Fire Born (Firehouse 343) by Christina Moore

to do. The heat, the longing—the need —that she saw burning in the depths of his dark browns was enough reason for her to nod ever so slightly, for surely he could see the same intense want reflected back at him.
    Chris leaned over her again and kissed her deeply, their tongues twining together again and again, before he sat back once more and rose to his feet. Martie took the hand he held out to her and let him pull her to stand with him . They kissed again as he brushed her shirt from h er shoulders and drew her close . She encircled his neck with her arms and pressed her tightened, aching nipples to his chest. Chris skimmed his hand s down her back, unhooking her bra before moving them further down to her bottom, which he them grasped firmly a s he pushed himself into her belly. He was ready for her, he wanted her, and the knowledge had liquid heat pouring from her core, soaking her panties.
    The fire in her veins roared as Chris pulled her bra slowly, teasingly , down her arms to free her breasts. He lowered his head to capture one pink pebble in his mouth and she gasped. Her grip on his shoulders tightened, her nails digging into the muscles there as he feasted on her flesh, moving from right to left and back again. While his mouth devoured, his tongue licked and his teeth nipped, stoking the flames of her passion even higher. For the first time in her life she wondered if she might come just from having her breasts loved upon, for she could alrea dy feel a tightening within herself .
    His hands weren’t idle as his lips took their fill. Chris had taken the button clasp in his hands and was now opening the fly of her jeans, drawing the zipper down and spreading the denim far enough that he could slip his hand inside. Martie moaned as he rubbed her intimately through the lace-lined satin of her underwear , the strokes slow at first but becoming more insistent. Suddenly desperate to have him truly touching her, she pushed her jeans and panties down her hips herself, toeing her shoes off and kicking the pile of clothing behind her.
    Chris grinned. “Eager, aren’t you?” he teased.
    Martie gave him a slow, sultry smile. “Like what you see, Lieutenant?”
    “No, I don’t,” he growled, ridding himself of the rest of his own clothing in a flash of movement. “I fucking love it.”
    He reached for her again and Martie went into his arms willingly. The feel of his length pressing into her, her bare breasts brushing against his ha rd chest, had her sex pulsing between her legs. She ground her hips against him as he kissed her from her lips and along her jaw to her ear. He nibbled on her earlobe as his hand once again moved to her center, and she moaned again when he brushed the sensitive hood over her folds. Chris palmed one breast, pinching and tweaking the nipple as he stroked her labia, and when he dipped first one, then two fingers inside her opening, Martie cried out in pleasure.
    “Yes!” she exclaimed, tilting her head back and her hips into his hand as his fingers slid in and out of her, faster and faster. Soon Martie could feel the first flutters of an orgasm, and she rocked her hips harder against him, moaning, her breath coming in shallow rasps.
    Just as she thought she would explode, Chris withdrew his hand, and in a move that didn’t even give her time to protest, grabbed her ass a second time and lifted her, impaling her on his s haft as he thrust his tongue past her lips . That was all it took to send h er over the edge, and she cried out her pleasure into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around hi s shoulders and her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. Martie jerked against him hard, again and again, riding him as she rode wave after wave of incredible sensation.
    Chris turned around and carefully carried her over to the bed, where he laid her down in the center. Gripping her shoulders in his hands, his mouth fused to hers once more as he thrust into her hard and fast, seeking his