Becca Jameson - Fire in the Smokies

“I need to taste you.”

What did he mean by that? She assumed he meant her chest, but in the next breath he scooted down to her knees and went to work on her pants. In record time, he undid the snap and zipper. Moments later he tugged off her boots and then pulled the fireproof pants off her body.

“God, you have a lot of layers.” He grinned and glanced at her face. “How did I ever scent you as my mate under all this?”

“If I recall correctly,” she mumbled, “you mistook me for a man.”

“True.” He dropped the pants next to them. “Why do I find this long underwear set of yours so sexy? It’s formfitting. I can see every curve.”

“Base layer.”

“Huh?” Jaxon straddled her once again.

“It’s called a base layer. Fire resistant…”

“Uh huh.” Jaxon splayed his palms on her stomach and pushed the gray material of her shirt up until the heat of his fingers rested on her bare skin.

Brianna took a deep breath.

Jaxon’s gaze didn’t leave his hands as he gradually pushed her shirt up her chest.

In an abrupt switch from slow motion to speed racer, he tugged the shirt over her head, leaving it tangled around her forearms. In a gravelly voice, he spoke. “Leave your hands here. If you touch me, I’ll come before I’ve had a chance to enjoy you.”

Didn’t seem fair to Brianna. “What about me?”

Jaxon smiled and lifted his gaze to her eyes while his fingers began to circle her nipples. “ You are going to come over and over. I don’t have that same luxury. Two or three times will be my max.”

Two or three times? What guy could do that?

Brianna shook her head. It was cloudy up there. “I think you’re sadly mistaken if you think I can come over and over. You’ll be super lucky if I come once, and then only because I’ve never been this aroused in my life.”

The smile on his face spread. “We’ll see.” He pinched her nipples and then plucked at them.

Brianna bucked beneath him, her torso trapped by his body straddling her. Her eyes rolled back and she lost him from her line of vision.

Jaxon shoved back a bit and leaned down. His body covered hers. She would have felt smothered normally, but instead, for some strange reason, she loved the way he got into her space.

No man had ever commanded her quite like this. Shit. All he’d done was ask her to keep her hands above her head and threatened to consume her. Was that really dominant? Subtle, but still…

Jaxon dipped his head, licked one nipple and then blew across the wet skin. Goose bumps rose all over her torso.

“So sexy.” He moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Back and forth he traveled, setting up a pattern of plucking with his fingers on one nipple while licking and blowing on the other.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take another minute of the torture, he sucked one straining tip into his mouth.

Perhaps he’d been right. She almost came. The torture was exquisite.

“God, Jax.” She rolled her head to the side and stared at the flickering light of her headlamp. The battery would surely go dead, but she didn’t care right now. “Please… I need you inside me.” Begging was not something she’d ever done before. When in her past had a man done enough to prepare her before taking for himself? Never.

“Not yet, baby.” He licked both nipples in succession and left them to cool in the open air while he wiggled his way down her body.

Almost before she could contemplate what he’d done, her base layer pants disappeared, along with her panties and socks. Except for the material twisted around her wrists, she lay naked beneath him.

Brianna dragged her gaze back to Jaxon’s face. She was fit, more fit than any woman she knew. Some guys found that attractive, most did not.

Jaxon obviously did. He worshipped her with his gaze and the tips of his fingers.

“Take your shirt off. I’m at a disadvantage here.” Her voice did not sound like her own. The pitch was low. The words broke up, syllables skipping over each other as though falling out of her mouth haphazardly.

Jaxon whipped his shirt off and tossed it to the side with the growing pile of clothes.

He lifted his head to her face then. “Shit. You must be uncomfortable.” He grabbed for the soft material pile of her pants and his shirt and stuffed them under her head.

It hadn’t occurred to her even for a second that she should be uncomfortable.

The cave was warm. Warmer than it should have been, but there was a blazing fire outside, heating the chamber perfectly.

Who cared about a little dirt under her?

As Jaxon adjusted the pile of clothes under her head, she got a close-up of his chest. His pecs were firm and dark. Tan like that of a man who worked outside—bare-chested.

She longed to run her palms over his torso, but the tangle of her shirt prevented any such thing right now. Later…

Jaxon scooted back down her body. He trailed his fingers on a path from her neck to her thighs where he straddled her legs. She watched, growing wetter and hornier by the second. She no longer doubted she could come without much coaxing. She was so close.

Jaxon lifted off her, spread her knees and then knelt in the V of her legs.

She’d never been so exposed. He pressed her thighs farther apart. He didn’t touch her, just gazed at the juncture of her legs. The inspection made her squirm.

“You shave.”

She didn’t respond. First of all, he’d spoken the obvious. Second of all, she couldn’t find her voice.

“I love it.”

Brianna exhaled. Why did that please her? Who cared what he loved? This was a one-night—correction—one-day stand. As soon as the fire moved from the mouth of the cave, they would leave. She’d go back to helping fight this wildfire. He’d go back to his cabin in the woods. Right?

A tremble shook her body under his perusal.

He stroked the sensitive skin at the top of her thighs, his fingers barely grazing where she wanted him to grasp her firmly and ram into her.

“So wet. You are so wet for me.”

Brianna bit her lip. Did her clit pulse when he spoke?

With no warning, Jaxon plunged one finger into her core.

That was it. She came. She screamed, her voice echoing in the chamber.

“That’s it, baby. So hot. So sexy. Your pussy is milking my finger so hard. God, you’re tight.”

His words did not help. She kept convulsing around his finger in the longest orgasm she’d ever had.

When she finally opened her eyes again, she tried to focus on the man hovering over her.

“Please. I need you.”

He ignored her. Instead, he scooted down her body farther and settled on his chest between her legs. The finger disappeared from her pussy to join all his other fingers holding her spread open before him.

He replaced the digit with his tongue, his grip tightening on her thighs as she bucked into his mouth.

“Oh. My. God.” Brianna whipped her arms over her head, but they were still useless, all tied up in her shirt. Somehow she’d managed to make it worse with all her squirming. She could only set the bundle over her chest.

No brain cells were available to figure out the puzzle of her tangled arms because Jaxon chose that moment to lick over her clit, a long swipe of his tongue that took its time reaching the tip. The final flick made her buck again.

“Jaxon.” Her breathy voice vibrated through her body.

“Come for me again. Please, baby. I want to feel your clit throb against my mouth. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

Jaxon latched onto her nub and sucked. As if that weren’t enough, he even nibbled around her clit with his teeth, the slight pain completely overshadowed by the intense pleasure.