The Problem with Fire - M.E. Clayton Page 0,22

however long this lasted. I didn’t need forever. I’d already had that promise broken. What I wanted with Sayer was a right now. I chance at not being lonely. A chance to get out there and feel something different from the same avoidance I’ve been feeling for the past three years.

The man staring down at me, like he wanted to devour me, was going to change all that.

“Baby, I don’t care about dinner, or a movie, or a walk in the park.” His hand snaked its way in my hair, and it fisted in the sexiest thing I have ever felt. I’d never been with an aggressive man before. “I want to strip you naked and spend all night fucking you hard and deep.” Oh, God. “I want to bottom out so deep in that pussy of yours that you’ll never get me out.”

I groaned.

“I want to take you every way imaginable,” he continued. “I want you beneath me, raking your nails down my back. I want you on top of me, riding my cock as I watch your tits bounce.” My panties were soaked, and blood started rushing through my ears. “I want you bent over in front of me, forcing you to take every inch of my cock.”

“Oh, God…” I moaned, picturing every word in my sex-deprived mind.

“I want you in the bed, in the shower, up against the wall, on the kitchen counter, outside in the fucking yard for everyone to see that your mine,” he said, growling that last part. “I want you like I have never wanted anything else before in my life, Monroe.”

I believed him, even if he was lying to me.

Even if he was just saying all the practiced right things. Even if this was all just to get me in bed. I believed him. I wanted to believe him.

I also realized something else.

As much as I wanted Sayer’s hands and lips all over my body, as much as I wanted to lose my mind with everything he just promised, I realized that, along with missing the pleasure a man could give me, I missed giving the same pleasure in return. I missed kissing someone at the same time I missed someone kissing me. I missed touching someone at the same time I missed them touching me. I wanted to share pleasure with Sayer, not just take it.

And I just couldn’t take it anymore.

Uncurling my fists from his shirt, I ran them up his chest until they were anchored around his neck, and I went in for the kill. My lips touched his, and it felt electrifying for so many reasons. The main one being that Sayer Hayes could kiss.

Our mouths opened for each other immediately, and he tasted like I wanted to kiss him forever. Both his hands captured my head, and he held me firm as his lips tasted mine and his tongue played with mine. It was only a damn kiss, but my chest caved with the forgotten pleasure Sayer was bringing back to life. I’d forgotten how sensual and consuming a simple kiss could be. I’d forgotten that, if done right, a kiss could change your life forever.

Sayer let out a deep groan, and I knew exactly how he felt. Not caring how desperate it made me look-or how crazy-I broke off the kiss, reached for the hem of his shirt, and, God bless him, he helped me pull it up over his head and off his body.

I lost my breath looking at the perfection standing before me. “Jesus,” I breathed out.

“Monroe,” he growled, and I knew what I wanted to do next.

I wanted to drive him out of his mind.

My hands went for the button on his jeans as I dropped to my knees in front of him. I wanted to prove I had something to bring to the table, too. I didn’t want to be a middle-aged divorcee who’s been without sex for too long. I wanted to be an independent, confident woman who wasn’t afraid to step out of her comfort zone.

“Monroe, baby-” Sayer hissed just as I wrapped my hand around his thick, hard, hot length. I moaned at how hot and hard he was. Even if I hadn’t been out of commission for so long, his size was enough that I knew sex with Sayer was going to be uncomfortable before it became pleasurable.

Desperate and wanting, I ignored whatever he had been trying to say and took him into my mouth. And I was