Burn for You (Flirting with Forever Book 3)

by Amanda Bailey

  “Oh, fuck.” Wave after wave crashes over me, my hips gyrating out of my control. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” I pant as the rush of sensations continue to course through my body.

  I’ve barely come down when Damon enters me again, seating himself to the hilt inside of me. My inner muscles twitch around him, still feeling the aftereffects of my orgasms.

  My orgasms. I. Had. Multiple. Orgasms. That’s never happened to me before.

  His lips are all over my neck, his tongue licking along it as his hot breath teases my skin, and he groans, low and long, in the back of his throat. If I’d had any doubts at all whether he was into this, I don’t any longer. He continues to pump, his dick driving in and out of me at a maddening pace as he chases his own release. “Piper …” My name scrapes out of his throat as his body jerks above me, all the muscles in his body tense.

  For a minute, we lie there on the floor, bodies entwined, and I swear I can feel my heartbeat in my core, pulsing around him.

  He shifts back with a grunt, still inside me, his mouth traveling from my neck down to my nipple. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling over the tip, teasing it. “I can’t get enough.”

  My poor brain doesn’t know how to think anymore, doesn’t know how to react to any of this. I can’t speak. All my words are caught up somewhere in my chest.

  He glances up at me and frowns. One tentative hand reaches for my face, his thumb sliding over the moisture that had run from the corners of my eyes, down the sides of my face, and into my hair. “Are you crying?”

  I shake my head staring at him. My chest is so tight I can hardly take a breath.

  “Don’t lie to me, Piper.”

  A tiny sob bursts forth, and my eyes widen in horror. “I’m sorry,” I gasp.

  He pulls out of me and is on his feet in a flash, stooping down to pick me up. “Where’s your shower?”

  “What?”

  “Your shower. We’re going to clean up, then we’re going to talk about this.”

  I point over his shoulder. “Back that way.”

  I don’t even know why I’m crying. From the orgasms I rarely have? Or because we had sex on my living room floor before we could even talk?

  Or maybe it’s because I feel so much for him, I can’t even express myself with words.

  Chapter 30

  Damon

  I set Piper down on unsteady feet just outside the shower stall. With a flick of my hand, I turn on the water and wait for it to warm. When I turn back to her, she looks at the floor, at the wall, over my shoulder, anywhere but at me. “Hey. Where are you right now?” My fingers find her chin and tilt her face up to mine.

  She shakes her head, unable to speak yet, and her teeth rake over her lower lip. She reaches out to touch my chest, and her fingertips slide over grooves of muscle on my stomach. Tilting her head to the side, she looks down at where her fingers touch the skin of my rib cage. Finally, she finds words, but they aren’t what I’m expecting.

  “What’s the significance of your tattoo?”

  I glance down to where her fingers are tracing over each tiny bird. “It’s for my family. Each bird stands for one of them.” She nods as I check the temperature of the water and, finding it nice and hot, usher her inside the stall. I follow her in, guiding her under the spray and wetting her hair. There’s an assortment of feminine shampoos, conditioners, and body washes, so I choose one, pouring it into my palm and rubbing my hands together before working it through her hair. Her eyes close and a soft smile tugs at her lips.

  Once we’ve rinsed and conditioned her long mane, she returns the favor. Her fingers on my scalp, massaging my head, feel damn good. But it could also easily be the fact that her breasts are brushing up against my chest that’s making me hard again. We squeeze shower gel into our palms and run our hands over each other, lathering and rinsing every inch. I want to touch her fucking everywhere. My hands run down over her back and cup her ass as I hold her against me, then I turn her around running my palms over her breasts. I had my mouth all over those not ten minutes ago. I groan, my lips brushing the shell of her ear, “Piper, baby …” My wet hands roam down over her belly before one dives between her legs. She cries out as I slide two fingers inside of her, the sound reverberating off the walls of the shower stall.

  She’s warm. She’s wet. She’s mine.

