Burned Deep (Burned 1)

His fingers moved quickly within me. My pulse kicked up. I pulled in ragged slices of air. My lids grew heavy.

“Keep your eyes open,” he demanded.

The tension escalated. A tremor ran through me and then spread in all directions. My entire being stretched much too thin as Dane’s gaze remained unwavering while he played me just right and I used his own pre-cum to pump him faster, more firmly.

“Jesus,” he ground out. “Fuck.”

I couldn’t hold on a heartbeat longer. Everything inside of me erupted in a firestorm that singed me to the core. “Oh, God!”

“Ah, yeah, Ari. Baby. Just like that!” His hot seed coated my skin, his orgasm fanning the flames.

“Dane!” I screamed as excitement rocked me and I soared higher. My body shook violently, the trembling not just a physical response. He’d touched me so deep inside, so much deeper than the part of my body I’d considered to be the most intimate. He’d gone far beyond that.

And that left me stunned, blissed out … and terrified.

* * *

It took a short eternity for me to come down from my high. For me to break free of my lust-induced haze.

Dane carried me to the shower and I remained in my euphoric state as his soapy hands skimmed over my body. I returned the favor, exploring every inch of him, completely mesmerized, mystified. He was too incredible for words.

My hands trailed over his lean hips as I circled him in the oversized tub, the only thing about my modest townhome that could be considered large. My fingertips grazed the base of his spine and then my hand slid over his ass. He shot a heated look at me over his broad shoulder. I felt a blush coming on, but ignored it.

I stepped around Dane and faced him. I took in his powerful, virile body and it made my heart skitter.

When my gaze finally lifted to his devastatingly handsome visage, I still saw every inch of him in my mind’s eye.

“You’re beautiful,” I told him.

“Ari.”

“Really,” I said, breathless. “So beautiful.”

My palms splayed over his pecs as I went up on tiptoe to kiss him. His arms wound around me and he crushed me against him, holding me tight as he took over the kiss and turned it searing and sensational.

The spray of hot water against my back couldn’t compete with the scorching feeling of his hard body against mine.

My fingers tangled in his wet hair. I held on for dear life as he kept me energized with his perfect kiss.

I was clearly beyond my passion threshold, by a lot. But Dane was in my house, I was in his arms, and since I really didn’t know what tomorrow would bring—whether he’d still want me or not—I took advantage of the opportunity presented.

More than that, I just plain needed him. Desperately.

I broke our kiss and merely whispered, “Dane.” I nuzzled his neck, kissing the crook at his shoulder.

His hands swept over me. “Again?”

“Yes.”

He carefully turned me around. His hands cupped my breasts and his fingers toyed with my nipples as his mouth skated over my throat, tenderly biting.

“I don’t want to make you too sore.”

“I’m fine.” Then I gave a slight shake of my head. “No. Not fine. I’m burning up.”

One of his hands slipped between my legs, his fingers sinking deep. The other arm spread over my chest, palming my breast, still teasing my nipple. He held me firmly. Stroked confidently.

I leaned forward, flattening a hand to the wall to stabilize myself. My legs quaked, my stomach quivered. I was trapped once more in his vortex, that disconnection of my past, who I used to be, as everything about him poignantly pressed in on me so that all that registered were the moments with Dane.