I was rinsing off my hair when a firefighter walked into my shower. While I was completely naked.

“What are you doing here, Beck?”

Beck’s eyes are wide. He snaps his mouth shut, and his eyes rake over me. 

“Maisie.”

I can barely breathe. “Yes?”

Your head was shaking before you could form a reply.

“You’ll need to be more clear,” he said as he slid one hand around to cup my bottom while he lifted the other and trailed the backs of his fingers across my nipples.

They were already tight and achy, begging for his touch. The subtle brush across the thin cotton almost made me moan. I scrambled for some semblance of control, my mind hazy with need. “Clear?” I choked out.

“You shook your head. I don’t know if that means we can’t do this, or if that means you’re not saying we can’t do this. How about you tell me what you want?”

He appeared to have more capacity for speech than I did, although his voice was gruff. I could feel the hard thump of his heartbeat against me.

His cock was nestled at the apex of my thighs, right where he’d tugged me tight against him. I wished he wasn’t demanding I make it explicit what I wanted. Somehow that made it feel real, something I couldn’t chalk up to a wild, impulsive choice.

I looked into his eyes—fiery heat sliding through my veins and pooling in my belly, feeling the slick moisture between my thighs—and felt a depth of connection I’d never before known.

It made me want to look away, but if there was one thing I wasn’t, it was a coward. I was downright stubborn when it came to facing things head on. So I held his gaze with my heart beating like the wings of a bird and emotion tightening my throat.

I gulped in air and barreled through the fear chasing me inside. “I want you.”

“You taste so fucking good,” he murmured between licks, kisses and nips.