Rapid Entry: Firehouse 69, Book 3 Read Online Free

to kiss you.”
    “I hope it’s the kiss, because I think my mouth needs to be busy before I say something else stupid.”
    He tucked a finger under her chin and raised her face, forcing her gaze to meet his. “Baby, you’re hot. There’s not an inch of you I don’t want to touch or kiss. So don’t rush this if you don’t want me all over you.” Her jaw sagged, and he tipped it upward again, closing her mouth. “You don’t know you’re gorgeous?”
    “I’m fat.”
    He shook his head. “Do I look like I’m not attracted?” When she still looked doubtful, he reached for her hand and brought it to his cock. “Think I’m this way for every woman I meet?”
    She gave a little shrug, which angered him, and he pressed her hand around him, molding her fingers over his thickness. “Since the first second I saw you in your underwear, I’ve been ready. Hard. Fucking hoping for a chance.”
    She swallowed and gave him a look from under the thick fringe of her dark lashes. “Why did you waste so much time?”
    As though she’d tossed a lit match at kerosene, he ignited, pulling her against him.
    She hesitated for only a moment before pressing closer, mashing her breasts against his chest, rubbing her belly against his hardness. When he slanted his head, she was there, opening her mouth, accepting his kiss, inviting him inside.
    Gage groaned and wrapped his arms around her, one hand reaching for her well-rounded bottom, the fingers of his other hand sinking into her silky hair to hold her still while he ravaged her mouth.
    She was sweet and hot, and all that softness was his to push against, and he did, letting her know he wasn’t going to be gentle, that he was damn near desperate now to be inside her.
    She tugged at his shirt, freeing it from his pants, and then glided her warm hands up his back, nails raking his skin. A quiver shook him, and he drew back, bent and picked her up. Her yelp was satisfying as he carried her down the hallway leading to his bedroom. He gave her a narrowed glare. “I’m a fireman. Think I can’t handle you?”
    She gave him an equally hot glare. “Do you always talk so much?”
    He grunted and angled his way into his bedroom, taking three more steps before he dumped her onto his bed. Then he went to work, stripping quickly. Her eyes widened. “You’ve seen everything,” he said. “Don’t you think it’s my turn?”
    She shimmied out of her shirt, kicked her heels toward the floor, and wriggled out of her leggings. By the time he was nude, she wore only blush-colored scraps of underwear—a bra with cups that supported but didn’t cover a thing and bikini panties that hid too much.
    After cloaking himself in a condom, he crawled onto the mattress—so quickly she startled and scrambled backward, but he didn’t let her retreat far, grabbing an ankle and pulling her across the cotton coverlet toward him, her other leg still bent as she tried to push away. But he was already there, already running his mouth up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. When he kissed her pussy through her panties, she reached down to push back his face, but he nuzzled under her hand and licked the material, following the length of her slit and ending at the top of her folds. There, he latched on to her, sucking, wetting the material until it was no barrier at all, and she was shaking.
    When she pumped her hips against his mouth, he gripped the thinnest section of her panties and ripped them, laying the material open before bending again and touching her clit with his tongue. Fuck, she was wet. He wanted her wild. Wanted her clawing at him. Needed to know he could get her off like this. With just his tongue.
    He thumbed up the hood and rubbed the flat of his tongue over her sensitive nubbin, listening as she hissed, watching as she writhed and arched. So beautiful. Still wearing that useless bra. Pausing, he raised his head to stare at it. “Take it off.”
    Her eyelids were lowered but not closed. She