Fighting the Flames by Leslie Johnson Read Free Book Online Page A

though he had nothing left to give. It was just so good he couldn’t bring himself to stop.
    Jess cried his name repeatedly as her core clung to his erection, milking it for every last drop he had. Her fingernails dug into his back.
    Ryan collapsed on top of her, his face buried in her neck. He showered her neck and shoulder with tiny kisses as they both took time to catch their breath. He used to have marathon sex with his ex-girlfriend, coming three or four times throughout, and all of those orgasms combined weren’t as intense as the one he’d just had with Jess. It blew his mind.
    “Wow,” she said with a laugh. “That was...”
    “I know.” He propped himself up and looked down at her. She was absolutely breathtaking. A wave of anger and sadness swept over him at the thought that he’d lost three years with her. And for what? He still had no idea. “Jess—”
    “Don’t.” She drew a shaky breath. “Please don’t ruin this moment.”
    “We’re going to have to talk about it sooner or later.”
    “I know. And we will. I promise. Just not right now, okay?”
    Yeah, like he could ever say no to her. He nodded. “Okay.” He pulled out of her and immediately wished he hadn’t. Ryan rolled away and brought her with him, tucking her into his side, her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead. “Stay with me tonight?”
    “I can’t. I left my sister. She’s probably passed out on my couch by now, but she’ll worry if she wakes up and I’m not there.”
    He frowned. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he wasn’t going to be just some guy she had sex with when the mood struck, but he refrained. Saying so would make him sound needy, and he was afraid he’d scare her away again. That was the last thing he wanted.
    “I’ll stay for a while though.” She swirled her finger around his chest. “I don’t think I could walk home right now anyway.”
    “Why’s that?” He tucked his hand behind his head and enjoyed the feel of her touch. It sent shivers through his body and caused goose bumps to erupt on his arms.
    “Because my legs are still shaking from that orgasm. I’m pretty sure if I try to stand, I’ll fall.”
    He laughed. “So what you’re saying is if I give you several more orgasms like that last one, you’ll be incapacitated and have to stay here?”
    She playfully smacked him and laughed. “That’s not even close to what I said.”
    “I’m pretty sure that’s what I heard.”
    “Oh yeah?” Jess sat up, flung her leg over his waist, and straddled him.
    He cocked a brow and grinned. “Yeah.”
    Jess smoothed her hands up his torso, lowering her body until it was flush against his, and then she kissed him. It was a kiss unlike any he’d ever had: slow, easy, and full of passion and sexual desire. That single kiss was enough to arouse him to the point of frustration. He wrapped his arms around her and ground his hips up, rubbing his hard cock on her warm folds. “Again?” she asked.
    “Again,” he confirmed, adjusting her body so that he could enter her. But before he had the chance to do so, his pager went off. He grabbed it from the night stand and looked at the message. “Son of a bitch.”
    Jess sat up on him, his cock resting against her pussy. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
    “Fire call,” he said, setting the pager down and clutching her hips. “I have to go.” What he really wanted to do was slide inside her and make her scream his name until she was too damn exhausted to do anything but fall asleep in his arms.
    “Oh.” She was clearly disappointed. So was he.
    Ryan palmed the back of her head and brought her down to him for another kiss. Damn. It was torture feeling her wet pussy on his shaft and not being able to do anything about it. He groaned. If he didn’t get out of there right now, he knew he never would. “Can I see you tomorrow?”
    “Yes.”
    “We’ll spend the whole day together like we used to.”
    “I’d like that.” She rotated