How To Tame A Wild Fireman(135)

By: Jennifer Bernard


“The hottest part?” She wrapped her hand around his cock. He closed his eyes at the sheer delight of her touch.

“Yes, the fastest-moving, most dangerous, hottest part. It’s called the ‘head.’ ”

She burst out laughing and moved her hand along the length of his shaft. “You’re joking, right?”

Smiling through his blood-pounding arousal, Patrick wondered if it was always going to be this way with them—laughter mixed with ferocious want. And underneath it all, bone-deep happiness.

Suddenly overcome, he dropped his forehead to touch hers. “You’re the love of my life, you know that?” he whispered.

A tear ran down her cheek, then another. She didn’t try to hide them or wipe them away. She let them flow. During all the things she’d been through—being a misfit in Loveless, Liam’s accident, the barn fire, even getting sick in Mexico—he’d never seen her cry. Tenderly, he used his thumb to absorb her tears.

“Don’t be sad,” he murmured.

“I’m not. I’m just too happy not to cry.”

“That might be a problem.” He ran his hand possessively down her torso, to the heat below. “Because I intend to make you so happy, you might never stop crying.”

She gave a gurgle of laughter. His toes curled. “Show me.”

“It’s going to take a while.”

“We have a saying at the Haven. ‘The longest journey starts with a single stroke.’ ” She lifted her hips to guide him into her entrance, where the hottest part of the fire awaited.

“Goddesses know best.” And he sank into her, sank into the rest of his life . . . sank into home.

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