Flash Burned (Burned 2)

I returned the kiss with equaled fervor, silently demanding more.

His tongue swept over mine, twisting and tangling, delving deep. His other hand cupped my breast and squeezed almost roughly. For once, I didn’t worry over it dawning on him that the mounds were bigger, swollen in his palm. It felt too good to have him aggressively massaging and then teasing my nipple with his thumb through my tank top and lace bra.

He broke our kiss just long enough to gruffly say, “I need to make you come.”

Excitement shot through me. I had no idea what brought this on, and I certainly wouldn’t complain.

He gave me another sizzling kiss that nearly had me incinerating at his feet. But he continued to hold me with my arms pinned above my head and part of his hard body pressed to my side.

His hand slid down my belly to the button on my denim shorts. He pulled it apart and pushed the zipper down. Then his hand was inside my panties and his fingers glided over my already slick folds. His kiss and assertiveness made me instantly, ridiculously wet.

A tremor ran through my legs as he caressed my pussy lips, then targeted my clit, rubbing aggressively. With the exact amount of pressure and just the right tempo to send pleasure coursing through every inch of me. I was restless and hot, so fast. Needing the release as much as he apparently needed to give it to me.

He ripped his mouth from mine and kissed my jaw, my throat, nipping in a thrilling way, teasing my senses further. His head dipped and he tongued my nipple through my clothes as two fingers slipped inside me and he stroked wickedly.

“Oh, God,” I moaned. “Dane.”

“Come for me,” he murmured. “Come all over my fingers.”

“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” My wild pants of air filled the quiet room. My heart pounded in my chest. Heat and exhilaration rushed through my veins. “Oh, Christ.” The erotic sensations blossomed as the heel of his hand massaged my clit and his fingers pumped deeper, with determination.

I writhed against him, loving the muscles that pressed against me, the smell of him, the feel of him. My eyelids fluttered closed.

I shattered, crying out his name.

The climax was vibrant, radiating brilliantly as I clung to it. Savoring the pleasure he brought me, as always.

Dane dropped sweet kisses over the tops of my breasts, along my collarbone, up the side of my neck. His tongue pressed to that ultra-sensitive spot just below my ear, keeping the shock waves running rampant.

He nipped gently at my earlobe.

Then he whispered, “When were you going to tell me about the baby?”

chapter 18

I stared up at him.

Dane’s eyes locked with mine. His jaw was set and his devilishly handsome face was a mask of hard angles. I couldn’t read him—tell if he was okay with me being pregnant … or monumentally pissed off.

“I, uh…” Huh. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“How far along?”

“Nineteen weeks.”

He released my arms and stepped away. As he shoved a hand through his hair, he said, “You look sort of … balanced.” His brow furrowed as though he wasn’t sure that was the correct word.

It was.

With a nod, I told him, “I seem to slowly be filling out everywhere. The boobs are keeping up with the bump. And the hips … Well. Let’s just say I’m going to be a bit voluptuous when this is all said and done.”

He spun around and started to pace. Unfortunately, I couldn’t discern his source of consternation. He’d mentioned children once before.

Of course that had been long before the devastation that was now 10,000 Lux and the perils that ensued.

I said, “How’d Amano figure it out? I didn’t tell him.”

“He’s pretty observant.”