Fire and Ice (Firemen do it Hotter Book 1) Page 8

Her heart thrummed and she grasped his hands and moved them to her breasts. His heated palms and the way he brushed his thumbs over her nipples caused her to gasp as the most amazing sensations made her feel more alive than she could remember feeling since she’d competed on ice.

  Alive and free.

  A gasp escaped her and she caught her breath. She’d never been so sensitive to touch before. She thrust her breasts forward and tilted her head back as she rocked in his lap.

  Dear God. He made her crazy with his touch, his mouth, his scent.

  She grasped the plunging neckline of her blouse and pulled it wide before she tugged her lacy pink bra down and beneath her breasts so that they jutted out, large and free.

  He caught one of her nipples in his mouth and lightly sucked. The exquisite warmth and flicks of his tongue caused her to moan and squirm on his lap. She needed him so badly she didn’t think she could wait any longer. She was tempted to take him now. All she would need to do was free his cock and pull aside her panties, and slide him inside her.

  “You’re so responsive to me.” His murmured words had an edge to them. “It’s like you were made for me.”

  “Yes…” She hissed the word as she moved her hips forward and back, rubbing herself against him, trying to assuage the need within.

  He touched and sucked each of her nipples as she made small cries and whimpers that she couldn’t hold back.

  Grady didn’t know what this woman was doing to him. She had taken control of him from the moment he saw her. Something about her smile, her laugh, her presence, her heart, her soul… He couldn’t get enough of her and he needed more.

  “I need more of you.” She echoed his thoughts as she wriggled out of his hold and slid down his legs until she was on her knees between his thighs.

  He hissed in a breath as she wrangled the buckle on his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She worked it easily and had the belt off and jeans unbuttoned in moments. She pulled down his boxer briefs just enough to free his cock.

  Christ.

  She slid him inside her mouth and sighed with pleasure.

  “Chelsey.” He buried his fingers in her thick hair and groaned as she licked and sucked his cock.

  He grew lightheaded as she teased and tantalized him with her tongue and gentle suction that caused him to groan even more. He moved his hips as he gripped her hair in his fists. Her hot, wet mouth brought him so close to climax that he could barely hold back.

  She met his gaze as she sucked his cock and his gut tightened. “You are so fucking hot, Chels. I don’t know if I can handle you much longer.”

  She smiled around his cock and sucked long and deep as she held his gaze with her brilliant green eyes.

  “Oh, shit.” He gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and saw stars. He shouted as he came hard.

  His entire body trembled, his come spurting into her mouth. She sucked and sucked until he was spent.

  She climbed back up his body until she was straddling him again. He had felt completely spent, but as she rocked her heated center against his bare cock, he grew hard almost at once.

  A smile of pleasure touched her lips. “I want to be naked with you.” Her voice was husky and low.

  Holy shit. He couldn’t wait to get her clothes off.

  He managed a nod. His body was coming back online after what felt like a total meltdown.

  She slid off him and he got to his feet and drew her into his arms. He kissed her, unable to get enough of her.

  He caught the hem of her blouse and tugged it up and over her breasts that were still jutting out, and tossed the shirt onto a nearby chair. He reached around her, unfastened her pink bra, and let it drop onto her blouse.

  “You’re so beautiful.” He cupped and caressed her naked breasts. “Everything about you is amazing.”

  “You’re pretty damned amazing yourself.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her mouth to his. Their kiss was long and sensual.

  He found the button to her jean skirt and unfastened it before drawing the zipper down and then pushing the skirt over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. It left her in a pair of lacy panties with two pink bows on them. Those little pink panties were the sexiest damned thing he’d ever seen.

  As erotic as they were, he still wanted them off, still wanted to see the treasure beneath.

  Chelsey held her breath as Grady pushed her panties over her hips. Her heart pounded as she braced her palms on his shoulders while he slowly moved the silky pink material down her legs as he eased to his knees.

