Burns So Bad (Smoke Jumpers) (8 page)

Her
eyes drifted shut, drinking him in.

Wickedly sweet.

His
hands were plenty busy as he kissed, running down her shoulders and back. He
didn’t break their kiss as he pushed the straps of her tank top down.

“Gia?”

“No
questions. More doing,” she urged.

“It’s
your turn to kiss me.”

With
another hard, hot nip of his mouth, he stripped her tank top off and she
wrapped her arms around his back, exploring until she brushed the top of his
ass. His hands discovered the waistband of her jeans and popped the button
open. Two seconds later, and the only thing standing between them was her
bikini panties.

Not
much coverage there, she thought happily, her brain fuzzy with heat and lust.
His fingers brushed over her belly and played with the lacy band.

She
arched against those teasing fingertips, stroking herself against him and
feeding the unfurling pleasure.
So good
.

So
very, very bad.

The
pleasure paled in comparison to the man rising up over her, fiercely intent on
her body.

“Jesus,”
he whispered roughly, pulling back. His fingers left her stomach, and his palms
brushed her shoulders. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“Probably
not.”

The problem was, she wanted to. And
it wasn’t just because his large, hard body felt so good next to hers. She
definitely wanted the man inside her. Her hotshot was a heartbeat away from
pinning her to the blanket, his eyes alight with the
thrill of the challenge. He braced himself over her, all his attention focused
on her as if she were uncharted territory he fully intended to explore.

To take.

Her hand lifted, tracing the strong
line of his jaw and the sweet rasp of stubble beneath her fingertips. Rio
wasn’t polished, but neither was she.

She slid her hands over his face
and behind his head, tugging him closer. A new heat burned inside her, heat and
an undeniably sensual craving for the man watching her so intently. Learning
her. She wanted to take him, run her hands over those broad shoulders and down
the hard muscles of his back.

First, though, she had to get him
to kiss her again.

Because he stole her breath when he
worked his mouth on hers, and who needed to breathe? She knew the moment he
lost control. He rolled, putting her beneath him again and threading his
fingers through hers. The truck bed dug into her back as Rio’s legs pushed hers
open, his erection rubbing against her intimately. The bright shock of pleasure
sent her arching up into him.

“Be sure, Gia.” The words came out
hoarse. “We can stop right now, if this isn’t what you want. If it’s too soon
for you.”

Hell, no, she didn’t want to stop.
Or wait. “Shut up,” she said fiercely. “I’m waiting for you to kiss me.”

“This doesn’t change anything.” His
eyes moved over her body as one hand released hers to cover her shoulder in a
slow, sensual caress. “When we go out on a call, when we jump—this
changes nothing. We’re jump partners, you and me.”

“Absolutely not,” she vowed. “This
is just sex.”

He grinned and dropped a kiss on
the end of her nose. “Really, really good sex.”

Not
yet
. She skimmed a hand down Rio’s abdomen, loving how he stilled then
pushed himself against her fingers. “I might have
some
ideas on how to manage that,” she said and palmed him.

###

Died.
He’d died and gone to heaven, which was not a place Rio had ever expected
to visit. He knew his limits.

But Gia started to stroke, and he
about jackknifed off the truck. Her palm was warm and smooth as she fisted him,
moving slowly down as if she had all the time in the world and was enjoying the
journey. Then she added a second hand, covering every inch of him that she
could reach and keeping up that steady, mind-blowing rhythm. She might be in no
rush to get where she was going, but his dick had other ideas. Hell, his whole
body was on board with what she was doing.

Her fingers danced over his shaft
like she was playing a goddamn flute, and he groaned. Rubbing her palm over the
hard, aching tip, she spread the moisture she discovered down the length of him.
Up, then down again, each tug a hot, erotic draw on his balls.

He’d never hold out. She watched
him, keeping her eyes on his face and not on his dick. Happy, like this was a
test and she was getting it all right. He sucked in air, fighting for control.
Her fingers rubbed, finding a particularly sensitive spot beneath the swollen
head, and his hips arched off the blanket.

