AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Ok, put like that, I see his point. “Do you hear me complaining? I asked for stars and you gave me the moon too.”
Pinned against the wall, he sinks his fingers into the flesh of my ass, massaging the globes, and I can feel his length start to grow inside me. I close my eyes and let my head drop against his shoulder, trusting him completely. “Ready for round, two, Fire Chief?”
He growls something into my neck and gently slides his hardening cock out with a delicious wet pop.
I give a little moan—how could I not? But what I don’t expect is for me to pull him back to me or the tender kiss Miles places on my lips. Almost in reverence.
He shifts his weight, letting me slide down until my feet touch the floor. He leans in and kisses me deeper this time, leaving me panting in his wake when he pulls away. Reaching between my legs, he pulls my panties back into place and then rights himself. To an onlooker, you’d never know what just happened between us.
Thorough and such a gentleman. But something tells me he’s freaking out on the inside.
“It’s a good thing I never got around to opening all the blinds, huh.”
He goes deathly pale and turns toward the bakery’s front windows. “Fuck me.”
“I just did.” I smile, trying to break the tension I feel building between us over the virgin bit.
My heart is beating so hard I’m pretty sure he can see my pulse jumping in my neck. Topic change. Less about the fire chief and me doing it against the wall of my burned bakery. More about what I’m going to do about the latter and my apartment. Like where am I going to sleep tonight?
“Come to my place.” He turns those dark eyes on me as if reading my mind. My knees do some knocking despite me forcing them together. “I have a couch—I end up sleeping on it more often than not—and a bed you can have.”
I didn’t say anything to prompt his offer, so I’m doubly touched.
I purse my lips. Really? The couch? “After what we just did, you want the couch?” I slide my palms under his shirt and glide them over bumps and ridges.
He might not be saying a lot, but the way he strokes the back of a finger down my cheek speaks volumes. Scratch that. Tomes. “Safer that way.” He intakes a lungful of air and I swear I think he’s debating a second round. The way his eyes roll shut and his head falls back, is telling me something so I’ll go with that.
Yeah, buddy, your actions are contradicting your words.
But I wisely keep my lips sealed.
“You can stay with me until the insurance gets their end situated and you back in business. Or how does the Manor House Hotel sound?”
Beautiful place, but for days? Possibly a week or two?
I look pointedly at our soot-covered clothes. “I call first dibs on the shower.”
Chapter Four
Miles
What the hell was I thinking? Frustration at myself tangles with self-doubt. I brought the fucking sun into my home and it’s my own damn fault when I get burned to a damn crisp.
She probably thinks I took advantage of her yesterday. I know I do.
I throw off the blankets and stretch my body, rolling my shoulders. The second we walked through my door last night, temptation rode me hard to take her to bed and show her what a first time should have been like.
Only a sliver of common sense and the nightmares that plague me kept me on the couch.
I hear the water in the kitchen turn on and in a few seconds, the smell of coffee has me on my feet. Damn woman. Next, she’ll be baking something. No sooner do I think it does apple and cinnamon mix with fresh coffee.
Jesus. H. Christ.
I turn the corner to find curvy ass cheeks peeking out of the bottoms of night shorts as Bela reaches for something on the top shelf. Red makes the creamy color of her skin look appetizing in the morning sunlight.
“Are you going to stand there and growl all morning, or help me reach the sugar?”
I cross the kitchen and come up behind her. Tousled hair and red-rimmed eyes greet me when she turns around, and I instantly want a repeat of yesterday. Pull her into my arms and tell her she has nothing to cry about and do anything she needs to make sure she doesn’t.