  She shivered as his callused palms and fingertips skimmed her soft flesh when he caressed her bare ass and thighs. He slid his fingers into the soft curls of her mound and she grew even wetter between her thighs.

  “I want your clothes off.” She tried to slow her breathing as she grasped his T-shirt and tugged it up. She watched the play of his chest muscles and biceps as he helped her bring the shirt up and over his head. Pleasure rippled through her at the sight of all those sculpted muscles, and she murmured, “I love your body.”

  She trailed her fingers over his chest. She lightly scraped her nails from his pecs to his taut abs, and then to the opening of his jeans. He sucked in his breath as she neared his cock, which had grown to its impressive size once again.

  He kicked off his athletic shoes and started to reach for her again. She pushed his hands aside as she reached for the waistband of his jeans then shoved the denim and his boxer briefs down so that they slid to his ankles. He hurried to take off his socks at the same time he stepped out of his jeans.

  “Where’s your room?” His voice was low and crowded with passion as his gaze locked onto hers.

  She grasped his hand and heard the shakiness in her voice from nerves. She wasn’t sure why she was nervous. Maybe it was because she wanted everything to be perfect their first time. She had no doubt in her mind that this would not be their last.

  “This way.” She guided him down the hallway to her room. Cool air brushed her bare skin, but her whole body might as well have been hot as coals.

  When she reached her room, she flipped the switch, which lit a pair of bedside lights on nightstands on each side of the bed. They stopped on the cobalt-blue rug beside her bed. The lighting was soft, but not too dim, so she could take in every part of him.

  She felt a little self-conscious about her size and the fact that she wasn’t that rail thin skater she once was. Instead of allowing him to see the bit of insecurity she felt, she concentrated on how sexy he was. His body was beautiful, delicious in all the right places.

  “You’re amazing, and so incredibly beautiful.” His hands drifted over her shoulders.

  His compliment sent more waves of desire throughout her. He made her feel beautiful and amazing.

  He moved his palms down her arms to her wrists, then up again. He skimmed her nipples with the pads of his fingers. She gasped and took his hands and moved them so that he cupped her breasts. He slowly and sensually circled her nipples with his thumbs.

  She grasped his biceps and tilted her head back, lost in the sensations. He sucked one nipple while teasing the other, and she thought she was going to orgasm. They were so sensitive to his touch and his mouth that she could do nothing but moan and squirm in his arms.

  Her eyes closed, her head tossed back, she reveled in the sensations. The way he touched her body made her lightheaded with desire.

  He grasped the comforter and pulled it to the foot of the bed.

  She gave a little cry of surprise and her eyes flew open as he turned to her, picked her up, and moved her onto the bed. He laid her on her back with her hips at the edge of the mattress. He pushed her knees apart and knelt between her thighs.

  Thrills rolled through her belly in warm waves as he hooked her legs over his shoulders and parted her folds with his fingers. He lowered his head and ran his tongue over her folds. She cried out and wriggled as he licked her pussy.

  “Damn you taste good.” He slid his palm
s beneath her ass and buried his face against her.

  She gripped the sheets as her whole body flushed from the feel of his tongue licking her clit. Pleasure felt like hot wax melting through her as she twisted and turned her hips in his grasp. Her whole body burned as an orgasm built inside herm and she panted in shallow breaths.

  He concentrated on her clit, licking and sucking it to the point that spots winked in and out of her vision. He growled against her clit and she completely lost it. She screamed with the force of her pleasure as it raged like whitewater throughout her.

  She couldn’t form a thought…she could only feel. Her ears rang and she could hear nothing but the pounding of her blood. She sailed higher, his tongue driving her orgasm on until one small explosion after another rattled her body.

  Was her orgasm ever going to stop? Did she want it to?

  It took some time to come down, and as she finally did, it was as if she was sinking deep into the bed. Her body felt languid and limp.

  Her body seemed to rejuvenate as he made another rumbling sound while he stood over her. “Damn, you’re sweet.”

