Page 28 of Smokin’ Situation (Masked Men of Sage Springs #3)

Rough pants filled the steamy shower as we clung to each other.

I wanted to capture this moment and hold it tight.

Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as his lips ghosted my shoulder, our frantic coupling turning somewhat tender.

He released my fingers, smoothing his palm slowly down my arm, cupping my breast in his rough hand as he rained kisses along my neck and toward my mouth.

Languid kisses made my head spin, and I knew right then I could get lost in this man. It was easier to keep love at arm’s length before to save what little love was left inside me, but now…

Now, I could see the possibility of life and love…with him.

“Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.” Tripp’s voice sounded tired, and while I was anxious about the fire, knowing it was still close, I wanted nothing more than to wrap myself up in him and sleep for like a week straight.

“Someone just made me dirty,” I teased, reaching for the body wash when he lowered me back to my feet.

Lingering touches while we washed ourselves—and each other—had me feeling relaxed and drowsy.

I’d never felt so comfortable with someone, especially a man I’d just met.

There was still something that felt familiar about him, but maybe that was just how you felt when you found the person you clicked with after waiting for so long.

After he turned off the shower, I leaned against the wall, watching him dry himself while I halfheartedly did the same. He noticed where my gaze was focused, shaking his head with a smile before he tucked his towel around his waist.

“Hand it over,” he demanded, holding his hand out and tugging the towel from my grip.

He moved close, lowering to a knee at my feet. Pulling one onto his thigh, he returned the towel to my skin, slowly wiping away the moisture, watching me the entire time.

“I think you like being on your knees for me,” I teased, running my fingers through his damp hair. “Such a good boy.”

He tilted his head to the side, arching an eyebrow. “You might be teasing me right now, Rhey, but I do like it.”

His grin widened at my reaction, and he leaned forward, kissing my stomach as I stroked his hair.

The rough stubble that had filled out in the last few days tickled as his lips lingered.

My towel was forgotten when his rough palms cupped my calves and slowly traced upward, kneading my ass as his mouth moved lower.

“I want to worship you,” he whispered, kissing the soft patch of hair.

“Kiss you…” His hands wrapped around the backs of my thighs, fingertips brushing softly where he’d only just left.

“Pleasure you…” My head dropped back to the tiles as he teased between my thighs with the tip of his tongue, groaning at the taste of us together.

“Make you desperate…” He licked harder, sucking my clit into his mouth as my fingers tightened in his hair.

“Fuck you until you scream…” His dark chuckle when my knees almost gave out, my stomach muscles clenching as he thrust a finger inside me from behind.

“Watch you fall apart and come…”

“Oh fuck,” I panted as he found a place inside me that had me barreling back toward a finish line he’d already pushed me over once tonight. Pressing into it with his fingertips while his lips left hot open-mouthed kisses on my clit, he pleasured me until stars danced behind my eyelids.

“That’s it, baby,” he groaned into my pussy, only leaning back to watch me fall apart. “Feel it. Ride that wave, knowing I’m desperate for it every time I touch you.”

After a few breathless moments, he chuckled, rising to his feet with my towel in his hands. Finishing the job he’d abandoned to show me exactly how much he enjoyed being on his knees for me, he carefully dried my skin.

“Now it’s time for the bed,” he whispered, opening the glass door of the large walk-in shower before he scooped me up and carried me back into the bedroom.

His cock was hard as he slipped underneath the covers behind me, gripping my throat with one large palm.

“You’re not too sore, are you?” he asked, rocking his hips forward.

“No,” I moaned into the soft cotton of the pillowcase, arching as he pulled my leg backward over his, slipping inside me.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he panted in my ear, his hips driving into me. The fingers on my throat tightened when his movements became more frantic while he chased his release. “I never want to… You’re all I can think about.”

Gasping through another climax, I wondered if he possessed some kind of sexy firefighter sorcery, because no one had ever made me feel this way.

“Come,” I gasped, my body vibrating as he just kept thrusting at a punishing pace. “I need to feel you come in me. Please.”

“All you had to do was ask nicely,” he taunted, groaning into my shoulder and squeezing my neck until he came, his hips pressed tightly against mine.

Panting against the pillowcase, my eyelids drifted shut briefly but flew back open at the almost jarring sound of an aircraft engine passing the building. “What is that?”

Tripp’s lips traced the nape of my neck, his voice low and rumbling against my skin. “Overhead air support. They’re dropping fire retardant west of the break line. Fire department must have cleared out of the area. They usually wait until the ground crew is clear to run a drop.”

“Does that mean it’s here?” My heartbeat picked up at the thought of us having to leave.

“No, it’s a good sign, sweetheart. It means they’re ahead of the spread,” he whispered, wrapping himself around my back and tucking my head beneath his chin. “I told you I would keep you safe. And I’m a man of my word, Rhey.”

With his warm body at my back, sleep wasn’t as elusive as it once had been.