Fueling Her Fire (9 page)

He continued softly, “She was so jealous. She told everyone
that you were sleeping with me during tutoring sessions to embarrass you. Don’t
you get it? She made it up!” He touched her cheek. “You just kinda confirmed it
by being so embarrassed and angry with me. Everyone assumed it was true.”

She couldn’t get her mind to follow the story.
He hadn’t
told anyone?
All those years she thought he’d told…bragged about
it…humiliated her. And he hadn’t told
anyone
? He had been going to ask
her to be his girlfriend?

“You…you really didn’t tell?” Her eyes searched the blue
depths of his, looking for confirmation of his words.

“No, I didn’t tell anyone. I
liked
you! And since you
had sex with me, I thought you might really like me too. I thought maybe you’d
say yes if I asked you to be my girlfriend. I was so happy, but then you
wouldn’t talk to me after the rumors started. You wouldn’t give me a chance to
explain.” His hands squeezed her shoulders again.

“But why didn’t you try harder? You only tried to talk to me
once.” Her anger was being edged out by hurt and regret. She’d
wanted
to
be his girlfriend—it was
all
she’d wanted.

“Because we were getting ready to graduate,” he looked away,
his turn to look embarrassed. “I knew you were going away. You had that big
scholarship and you were going off to start your life away from Dalton Run.
What did I have to offer you? I had a job at a lumber mill. I barely
graduated!” He looked into her eyes and his eyes were glittering with emotion
of his own. “You were leaving. I knew it was the right thing to do to let you
go. What would you have done with me?”

All those feelings she’d had in high school, her love for
him, all came rushing back to the surface and she couldn’t believe all the time
they’d missed.

“What would I have done with you?” her voice rose to a sharp
pitch. “What would I have done with you? Anything!
Everything!
Been
happy! Been loved.” She finished almost in a whisper, “I loved you.”

She searched his eyes, desperate for him now to see the
truth in her words. “I was in love with you, Dylan. And you…you broke my
heart.” She was wiped out. It was all too much.

Maybe his thoughts back then had been on the right track.
What
would
she do with him now?
She lived in Chicago and he lived
seven hours away in the hills of Dalton Run. It was too late. Their lives were
too different.

They’d missed their chance.

She dropped her head, her forehead practically touching his
chest. Her voice was defeated. “It doesn’t matter, Dylan. It was a long time
ago. We live so far away from each other now. There’s no sense in dredging it
all up. Please, just go.” She let her shoulders slump.

“I can’t.” He dropped his hands from her shoulders, his
voice firm. “I can’t leave.”

“Why not?” She demanded, looking up at him, her voice thick
with emotion.

He was standing so close she had to crane her neck up to see
his eyes. He bent toward her and his eyes had darkened with the same passion
she heard in his words. “I can’t leave, Kip, because when I was eighteen I
couldn’t stop thinking about you and it’s been the same ever since. You were
everything I ever wanted.” He gripped her arms and she let him. His voice had
grown husky. “And I can’t leave because I’m standing here now, looking at you
now all these years later, and I realize nothing’s changed.”

He closed his eyes and dropped his head, resting his
forehead on hers. His voice was nearly a whisper. “And I can’t leave because I
still want to fuck you so bad I can’t think straight.”

She pulled back from him and her eyes widened as a wave of
sheer desire crashed through her at the rawness of his words. The onslaught of
emotions in her was quickly overshadowed by absolute lust. The heat between her
legs that had smoldered since Dylan came to her door turned instantly to
throbbing.

In a rush, as if he was afraid if he didn’t seize the moment
it might be gone forever, he pulled her against him, wrapping her in his strong
arms and crushing his lips to hers. He kissed her deeply, his tongue plunging
into her mouth as if he were trying to taste all of her. She whimpered into his
kiss and kissed him back just as desperately. She wanted his lips on hers forever.
She wanted his tongue all over her, plunging into her elsewhere.

He shoved her against the door and pressed his body against
hers. She melted into him, wanting to feel him on top of her again. She felt
the swell of his erection against her hip, urging her to touch it, take care of
it, take it inside her. She wanted to have her hands on his naked body again,
to feel his hot length move in her.