  She held her arms out to him. “I want you inside me.”

  His expression grew almost feral. She had a sudden feeling that it took all he had to restrain himself from thrusting into her, losing himself inside her.

  He caught her by her waist and adjusted her so she was at the center of the bed. She hadn’t noticed him grabbing a condom from his pocket or his wallet, but he was now tearing open a foil packet.

  She watched with hungry fascination as he rolled the condom down his cock before he eased onto the bed. He moved between her thighs and looked down at her as he braced his hands on the mattress to either side of her.

  Her whole body tingled and her ears still rang from her orgasm. She gripped his shoulders and wiggled her hips as she waited for him to slide inside her.

  He pressed his cock against her folds and moved his hips so his erection slid up and down her folds. She hissed out a breath before she spread her thighs wider and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

  The sound he made was primal as she placed the head of his cock at the opening to her core. “Fuck me,” she said.

  “I will.” He met her gaze. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.”

  He drove his cock deep inside.

  She cried out at the sheer pleasure of him being inside her. He took her slow at first, moving in and out at a pace that drove her crazy with need.

  “More, Grady.” She wriggled beneath him then moved her hips up to meet his at a faster pace.

  He fucked her harder and faster, and she cried out with every movement he made. He thrust so deep and stretched her so fully.

  Another orgasm built inside her, rising and rising toward a climax she knew would be out of this world.

  In and out, harder and faster, deeper and more powerful with each thrust.

  More, more, more.

  She couldn’t get enough. Not nearly enough.

  The raspy quality in every groan he made, and the intensity of every sound, drove her to the peak.

  She came with a cry, thrashing beneath him as he continued taking her.

  Her mind whirled, her body throbbed, and she felt like she was flying.

  He shouted, a warrior’s cry as he conquered the woman he had just taken.

  And then he wrapped his arms around her, rolling her into his embrace. He rested his chin on her head as he held her.

  For a long moment they both breathed hard, their chests rising and falling. He pulled the comforter up from the foot of the bed and they snuggled beneath it.

  Gradually his breathing grew strong and steady, and she knew he had fallen asleep. A short time passed before she felt herself slipping away into darkness, too.

  12

  Grady smiled to himself as he sat back and watched a couple of the guys in the firehouse—Craig and Marc—play Ping-Pong. The ball made its unique clicking noise every time it smacked the surface of the table or a hollower sound when one of the guys hit the ball with his paddle.

  The last couple of months Grady had spent with Chelsey had been amazing. She was wholesome, genuine, loving, compassionate, and she just happened to be beautiful on the outside as well as on the inside. All those gorgeous curves… He couldn’t wait to get his hands on them again.

  Something whacked Grady in the shoulder, knocking him out of his daydreams.

  “Whatever you’re thinking about, it must be pretty damned good,” Marc said as he captured the Ping-Pong ball he’d just hit Grady with. “You’re smiling like you just got laid by half the Green Bay Packers cheerleaders.”

  “Better.” Grady got to his feet. “The whole team.”

  Craig snorted. “Dating Chelsey has you walking around like you’ve discovered a way to get to Mars in a VW Bug.”

  Marc laughed and Grady shook his head. “Chelsey is something else.” He couldn’t help smiling again.

  The alarm blasted throughout the firehouse. Over the intercom came the dispatcher’s voice telling them there was an apartment building fire and the address.

  The location was Grady’s own apartment complex.

  “Shit.” Grady hurried to get into his gear as his heart slammed against his breastbone. “That’s where I live.” He thought about his Dalmatian. “I hope to hell Carla has picked Spot up already to take him to doggie daycare.” He’d been running late this morning and had asked his neighbor to take him. She was a great neighbor and they often traded favors.

  Craig frowned as he and Grady climbed into the cab with the rest of the crew. “No doubt she took him,” Craig said.

  Grady nodded, but said nothing as they strapped in. The men around him joked with each other on their way to the fire, similar to how soldiers often liked to keep things light when they went on a mission.

