. She'll be back soon. I can manage three more days until she’s in my arms.
He places his glass on the small table between us. “How are you feeling about what the insurance guy said?”
“I still can’t imagine any woman I know setting a fire to the property. I suppose the only one would be Gabriella.”
I tell him my suspicions about Gabriella acting on Mark’s behalf without him realizing it. “She can be mean as a rattlesnake. She and her ex-husband absolutely hated each other. They lived down the street from us, and you could feel the tension every time you passed their house.”
“If it was her, what do you think would be her next move?”
“If she’s doing this for Mark, I'd say she’ll set another fire.”
Brady nods and takes a sip of wine.
“Tabitha thinks the arsonist could be a love rival for Ollie’s affection.” I giggle.
“Ollie?”
“I guess he’s a heartbreaker? She thinks both arsons were part of a retaliation against her for winning him.”
Brady and I laugh so hard we have to set our glasses on the table.
“Tabitha needs to stop binge-watching crime thrillers,” I say.
“Yeah, she does.” Brady meets my gaze and shifts on his chair. Suddenly, there’s room for one more. “You want to come over here?”
God, do I.I nestle in beside him. His lips taste like wine. Our kissing is deep and romantic. It makes me feel like we’ve been reduced to two bodies whose sole purpose is to seek the other.
Brady slides his hand down the front of my Sharks sweatpants. He’s gotten me turned on and wet for him, of course. Hell, merely knowing he exists in the same town makes me wet.
He pushes a finger into my entrance. I give a ragged moan against his mouth. “How about we get naked? Waist down?” I suggest.
We wiggle out of our sweatpants, and I lift my leg to his hip. He slips inside me. Our eyes lock. He steadily pushes and retreats. The sensations between my legs reach a peak. His hazel eyes blur, and my body surrenders.
Chapter Ten
Bradywalksthroughthefront door of my parents’ house armed with bags of groceries. Despite the danger of flying foodstuffs, I throw my arms around his neck and pull him down into a kiss.
“What have we here?” I eye the bags as we walk to the kitchen.
“I’m making my famous firehouse lasagna.” He sets the bags on the counter and brings me into a bear hug that makes me feel adored. “Are we alone?”
“Nope,” Mom calls from the back room. “I’m here.”
Brady’s cheeks go red.