  I walk us forward a step, and her hands meet the wall of the shower. I continue to slide my fingers in and out of her and find her clit with my thumb. I curl around her, holding her back tight against my chest. My dick is so damn hard, and I’m desperate to bury myself in her right the fuck now, but I love the way she’s panting and quaking in my arms. I want to give her another few seconds to come apart in my hands.

  As if thinking about it could call it forth, she slows, teetering on the edge, then falls over it, her muscles clamping down in a rhythmic pattern on my fingers as she lets loose a throaty moan. Holding her body up with one arm wrapped around her waist, I slide my cock against her, nudging the aroused flesh between her legs. When she pushes her hips back and angles herself toward me, I enter her fully. “Oh, fuck. I didn’t think it could get better than that first time.” I pull back and then ease inside again. I screw her slowly, grinding into her until we are both panting and straining toward each other with every firm thrust. I grip her curvy hips in my hands, fingers flexing into her skin, and power into her.

  “Yes!”

  Hearing her moans of pleasure, watching my cock slip in and out of her body, and the fucking phenomenal view of her ass has me close to coming right there. Her wet hands squeak against the wall of the shower as she tries to hold herself up. I growl deep in my chest. “Fuck, baby …” My chest heaves as I stave off the explosion I know is coming. I can’t believe this is Piper rocking back onto my dick, gasping. This woman is blowing my mind, her every cry seeping right into my soul.

  She looks over her shoulder. “I’m so close. Harder.” I stroke inside of her twice more before she says, “Please?”

  On a half-chuckle at her request, I grip her hips tighter and give her what she wants. No more than thirty seconds later, she climaxes again. I hold her up as best I can, as she’s gone half limp. When she calms, I spin her around, pick her up, and press her back to the wall. She wraps her legs around my waist as I bury myself deep, pumping into her only three times before lightning races down my spine and my balls tighten. I explode inside her, crying out her name, my lips against her neck.

  Once we’ve washed again, we take our time drying each other and wrap ourselves in fluffy towels. I lean back against the counter, crossing my legs at the ankle, observing Piper as she combs through her long hair.

  “Are you okay, Piper? I promise I hadn’t intended for that to happen in the shower. But I guess I should have expected it.”

  A smile blooms bold and beautiful on her face. “We seem to have issues any time lips and tongues and bodies are involved.”

  “I don’t see any issues with that at all.” I shake my head, watching her.

  Her eyes sparkle with joy as she looks up at me. “Me neither, Professor.”

  I chuckle and point at the tub. “I’m guessing that’s the tub you were in when you took the photo.”

  Her cheeks redden, and damn, she looks so gorgeous all flushed like that. “Yep.” She sucks her lower lip into her mouth as she continues to tend to her hair. After another few seconds, she glances up and releases her lip. “You want to know how I knew it was you?”

  I cock my head to the side, my eyes traveling from her towel-covered body down to her legs. This woman is a fucking vision. I clear my throat and run my hand over my stubble-coated cheek. “Yeah. Tell me how you figured it out, Sherlock.”

  Her nose wrinkles at the nickname, and her gaze slides down my torso and over to the side. “I figured it out the evening before I met you at the restaurant. I truly hadn’t known for long—just a day—and it took me the whole twenty-four hours to decide whether I should still meet you there that nigh
t or not. I was an agonized mess.” She nods in the direction of my side. “The tattoo. It was in the shot you sent me. I’d, uh, noticed it before at the gym.” She fights back a smile, as if she’s embarrassed to have to admit she’d been looking at my body that closely.

  I laugh, fully realizing my error. “Oh, shit. I wasn’t even thinking about that when I took the photo and sent it. Of course, I was under the assumption that I was sending it to someone I didn’t know, so it never crossed my mind to worry about it.” I frown. “I’m sorry I made assumptions, and”—I grimace, running my hand over my still damp hair—“I’m ashamed to say I jumped to conclusions.”

  She gets up off the tub, one hand holding her towel in place, and crosses the bathroom until she’s standing in front of me. “I was so sad when you reacted like that, but I knew it was a possibility.” Her gaze drops, and she stutters, “And I—I knew you might not want it to be me. After all, you were talking to both of us at the same time.”

