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chemistry between us flowing like lava, until her eyes darted down, staring at my lips again, before looking back up.

Slowly, I shook my head, whispering, “Fiona, I think you know why.”

I moved an inch towards her, testing the waters. A rope of desire flowed between us, pulling us closer and closer.

Before I could completely close the distance between us myself, she leaned over and pressed her lips fully onto mine.

Chapter 20

Fiona

I felt like I’d put my lips on hot coals.

His mouth was on fire, his breath searing my lips as he growled, before he grabbed my face in both hands, pulling me in and kissing me back hard. His tongue parted my lips, delving in and tangling with mine in a hot frenzy of desire. I whimpered at his aggressiveness, opening my mouth to invite him in deeper.

His fingers pressed into my cheeks as he explored my mouth with his tongue, until he pulled away, searching my eyes.

I don’t know what got into me. He’d been talking about the thrill of first times and I just couldn’t help myself.

“I just wanted to know what it would feel like…the first time,” I whispered, my lips swelling, as I fumbled to explain.

He nodded, his eyes peering into mine.

“And?” he asked, raising a brow.

I smiled slowly, nodding. “It was pretty thrilling.”

“As thrilling as fighting fires?”

“I guess we’ll have to do it a second time to figure that out.”

He growled, his eyes dilating with desire as he grabbed my face and kissed me again.

This time, his kiss lingered on my lips before finally opening them and twirling his tongue around mine. His hands trailed over my shoulders, snaking around my back, as he pulled me closer. My breasts pressed into his naked chest, his racing heartbeat matching my own.

The chemistry between us ignited, sending shocks of desire rippling through my body. His hands seemed to be everywhere all at once, and then I realized my own hands were sliding over every inch of bare skin he’d exposed. He leaned towards me, gently pushing me back onto the lounger until he was lying on top of me, his hardness pressed firmly into my thigh.

He tore his lips from mine, his voice gruff as he growled my name, “Fiona.”

It wasn’t a question.

It was a warning.

A warning I took about one hot second to heed, before wantonly pushing my hips up towards his throbbing heat, sending a clear message that I was willing to take the risk.

He shifted, pressing his cock into my center now, leaving me quivering at the pressure. With only two thin strips of cotton separating us, I could easily feel the length of him sliding against me. I shuddered as he continued to kiss me, deeper and harder, as he began pressing into me.

Wrapping my legs around his hips, I pulled him in, wanting to feel every inch. He tore his lips from mine, grabbing the hem of my tank and pulling it over my shirt, leaving my breasts bare, the hot night air caressing my nipples before his mouth fell on one, nipping at it, before moving to the other one.

My fingers dug into his hair, pulling his mouth in as I arched my back. The sweet assault of his mouth on my bare skin left me begging for more.

I pushed at his briefs, my fingers sliding over his ass as it rocked back and forth under my palms, his cock snapping against my clit as the fabric fell away. He pushed at my shorts, sliding them off, the tips of his fingers scraping against the skin of my inner thighs.

Hovering over me, naked and throbbing, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close to feel his bare skin sliding against mine. He bent his head, his lips falling on my shoulder, trailing tiny kisses up the side of my neck, lingering at the curve of my ear.

I gasped at his feathery touch.

His hands roamed over my skin, caressing my sides and sliding up to my breasts, his rough skin a sharp contrast to his gentle touch. I moaned and writhed below him, my body singing in desire.

Chapter 21

Jesse

Tight as a drum, my entire body throbbed against her softness. I tore my lips from hers, my eyes searching hers for the explicit consent I needed to see.

Instead, I saw flames.

Not just the flames of desire that I desperately wanted to stoke in her with my touch, but the reflection of the flames advancing on the cabin.

I pulled away, quickly remembering our