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Jordan did as I asked, and I moved my slick fingers between his ass cheeks, circling the puckered skin before trying to push inside him.

The angle wasn’t the best. Jordan moved up to his knees and steadied himself on his right hand. “Try this.”

He bent over and showed me that beautiful hole without shame. I moved behind him and kissed each of his cheeks before using my finger to circle the sensitive flesh again. I grabbed the lube to add more so I didn’t hurt him before sliding my index finger inside and watching it disappear up to the second knuckle.

My cock throbbed as he moaned when I slid my middle finger in next to the index and began finger-fucking him. I flopped onto my back and slid under him where he was on his knees and right hand, dragging my tongue along his hanging length.

“Fuck, Thatcher. I need more.” Oh, I was going to give him more.

“Move down my body.” I pulled my fingers from his ass to grab the condom and slide it on.

Jordan took the lube and squirted it behind him on the condom before closing it and putting it on the bed. His right hand then made purchase with my chest for balance as he slowly lowered himself onto my eager cock that I’d tilted toward his core.

“Don’t use your left hand, baby. I’ll help you balance. Let your legs do the work, or let me put you on your back, and I’ll do all the work. I fucking want you so bad,” I growled as his channel hugged me and caused my eyes to roll back in my head.

“It won’t take me long, I’m afraid. I’ve been dreaming about this since I met you. Fuck, it feels like you’re everywhere and up in my fucking throat,” he groaned.

My hands were against his chest to hold him steady as my heels dug into the mattress to give me leverage to tilt my pelvis up to him.

A dozen thrusts later and Jordan’s mouth opened in a silent scream as he painted my chest with hot cum.

“Hang on a minute, if you would.”

I flipped us without slipping out and placed him on his back, being careful with his hand. I moved his legs around my waist to clasp behind me. I began pounding him as fast and hard as I could. The divine feeling of his body holding me inside was my undoing. Looking into his beautiful light-brown eyes and seeing love reflected back had me biting my tongue to keep from saying I loved him.

But saying it during sex, you couldn’t be sure your partner would believe you. When I said the words to him, I wanted him to know without a doubt that I meant what I said. I leaned forward and kissed his soft lips.

“You okay, honey?”

Jordan bit his bottom lip as he stared at me. “Is it too soon for me to tell you I’ve fallen in love with you?” His expression showed fear, and that was the last thing I wanted him to feel.

I quickly slid off the condom and tied it before walking it to the bathroom trash can. When I returned, I saw that Jordan had rolled to his side with his back to me.

Climbing onto the bed behind him, I snuggled up to him and whispered in his ear, “No, it’s not too soon. I didn’t want the sweet memory of hearing you say you love me while I was holding a used condom. Remind me when we go shopping for some candles for the bathroom to get a trash can for in here.”

I gently tugged him to roll onto his back. “I love you too, and I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying it during sex. I had a discussion with one of our medics, AB, the woman who worked on you at the accident. She said her ex-boyfriend told her he loved her while she was giving him head, and later, he denied saying it. I want you to hear me say it and know I mean it. It’s not just because we’re fucking at the time.

“Thankfully, you said it after we fucked, though when I look into your eyes, I can see it, Jordan. I can see that you love me. I hope you see the same thing in mine as well.”

He studied my face and smiled. “Yeah, Thatcher. I see it.”

Good!

Chapter Eighteen

JD

Thatcher kissed me goodbye before he left for his shift on Sunday morning, tucking the covers around my naked body before he walked out of the bedroom. He looked sexy as hell in his blue uniform pants and CAL FIRE T-shirt. My man was smoking hot, which was funny to say about a firefighter.

There was another CAL FIRE T-shirt draped over the bottom of the bed, so I picked it up and slid it on before I grabbed my notebook and pen from my nightstand, closing my eyes to think about what this beautiful new love meant to me.

Burning Ember

(verse 1)

Two a.m. and the tones go off

Your boots hit the floor even before you can cough