Velvet Kisses(48)

The fire roars and lights up the room a brilliant shade of yellow. Wow, I marvel trying to keep pace, Wyatt almost has me right—there.

“Yes!” I groan louder than humanly possible, partly because the fire just gave an obnoxious roar of its own.

Wyatt glances up. “Shit!”

I follow his gaze to find the pillow I flung across the room hanging partway out of the fireplace, going up in flames like a marshmallow.

Wyatt tries to get up, but I lock his head between my thighs.

“Oh, no you don’t. The big O is knocking at the door. You can’t leave now.”

He gives a quick look to the fire. “You have one minute.”

“And then what?”

“The curtains go up in flames.” He presses out a peaceable grin, and those adorable dimples dig in deep.

“Hurry!” I press his head down, and Wyatt diligently, might I add furiously, gets back to work. Oh, he’s biting! His fingers find their way to the party and pump into me with a violent force over and over.

“Yes that! It’s coming! Oh, my God it’s coming!” I scream so loud you’d think a thermonuclear missile were in my sights. Technically, I’m the one who’s coming, but, for some mystifying reason, I’d much rather personify my orgasm as the lovechild Wyatt and I will never have.

Wyatt goes into overdrive, and I let out a yelping scream—the kind you’d hear if a terrier had a paw run over in the driveway.

What the hell happened to the sexy cry I was just christening the room with a few moments ago? Really? A terrier?

I whimper and gasp as his tongue rides over me. Wyatt buries his face between my legs for a brief moment before looking up.

“Was that good?” He’s panting. His teeth glint as the entire house explodes with light.

The curtains go up like dry brush on a hillside as the room ignites with heat and flames.

“Oh my, God! We’re going to die!” I expel the words in a blood curdling—yet savagely sexy—scream. “Fire!” I shout stupidly from the couch. Of course, he’s aware there’s a fire. There’s a fucking blaze taking place five feet away!

“Open the door!” Wyatt barks, and I jump up, opening it wide before running outside, screaming my head off—naked and terrified as if I were being chased by an ax murderer.

Annie and Blake rush from the carriage house just as Wyatt runs out the front door hauling a fiery line of curtains with him.

I pause a second from my primal screaming to marvel at how badass he looks hauling those flames out of his home as if he were teaching them a lesson. He’s like a fire god.

“Are you okay?” Annie is more than freaking out because she just half-signed me the question.

“I’m great. It’s just Will faked an allergy, and I threw a pillow, and now Wyatt is a fire god!” Yes. That’s exactly it. I’m so glad I’ve enrolled in such a prestigious university.

Wyatt and Blake hose down the curtains until a veil of white smoke clouds up the vicinity. I spot Piper and Cade looking like they want to vomit before heading back inside.

“Let’s get you to the carriage house.” Annie is quick to shuttle me off, but I resist the effort.

“No.” Wyatt and I have unfinished business to tend to. Certainly we’re not going to let some silly fire dictate how we end this night. I’ve waited two and a half weeks for that man to tie me to his bedpost. I believe the vague threat of a belt was involved.

“Let’s at least get some clothes on you.” Annie laughs though her words.

“I’m glad you find the mortal peril the two of us were in so hilarious—and no, I worked very hard to get my clothes off. I’m fine without them.” The thought of my navy sequin gown melting into a sticky puddle makes me cringe.

“Marley!” Wyatt jogs over, wagging and panting. Both Annie and I are riveted at the way his penis swings like a pendulum.

“No wonder you don’t want to get dressed,” she says under her breath.

“It’s all clear.” Blake shouts from inside as he brings out the smoldering pillow with a pair of tongs.

“Are you okay?” Wyatt runs his arms up and down my back, warming me, his face ripe with worry.

“Yes, I’m fine. I’m so sorry.” I burst into tears that I didn’t even know were near the surface. “I’m so sorry I almost burned down your house. That was greedy of me.”

“It’s okay, sweetie.” He gives my ear a loud panicked kiss. “Let’s get back inside before we freeze to death.”

We say goodnight to Annie and Blake (who I will never be able to face again. I don’t mind Annie so much, but, now that Blake has seen the girls and perhaps my V-Day special super cut, we’ve officially entered the awkward phase of our relationship.)