Flaming Desire - Part 3 (An Alpha Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free

before the chopper hit the mountainside, I woke up with a gasp. I sat upright, sweating, trembling, and gasping for breath. I glanced around. When I realized where I was, I feel a great sense of relief. I was glad I hadn’t screamed and woken up the other firefighters.
    But I had woken one. In a matter of seconds, I felt Matt’s warm hand on my own. Sitting up, he wrapped me in his embrace and turned my face to his.
    “Shhh,” he whispered in my ear. “It was just a bad dream. You’re okay.”
    It was pitch black inside the tent, the sound of snoring all around us. His lips touched mine. I clung to him as if desperate for his touch, which I was. I returned his kiss with as much passion as I could. The passion of survival. The passion of life. The passion and overwhelming desire for him to touch me, to hold me close.
    I clung to him. We were both dirty and disheveled, and we smelled of dirt, smoke and sweat, but it didn’t matter. In a matter of moments, he climbed out of his sleeping bag and joined me in mine. Feeling his body so close to mine made me feel instantly alive, alert, and filled with a burning desire to take him deep inside of me. We kissed, our tongues tangling as I entwined my legs around his. I wanted the feeling of close skin-to-skin contact, but we were surrounded by sleeping men.
    This wasn’t right. I shouldn’t be doing this. I blew out a breath. At the same time, I couldn’t deny my desire. My pussy throbbed with an ache for his strokes that wouldn’t be assuaged. My breast tingled, hardened, and demanded his gentle touch. We both tried to be quiet, knew that we had to be. In a matter of seconds, one of his hands had made its way underneath my shirt. My fingers unbuttoned the buttons of his camo pants and I slipped my hand inside, grabbing his hard erection. So soft and velvety on the outside, the skin sliding softly beneath my fingers, while underneath was nothing but hard, pulsing muscle. In seconds, thick veins trailed down the surface of his shaft.
    In the next moment, his hand left my breast and his fingers were unbuttoning my pants. Then his warm fingers separated my lips, stroked for a few seconds, and then, feeling wetness, his middle finger delved deep inside my slit. This thumb circled my clitoris. Our lips never parted. My hand stroked his hard cock up and down in a smooth, firm motion, my thumb occasionally caressing its wet tip. At the same time, his palm cupped my pussy, rubbing gently against my clitoris while his finger mimicked the movements of what his penis would be doing if we’d been able to assume a better position.
    Our hips thrust against each other as we rocked to the throes of our passion. I ran a finger up the length of one of the thick veins threading its way along his shaft. His cock reacted like a magnet. His finger plunged as deep as he could make it, and my hips rocked forward, trying to encourage him deeper. Occasionally, his thumb circled my clitoris, and then pressed, then circled again. I felt like I was dry humping his hand, except I wasn’t dry at all. I was wet with passion.
    I tried to shift my legs so that his finger could reach deeper inside me. My hand left his shaft for just a moment and I reached down further, cupping his balls. They felt firm underneath my fingers as I manipulated them like a couple of giant marbles. Once again, my hand grabbed his cock, and as the throes of passion encompassed every part of my being, I tried not to grip him too hard. As my hand stroked faster and my hips rocked harder, I also felt the urge and thrust of his own.
    It took every fiber of my being not to make any noise. His lips never left mine while his tongue probed deeply in my mouth and my tongue tangled with his. It was as close as we were going to get, and I took definite advantage. The feelings he invoked in me were just as powerful, just as intense as if he had been sucking on my pussy. Just thinking about it made me wet and slippery. His finger moved in and