He rocked his hips, grinding his cock against her, and they
broke from their kiss, panting. He trailed his tongue and lips down her neck
like he was devouring her, whispering, “Kip, oh god, Kip. I’ve missed you.” His
voice was breathy, barely coherent. She closed her eyes and moaned, the need in
his voice causing her knees to go weak.

She had to touch him. She reached for his erection, which
was straining against the worn denim of his jeans. Contouring her hand around
the firm bulge at the front of his pants, she squeezed. It felt substantial and
familiar. He groaned in her ear and his arms tightened around her. She suddenly
couldn’t wait for him to be naked, to have his hot skin against hers.

She moved her hands from his hard cock and began to quickly
unbutton his shirt. He let go of her to help. When he was shirtless, she
caressed her hands over the large muscles of his hard chest, reveling in the
raw maleness of him.

He slid her cardigan off slowly and kissed her naked
shoulders as he revealed them. Letting her head fall back, another moan escaped
her lips. He slid his hands under her thin tank top and groaned when his large
palms cupped her bare breasts, lifting them and teasing his thumbs over her
hard nipples. The skin of his hands was rough in just the right way against her
sensitive nipples. Her breath caught as she went nearly lightheaded from the
intensity of the pleasure his touch created in her. She ran her hands over the
cords of his muscular stomach, wanting to feel every inch of him, wanting to
memorize his body.

He molded his lips to hers again and she whimpered into his
kiss as he pinched her nipples gently. “I’ve wanted to touch them all night,”
he breathed against her skin as he moved his mouth to her neck, his voice
ragged. Her pussy throbbed hotter. She knew she was wet…she knew she was
drenched
.

With his hands still fondling her breasts, she pulled off
her tank, revealing her flushed nipples for him to kiss. He immediately closed
his mouth over one hard nipple, then the other, sucking them hungrily against
his tongue and teasing them until she begged, “Please, Dylan,
please
.”
She wasn’t sure what she was begging for…everything, she guessed. She thought
she might come apart if she didn’t get him inside her.

He stopped kissing her breasts and wrapped his arms around
her, grabbing her ass and grinding his hard cock against her. Kissing and
nipping her neck, he paused long enough to whisper in a rough voice in her ear
simply, “Where?”

“Upstairs.” He reached down and pulled her legs up around
his waist. She wrapped them around him tightly. He was strong and he easily
carried her up the stairs, his hands on her ass, squeezing, never taking his
lips from hers. When they got to the bed, he untangled her arms from around his
neck and dropped her onto it, pausing to take off his jeans. She sat up and
wriggled out of her flannel shorts, leaving on only her thong. He pulled his
wallet from his jeans and extracted a small package.

Thank god one of us has protection,
she thought
.
This
was absolutely the last thing she’d planned to be doing this Christmas Eve. She
smiled.

He knelt on the floor in front of her and took her face in
his hands, “Kip,” he said, his voice hoarse with lust and emotion, “I’ve wanted
to have you again for so long. I can’t believe I found you tonight.” He kissed
her.

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you,” she managed in
between kisses. “Even when I tried, I couldn’t.”

He stood up and tugged his boxers off and she could see his
proud erection silhouetted in the dim light that reached the loft from the
first floor of the cabin. A thrill passed over her as he unwrapped the condom.

“Wait.” She wanted all of him, “I want to feel you in my
mouth.” He groaned and quickly positioned his erection in front of her, placing
his hand behind her head. He guided his cock between her lips. She wrapped her
hand around the base and sucked as much of him as she could into her mouth,
caressing him strongly with her tongue.

He drew in a gulp of air and then moaned, “Oh my god, Kip!
Oh god… ” She loved the feeling it gave her to make him so hot. She might have
sucked him until he pumped all his hot cum into her mouth—she wanted to taste
him—but he made her stop.

“No,” he said roughly, as if it was an effort, and pulled
out of her mouth. “I want to be inside you—I’ve waited so long.” He quickly
rolled the condom over his cock, now wet with her saliva, and she let him push
her down onto the bed. He hauled her toward the center of the mattress and then
sat back looking at her naked body illuminated by the moonlight. “Kip. Look at
you. You’re even sexier than I remember.”