  I tuck a knuckle under her chin, lifting her face to me. “I don’t want you to question what I’m feeling. Yes, I was talking to Sherlock4Love. But that started before I realized my feelings for you were changing. Growing. I think I’ve been slowly falling for your brilliant mind and fiery tongue since the beginning of the year.”

  Her eyes soften and become wet with unshed tears.

  “Anyway, I hope—I hope you aren’t disappointed. I hate that you thought for even a second I would be. Here you thought you were meeting … I don’t even know who you envisioned me to be. But you obviously didn’t think you were getting your coworker when we planned to meet. So, the real question is why you showed up anyway, even after you knew it was me?”

  Please tell me you like me and want me no matter what. Please. I feel anxious for her answer in a way that is completely unfamiliar to me. Why does her answer feel so huge? So monumental?

  She gives me a confused smile. “These last few weeks have been both the best and worst weeks of my life. I’ve had steadily emerging feelings for who I thought were two different men. I’ve never been more shaken, but at the same time, I was excited. I couldn’t quite believe that I’d had no one, and then I was going to have to choose between two of you. I had no idea what to do. When I agreed to meet Professor M., I was hoping that we wouldn’t click in person. I was terrified we would … because there was also this other guy, who I get to see every day and whose kisses make me lose my grasp on reality.”

  With a gentle tug, I pull her closer to me, then brush a kiss across her lips. “I could tell just by talking to you that we had amazing chemistry—and I have to laugh, but my sister, Esme, actually called it correctly, I’m afraid.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “She kept referring to our arguments as some sort of elaborate foreplay.” I chuckle. “Don’t tell her she was right. She’ll get a big head about it.”

  She stifles a giggle, but goes right back to her serious face. “You’re very distracting. I still have things to say.”

  “Then say them. Tell me everything.”

  She wrinkles her nose, gripping my hips with her hands. “You know, at first I was relieved it was you and I was only dealing with one person. But then I was terrified you’d been kissing me, but talking to her—which, coincidentally, was also me—and I—” She stops, shaking her head.

  “You said it earlier. You were afraid of disappointing me.” I take her head between my hands, kissing her soft and slow until she relaxes. My voice is husky as the words are torn straight out of my heart. “Baby, you’d never disappoint me. Never.”

  “You are both of my fantasies rolled into one, Damon.” She eases back to look into my eyes. “I’ve never been so happy.”

  As I hug her trembling body to me, I know I’ve made the right decision. I just hope Piper sees it the same way.

  Chapter 31

  Piper

  “Piper, baby.” A gruff voice near my ear startles me awake. I freeze, terrified. “Piper.” Warm, minty breath drifts over my face. I immediately calm. Damon.

  My eyes flicker open to find him kneeling on the bed next to me. “Good morning.” My voice is scratchy and thick with sleep.

  “I’m going to head out. I don’t want to show up to work in jeans.” He kisses my cheek. “I thought I’d run home and shower, then see you at work.”

  I smile sleepily at him. “Okay.” I still can’t believe the odd twist of fate—or maybe it was Tryst—that brought Damon to me twice. “Is this real life?”

  “Do you want it to be?”

  “I do,” I murmur. I freeze, cringing a little. That sounded kind of like taking a wedding vow.

  Damon chuckles next to my ear, reading my mind perfectly. “Might be a little soon to head to the altar, Sherlock, but maybe we could get there someday.”

  I freeze again. Eyes blink. Heart races. “It’s not fair to mess with a woman who is only half-awake.”

  “I don’t play games even though I called myself Professor M. Piper, I’m not a fan of leading people on. Someday, sweetheart.” He kisses my temple and climbs off the bed. “I’ll see you at school.”

  Someday. I’m way up somewhere on cloud nine. I swear, I’ve just half-floated through getting ready for the day and all the way to school. In the office, I grab a stack of papers out of my mailbox, turn to wave a cheery good morning to the secretaries, and hum my way right out the door and down the hallway.