“Gia,” he warned hoarsely. Each
touch brought him closer and closer to the edge of no return, and this wasn’t
how he wanted their first time. He wanted her delirious with need. He wanted to
love her and love her, to give her so much pleasure she couldn’t think.

So no way he’d come before she did.

The panties had to go. Damned if he
didn’t like the way she looked in pink lace, but she’d look even better naked.
Pulling back from her wicked hands, he reached for the scrap of nylon.

“Those panties should be illegal,”
he said hoarsely, liking how the lace looked in his hands as he cupped her ass
and lifted. She laughed, and the happy sound shot straight to his balls. The
scrap of a bikini tied on the sides with little loops of ribbon. With one hard
tug the strings covering her hips came apart in his hands.

Hell, yeah.

###

“Lift,” Rio ordered, his voice harsh.

Biting back a dazed whimper, she
did. He tugged her panties free, tossing them over his shoulder. For a long
moment, he did nothing. Just looked at her. She wanted kisses. More touches.

She reached for him.

“Nuh-uh,” he said, pinning her
hands to the blanket. “This is my turn. Right now, I’m enjoying looking.”

“Take a picture,” she growled, “and
enjoy it later.”

He laughed. “You’re beautiful. I
could look at you all day and never be done. But…” he leaned forward, his mouth
so close she could feel each word on her skin, “…I could be convinced to hurry
up.”

His mouth started a slow, hot glide
down her body she was so onboard with.

His hands cupped her breasts, first just the curve and then stroking her
nipples. The gentle pinch that followed sent pleasure tearing through her. Too
much. Too fast.
Not enough.
Rio’s mouth descended,
kissing a wicked path from her stomach to where she burned hottest.

“Open up for me, sweetheart,” he
rasped, running a hand along her thigh.

She did, and her reward was his
finger rubbing through the swollen folds. “You’re going to taste sugar-sweet,”
he said.

She heard her own raspy groan as he pressed a small, first
kiss against her burning clit. She shuddered, crying out louder. Fiercer. His
hands on her were a welcome anchor in a maelstrom of pleasure. She wouldn’t fly
apart. She wasn’t alone here.

“Let’s make you feel even better.”

He didn’t ask. No, he just touched.
His tongue pushed through the sensitive folds in a bold, erotic demand. She’d
had oral sex before, but the way Rio commanded her body was new. And sexy as
hell. He knew exactly what she needed, and he planned on giving it to her.

Over and over.

He angled her thighs wide, pinning
her open with his shoulders. Yes, please, she thought happily. The position
gave him full access to her body, and the delicious heat of him had her coming
off the truck bed.

“Nuh-uh,” he said, tapping her
clit. “No moving.”

There was no question about it. He
was in charge. She should have minded, but God it felt so good. When his mouth
covered her again, spearing her opening, she groaned. He growled and started at
the bottom, licking his way to the top of her slit. Working through her folds
as he tasted every single inch of her.

“Much better,” she gasped out, and
he just took her higher. Rolled his tongue back and forth over her clit in
wicked circles, spreading her juices around the sensitive skin until she felt
the orgasm trembling just around the corner.

Foil tore, and he rolled down a condom. “I’ll always keep you
safe,” he said, and she heard the promise in his voice.

“Not from you,” she breathed, and he grinned.

“You know what I want from you.” He pressed her thighs apart
firmly, notching the blunt head of his erection against her opening.

He wanted sex. Hard and fast. “God yes,” she groaned.

He nipped her ear. “Good. We’re on the same page.”

He had no idea. She couldn’t take much more of this, but her body had other ideas. She
had to come. Was reaching for the pleasure point. He pushed the heavy head
inside her and waited for her to adjust to the impossible fullness, the girth
of him.

And to tease her.

“Good?” The word was more demand than question.

Oh God,
yes
. She
nodded, her head banging against his shoulder.

“Hang on, sweetheart.” He pulled back, pushed in, not
stopping until he was seated all the way.
Double
yes.
He stretched her, opening her wide. Wet sounds of skin moving on skin
surrounded them.

A sudden pinch made her gasp, but then he was through and in.
He tensed but she didn’t see what he had to complain about. He hadn’t been the
virgin here.