  The closer they got to the apartments, the harder Grady’s heart thumped. When they reached the complex, he was the first out of the truck.

  Smoke billowed from the upper floors of the building he lived in. “Captain.” Grady jogged over to Captain Gerry Spencer. “That’s my apartment building. My dog might be in my apartment.”

  “Spot?” The captain shouted out orders then turned back to Grady. “I’m sending Roberts and Jakowski with you. You can search that floor for tenants.”

  Grady nodded. In moments, he, Craig, and Ron headed up the stairs to Grady’s apartment. Along the way they called out. The firefighters would clear each level, but he had to make sure Spot wasn’t still in the apartment.

  A dog’s continuous bark could now be heard over the thunder of the fire, the creaking structure, shouts, and screams. Grady’s heart jumped into overdrive. Spot.

  They reached the building and Spot’s barking grew louder. When he reached his apartment door, Grady slammed his boot against the door jam. The lock gave way and the door swung open.

  Smoke rolled out of the apartment and Grady immediately caught sight of the Dalmatian through the haze.

  Spot continued to bark, rather than run to Grady. “Come on, boy.” He went to scoop up the dog. Spot bolted to the kitchen instead. Grady shouted at him and ran after him.

  Grady almost tripped over a body. His heart nearly stopped when he saw it was the woman from next door.

  “Carla.” He bent and put his fingers to her carotid artery. Her pulse was faint, but she was alive. Grady scooped up the woman and a cell phone slipped from her hand and thumped on the floor.

  The sound of a 9-1-1 operator could be heard coming over the line. “Ma’am. Are you with me?” Carla had succumbed to the smoke before she had a chance to get herself and Spot out of the apartment.

  Grady ignored the phone. The roar of the fire grew louder throughout the building as he ran for the door.

  Craig took Carla from Grady and started down the staircase at a jog.

  Grady looked at the Dalmatian and pointed to the parking lot. “Go to the truck.”

  Spot knew exactly what to do when Grady gave th
e order, but the dog didn’t move. He stayed close to Grady, as if he intended to play at being a true firefighter dog.

  A scream tore from the left, along with shouts of, “Help me!”

  Grady recognized the voice. “Sandy.” He cut his gaze to Jakowski and pointed to the corner of the building where Sandy leaned out of her fourth floor apartment. She had a coughing fit and leaned on the windowsill with one hand. Flames engulfed the floor above her apartment, black smoke rolling out the windows.

  Grady and Jakowski hurried toward Sandy’s end of the building, Spot following. Grady didn’t have time to take the Dalmatian downstairs, and the dog was smart. He’d saved Carla’s life.

  The fire roared as firefighters worked to put the flames out, while others searched the building. Sandy saw Grady and Jakowski coming toward her. The floor above her creaked, wood popping, and something crashed onto her ceiling. She looked up with a terrified expression.

  “Hang on, Sandy.” Grady shouted the words, but they were drowned out by the noise of the raging inferno around them.

  Grady, Jakowski, and Spot reached her apartment door. Grady shouted at Spot to get back, and this time the dog listened. Grady kicked the door three times before the bolt lock tore free and the wood doorframe splintered.

  Flames filled their view.

  “Not enough time to get the ladder truck here,” Jakowski shouted.

  Before Grady could start forward, Spot bounded through a gap in the flames and into the apartment.

  “Shit.” Grady stepped toward the door as he glanced at Jakowski. “Let’s get her.”

  And let’s get Spot.

  Grady put on his oxygen mask then dodged through the same gap Spot had slipped through. The ceiling had collapsed in the living room and licked the tile floor as it consumed the furniture. Spot barked from the other side of the living room.

  Through the smoke, Grady saw a female slumped on the floor beside the window, Spot at the tall woman’s side. “Sandy!” She didn’t move.

  He looked for some way around the fire to get to her. To the right, closest to the window, was a space so far untouched by the fire.