  My thoughts race right back to Damon, who is by far the most amazing lover I’ve ever had. For the first time in my life, I’d lost count of the orgasms. Just remembering every moment with him has my heart pounding fast behind my rib cage. I won’t be able to look at my shower or—holy shit—my living room floor without a swift rush of memories assailing me.

  I duck into the library to find my whole tribe gathered around Madison’s desk, whispering away to each other. “Did I miss the memo?”

  Five heads turn at once, eyes lighting up.

  Zoey rushes to me first, putting an arm around me and guiding me to their little circle. “Well, we kept texting last night, but we never heard back from you, so we gave up and planned to meet this morning.”

  Sophia eyes me with a smirk. “I’m guessing she hasn’t looked at her phone.”

  “Like, at all.” Madison grins big.

  “Were you busy getting busy last night? Please say yes!” Hadleigh nods her head, as if willing me to agree with her.

  “What? I missed text messages? I just randomly came in here on my way past.” I glance at my phone to see thirty plus text notifications. “Oh. I guess I was kind of preoccupied.” A bubble of laughter works its way up from my belly. “Sorry.” I cover my mouth with my hand.

  Quinn snickers. “You dirty girl, don’t be sorry. We kind of thought maybe, but then we knew there were a few stumbling blocks and we weren’t sure.”

  “For all we knew, you were fighting, biting each other’s heads off.” Sophia shrugs with a broad grin.

  “No. I’m just … I’m just—”

  “She’s dickstruck, ladies. Our genius friend can’t even get a sentence out properly.” Hadleigh giggle-snorts.

  My mouth drops open.

  Quinn points a finger at me. “Nope. Don’t even try to deny that one. I think Hadleigh is spot on.”

  “I won’t deny it. He was amazing last night. He is amazing.”

  “Piper, what’s this?” Zoey picks up the top paper on my stack of mail.

  “I hadn’t looked yet. I’ve been in a bit of a daze. Why? What does it say?”

  “It looks like you’ve been called into a meeting tomorrow afternoon with Principal Smith.”

  My eyes widen. “I wonder what that’s all about.”

  “Well, surely, it’s the decision on the department chair position, right?”

  I give a swift shake to my head. “It can’t be.”

  Chapter 32

  Damon

  This day has gone on forever. I can’t wait to pull Piper into my arms and do all the absolutel
y inappropriate things to her that I’ve been thinking of all day. But first, I want to take her home with me—as in home to my family. Because, yes, I’m that sure.

  “You really want me to meet the rest of your family?” She takes my hand when I offer it as we walk to our vehicles.

  I give a firm nod. “Yes. I absolutely do.”

  “It’s not too soon?” Her face is full of anxious hope as she gazes up at me.

  If Elena is any indication, the minute she meets the rest of my family, they will love her. Elena had been so mad at me the other day when I’d just assumed Piper had to be fucking with me on Tryst. I’ll never forget the look on Elena’s face when she came to Piper’s defense. She’d been angry and insistent that Ms. Mathison is not a liar. That she’s a good person—the best kind of person. I suck in a breath. Piper’s the kind I want to grab onto and never let go of. I’m pretty sure my whole family will be excited for both of us.

  We take both vehicles back to Piper’s complex first. She dashes into her apartment and comes out with an overnight bag and climbs eagerly into my Pathfinder. We’d decided earlier that after we’ve had dinner with my family, she’ll come back to my place. I take her hand as we drive back across town to my family’s home. Now that I have her, I find I don’t want to be without her touch, not for a damn minute.

  At the door, I stop, turning her to face me. I don’t want to go in there without making it very clear to her just why I asked her to come with me.

  Our gazes connect.

  “You’re freaking me out. Is something wrong?”

  “Not at all.” I want her to look at me, to really see me, to really hear what I’m saying. I lift a hand to her cheek, caressing her skin with my thumb. “I need to say this to you, and I want to do it before we go in and you’re immediately surrounded by my family.”