Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49258 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 246(@200wpm)___ 197(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
“I’m so sorry. I couldn’t believe it when that jerk ran into the firetruck on our last call. The paperwork is always a bear.”
“You’re here now. That’s all that matters,” Koa told her and kissed her hard. “Come inside. I’ll shower. I’m not always this sweaty.”
“I have to grab Jelly.”
“Of course.” Koa opened the passenger door and retrieved the plain canvas bag. The bunny stuffie disguised herself inside when Giana took her on an excursion.
“You are great eye candy for the housewives around you,” she teased as they walked up to the door.
“All the housewives around here have their own husbands to entertain them, little girl. They were glad I was here to repay their favor of mowing my lawn while I was gone.”
“Your neighbors mowed for you?” she asked in surprise. She hadn’t considered that he’d need someone to take care of that for him.
“We watch out for each other here in off-base housing. I’ll do the same for them if their soldier is deployed and I’m here. Are you hungry, little girl?”
“Only for you,” she dared to say as he opened the door.
Koa wrapped one arm around her and lifted Giana from her feet. He set Jelly in her arms.
“Whoa!” she yelped as he carried her inside and slammed the door shut behind them. He balanced her in his arms as he stepped out of his work sneakers. With that done, he carried her purposefully toward his master bathroom and set her feet on the tile in the center of the room.
“Let’s set Jelly on the dresser,” he suggested. When she nodded her agreement, he took the bag and placed it safely out of the way.
“No peeking, Jelly,” he told the stuffie. He turned to focus on Giana as she giggled.
“Undo those buttons,” he ordered, pointing to her pressed, collared shirt. “Unless you want me to rip them off?”
Koa dropped to his knees in front of her and unfastened her pants. He yanked them to her ankles before unlacing her boots. “Step,” he ordered, and when she lifted one foot he shucked off her footwear and clothing before repeating the action for her other side.
“You’re bossy,” she observed as she shrugged out of her shirt.
“You’re slow,” he answered, focusing on the cleavage she revealed as she tossed away the garment.
“You’re still dressed,” she reminded him as she grabbed the band of the exercise bra she always wore to work and tugged it over her head.
The heat already brewing in his gaze had skyrocketed like the fire from the wings that introduced them when their gaze met again. Inside, Giana did a happy dance seeing his attraction to her. Outwardly, she maintained a straight face as she pointed to his tented shorts.
“Don’t you want to take those off?” Giana suggested.
With a growl of impatience, Koa stripped off the sweaty garment and tossed it over his shoulder. Purposefully herding her into the oversized walk-in shower stall, Koa turned on the water and adjusted it, keeping her safe from the spray until he was satisfied. He stepped under the showerhead and let the water cascade over him before reaching out a blind hand to find her and gently tug her forward into his arms.
Closing her eyes as the warm liquid streamed over her, Giana responded eagerly to Koa’s scorching kiss. He held her close. His skin radiated heat from the sun. Giana pressed herself against him, loving how his hard angles fit perfectly to hers.
When he lifted his head to allow her to breathe, she shook the water from her face and met his gaze. “Make love to me, Koa. I need you.”
His quick inhale warned her to fill her lungs. His mouth captured hers in a hard kiss that demanded everything from her. Giana returned it with the same intensity. The firehouse was torture last night. Her mind had replayed the pleasure Koa had shared with her during their night together. Fearing she would talk in her sleep, she had tossed and turned all night.
Koa released her lips and lowered himself to his knees, pressing her to the side of the shower. His tongue licked a path down her abdomen to her sensitive mound. When he pulled gently at her trimmed adult curls, Giana gasped at the slight taste of pain and celebrated that she’d decided not to have a full Brazilian wax. Her juices practically squirted from her as he gripped her hips, pressing her to the chilly tiles. She suspected his fingers would leave marks and loved his urgency.
When he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, Giana wobbled for a second as she regained her balance. His hands held her securely as his gaze focused directly on her pussy. Koa inhaled deeply. The animalistic move fueled her desire. Hunger etched itself onto his features as he met her gaze.