“More,” she groaned, arching up to meet his next thrust.

His face tight, he palmed her hips, sliding one big hand
under her ass. The other curled around her hipbone, pressing her forward to
meet the downward thrust of his cock.

“You drive me crazy,” he rasped. “Are you okay?”

“Shut up.” She dug her nails into his shoulder. “Move.”

“Soon,” he promised.

His hand found her clit and tapped the side lightly.
Heaven.
She arched up and he slammed
into her, his finger skimming the tight nub. Pulled back and did it again, his
finger finding each slick, sweet curve as he pushed in deeper still.

Holding still? Impossible. Her hips
slapped his, their bodies fused together, his forehead resting against hers. It
was sexy as hell, this closeness. No space at all between them. His mouth
explored her forehead, her cheek and throat, planting raspy, open-mouthed
kisses against her skin, as if now that he’d had a taste of her, he couldn’t
have too much.

She was
so
on board with that.

Locking her legs around his hips,
she dug her bare heels into the small of his back as each hard stroke rammed
her into the bed of her truck. He pulled out—the sweet, rough friction
making her squeeze him tight—and her body followed, arching up into his.
In. Out. A primal rhythm that picked up speed as he rode her towards the edge.

“Gia.” He growled her name, and she
came undone.

“Yes…like that. Rio!” Her heart
pounded along with her words, hammering out the heavy pleasure beating through
her. She exploded, melting around him, milking his dick and taking him with
her.

“Fuck.
Gia
.” His harsh breathing filled her ear as he buried himself
inside her body, his voice low and desperate as he followed her over the edge.
She loved the way her name sounded like a needy plea and a hoarse shout, how in
this moment he held her too tight, so very close, and there was no more space
between them. Hip to hip, breast to chest. Cheek to cheek.

She wanted to look up and watch his
eyes as he came, wanted to pretend that there was nothing more than a condom
between them and that a relationship was still in the cards for them. He was a
good man, she thought, wrapping her arms around him.

Bad boy on the outside, good man on
the inside.

###

Rio rolled,
pulling her on top of his chest. Gia probably had ridges permanently tattooed
on her backside. And that wasn’t the biggest problem. Nope.
That
was the unexpected V-card she’d
given him.

“What the
hell was that about?”

The words came
out of his mouth and he froze.
Real
smooth, Donovan.
His only
excuse was that nothing about Gia Jackson screamed
virgin
. She was brash. Bold. And wonderfully, deliciously sexy. He
didn’t have any complains. He just didn’t know why she hadn’t told him—or
why she’d picked him to be her first.

She met his
eyes. Didn’t duck her head or play dumb, but that was Gia for you. “You
noticed.”

“Of course
I did.” Wasn’t the whole virginity thing supposed to be special? Because he
damned sure would have made sure her first time was special if she’d given him
a heads-up. Candles. Compliments. Hell, even a fucking bed would have been an
improvement.

Instead, he
was reduced to repeating the obvious. “You were a virgin.”

She looked
thoughtful. “You were a virgin once.”

“When I was
fifteen,” he growled. “That was years ago. You, on the other hand, were a
virgin until about five minutes ago.”

She shrugged.
“They were good minutes.”

He agreed
with her there. Everything about this afternoon had been spectacular. Hell, Gia
could throw him in her truck and take advantage of him seven days a week if she
wanted. He was totally onboard with that.

She rolled
her eyes. “Don’t be such a pansy about this, Donovan.”

“Rio,” he
growled and she smiled. She knew she was pushing his buttons all right.

“I’m only
discussing this once,” she said.Now she definitely sounded annoyed.

“Once is enough.”
While he waited for her answer, he traced his hands down her spine and shifted.
The bed of her truck was no Sleep Train special and something was poking him in
the ass.

“I’m
picky,” she announced. “I wanted my first to be the best and, from what I’ve
heard, you’re that.
Rio
.”

He
definitely liked the sound of his name on her lips. They could go back to being
Jackson and Donovan when they returned to base camp. Right now, however, they
were off the clock and off the grid. Since he’d just been inside her
body—deep, deep inside—he figured he’d earned first name status.