He reached out and pulled her panties off. She made a noise
of excitement—she was so close to having him inside her again, thrusting into
her with his strong cock. He spread her legs and knelt between them.
Anticipation of what he would do to her drew shivers up her body, making her
pant. Reaching for his shoulders, she pulled him down toward her. She wanted to
run her fingers through his hair like she did when they were eighteen. It was
as soft as she remembered and just long enough for her to close her fists in.
He groaned at the slight pull and his body tensed over her.

“There is so much I intend to do to you tonight,” he nearly
growled.

“Then don’t make me wait for it,” she whispered, pulling his
mouth to hers again and sucking on his bottom lip.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said for the second time that night. She
couldn’t help the contented smile that swept across her wet lips. It was so
goddamned arousing to have a man so eager to give her everything she wanted in
bed. Ducking lower, he closed his mouth on one of her nipples, sucking it
between his teeth. Stroking his hand down her stomach, he found the neat line
of curls between her legs, so wet from her excitement. He cupped her pussy in
his hand and she groaned. She was more than ready for him. He guided two
calloused fingers into her folds for the second time that night and teased her
hard clit with his thumb.

Bucking her hips up against his hand, she urged his fingers
inside her, impatient for them. The tactile memory of the pleasure he’d given
her earlier still thrummed through her and she wanted more. He complied,
plunging both fingers into her rougher than before and she cried out at the
aggressive flourish he’d added this time. He alternated between kneading her
clit and thrusting his fingers into her, adding a third one when she pleaded
for more. He had little trouble—she was so wet for him.

She whimpered and murmured raw, wild words that she’d never
used with William. Without thinking about what she was saying, she simply let
her lips spill words meant to provoke the animal in him even more. As her
excitement grew, he stopped kissing her breasts and moved his mouth to her ear.
“You like that?” he whispered. “You like my fingers in you?”

“Yes, Dylan, please, make me come again,” she pleaded
raggedly. She put her hand over his, pressing his fingers deeper into her.

“Do you want me to taste you?” His voice was hoarse.

“Yes!” she cried, the word practically a sob.

He moved his head quickly between her legs and closed his
mouth over her. Sucking and licking at her hard clit, he continued plunging
fingers into her. She spread her hands through his hair, feeling his head move
against her as he greedily lapped at her cunt and sent waves of hot desire
coursing through her.

Curling her toes into the bedding reflexively, her leg
muscles tensed at the ceaseless assault from his tongue. She felt his broad,
powerful shoulders knead against her inner thighs as he worked untiringly to
make her come. Though they’d been apart for so long, he seemed to know just
what her body needed.

Closing her eyes, she moaned as his tongue and fingers drew
her nearer to the edge of orgasm. A moment later the fire he had fueling in her
erupted into an orgasm that tremored through her like pure rapture. She cried
out as she came, her fingers knotting into his tousled hair, her muscles
clutching rhythmically against his fingers.

“I want to be inside you again. I want to come inside you,”
he whispered as he trailed kisses back up her body. He moved his still-hard
cock to her pussy and teased her entrance with the tip of his erection. She
wriggled, trying to maneuver it inside her. “Wait, Kip, I don’t want to rush. I
want to remember this,” he said as he slowly began to push into her.

“No, now,” she demanded. “This won’t be the last time. I
promise. Savor it later, but
please
. I want all of you now.”

He looked down at her and she saw the understanding and
acceptance on his face that this time would be different. She wouldn’t leave
him again. He closed his eyes and groaned as he suddenly thrust his cock as
deeply into her as he could. She gasped at the feeling of being so suddenly
filled by him.

“Kip,” his voice in her ear was rough and he was kissing her
again, “you feel as good as I remember…better.”

He began stroking his cock into her and the feeling of pure
joy that came with his thrusts was nearly overwhelming. A cacophony of emotions
coursed through her as she was pulled between the the tragedy of missing this
all those years they could have been together and the joy of rediscovering him.
She spread her legs wider and clutched at his back, urging him deeper. She
wanted him always on top of her, always inside her.