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Burn (Electric Series #3)

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by E. L. Todd


  But this was electrifying.

  His tongue dove into my mouth and found mine. They danced together to their own music before they broke apart again, followed by a series of pants and moans.

  He gripped me harder, pulling my hips into his as he devoured me with ravenous kisses. He wanted all of me, and it was clear he was going to take me and never let go.

  He found the hem of my shirt and quickly pulled it over my head while hardly breaking our kiss. His hands ran up my soft stomach until he reached my breasts. He palmed them through my bra before he yanked the straps down, getting the flimsy material off me as soon as possible.

  When I was topless, he pressed his forehead to mine and examined my naked body. He rubbed my tits with growing desire, his breathing shallow and broken. One hand returned to my hair as he gave me more kisses, his erection hard in his sweatpants.

  I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off his chiseled body, revealing the lines of hard muscle and the valleys in between. He was the kind of man I’d pinned to my wall as a teenager. He was the kind of man who would make me weak in the knees the second he smiled at me. That this kind of man had fallen in love with me made me believe dreams really did come true.

  He moved for my jeans next, shoving them down to my knees before he got them off my ankles. Instead of letting me strip him, he did the honors and pulled off his remaining clothes until he was naked in front of me.

  My nails dug into his chest because I couldn’t control myself. I was hot and bothered in the most intimate way possible, and now I wanted him inside me.

  No, I needed him inside me.

  He fingered the lace of my panties, eyeing the butterflies on the print. They weren’t the underwear I would have worn if I’d known this was going to happen, but they were about to come off anyway.

  His hand dragged them off my ass and to my thighs. He watched the movements he made, his cock twitching in anticipation. Then he pulled them down my legs and to my ankles. Instead of rising right away, he stayed below me and kissed my inner thighs and my knees. He kneeled before me, treasuring me like I was his queen.

  And he was my king.

  As he rose back to his full height, he kissed my hips then my stomach. His kisses trailed between my breasts and up to my neck. He gave the skin delicate caresses that turned aggressive just the moment he pulled away.

  He looked into my eyes without saying a word. He didn’t kiss me again. All he did was stare.

  And I stared back.

  He moved me to the bed, positioning himself on top of me until my head rested back on the pillow. Our bodies were tangled together, and we were about to go to a place we’d never been before.

  I was excited. Beyond excited.

  Volt wrapped one of my legs around his waist and kissed me slowly, taking our heat down to a simmering level. His cock rubbed against my folds as he moved, and when he dragged his length across my clitoris, it felt euphoric. I moaned into his mouth because it felt so amazing. My slick wetness slid against his dick, lubricating it.

  He paused in his kiss because our movements felt so powerful. He breathed into me, his hand clenching my thigh to stop himself. After he felt grounded, he opened his nightstand and pulled out a foil packet.

  Within a snap of a finger, my arousal disappeared. Seeing him rip the foil and grab the latex as he rolled it onto his impressive length didn’t turn me on like it should. If anything, it offended me. I felt like any other woman he brought back to his place. I didn’t feel special. I just felt like one of the many. Being separated by a piece of material, restricting our skin-to-skin contact, murdered the romance. It made it feel physical rather than emotional. I wanted all of him. And I wanted him to release inside me, to give me every single drop.

  Volt positioned himself again and prepared to enter me. When he saw the look on my face, he stopped, immediately knowing something wasn’t right. He stared at me in silence as he tried to figure out what had changed so suddenly.

  I grabbed the base of his dick and pulled the condom off. I tossed it on the floor, out of sight and out of mind. Now I wasn’t sure what to do. The moment had been broken, and I wasn’t sure if we could get it back.

  He held himself over me, the apology in his eyes. “I didn’t want to be presumptuous.”

  “You could have asked.”

  “I didn’t want to ask…not when we were in the moment.”

  His plan backfired. “I don’t want something separating us. I don’t want to be one of the others. I want you.”

  “You have me.” He positioned himself over me, tilting my hips back so he had the best angle of entry. “Are you on the pill?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And I’m clean.”

  “I know.” If he weren’t, he would have said something. I trusted him more than anyone. If there were something I needed to know, he would have told me.

  He pressed his massive body on top of me, our faces touching. He gave me a slow kiss without entering me, trying to make me feel that heat all over again. When he kissed me like he loved me, it didn’t take long. I fell deep into him, spiraling headfirst into the fire. I could feel the flames around me, burning me with their spark.

  My nails dragged down his back, scratching the skin in anticipation. Judging by the size of his package, I knew he would make my toes curl and my vocal cords snap. It would feel better than any other experience of my life. It would burn me alive.

  He held his weight on his arms and pressed his tip against me. After a few gentle pushes, he got his thick head inside me, and the immediate stretching felt so good. I moaned quietly underneath him, feeling his eyes burn into me. He studied every expression, breathing hard as he watched me enjoy him.

  He inched his way farther inside me, slowly sinking until he was completely sheathed.

  My nails dug deeper into his back, tearing at the skin. I breathed harder into him, his lips just inches from mine. He was so thick and long. My body could hardly accommodate his large size. It took my channel a minute to acclimate to him. I knew it was molding to him so I could take him again in the future.

  He fisted my hair and held me in place, keeping my face directed on his. He breathed quietly, his cock twitching inside me. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

  “You’re just big.”

  He pinned his arms behind my knees and slowly pulled out of me, removing everything except his head. Then he descended again, stretching me just as he had before. His thrusts were slow, but he groaned like he enjoyed each one.

  My hands moved to his biceps, and I dug my nails into the muscle. They were thick and powerful, tensing every time he lowered his hips into me. I felt so full whenever he was all the way inside me. I was stretched wide and felt distant pain tingle through my body. But it was the kind of pain that felt so good. When he inserted himself completely, it stretched me wide apart, pulling at my clitoris and making it run directly against his cock.

  I’d never felt that before.

  He restrained himself and never moved quickly. Each thrust was slow but packed with his entire length. He went balls deep, his cock and his pelvic bone rubbing against me simultaneously.

  He didn’t kiss me because his lips were lifeless. The unfathomable feelings swept over us and brought us to our knees. I wasn’t thinking in that moment because there were too many sensations to process. All I was doing was feeling, sensing, tasting.

  The action hadn’t been going for long, maybe a few minutes, and I already felt the congregation of heat right in my core. It was blinding hot and overwhelming, burning me from the inside out. I hardly climaxed during sex, let alone in the first few minutes. But Volt took me to the edge right from the beginning when he gave me his heart.

  “You’re about to come.” He rocked into me a little harder now that my body could take him. “I can feel it.”

  “Because you feel so good.”

  He cupped my face and gave me a slow kiss, tugging my bottom lip before he released it. Then he rubbed his nose against mine, h
is sexual desire replaced by heartfelt love. He told me he loved me without saying it. He showed it with just a simple look, a simple kiss.

  And that made me ignite.

  My nails dug into his biceps as I felt the explosion hit me everywhere. My veins became tunnels for traveling fire, and my heart slammed into hyperdrive as my blood pounded. I moaned uncontrollably in his face, my moans turning into screams. The sensation was foreign, and my body couldn’t handle how toxically good it was. Before it was even finished, I knew I wanted to have another.

  My eyes closed momentarily because I got lost in the feeling. My head rolled back, and I clung to him harder, needing an anchor so I wouldn’t fly away.

  “Look at me.”

  My eyes flashed open, and I saw the darkness in his eyes. He was getting off on my expression, the heat in my cheeks and the satisfied look in my eyes, not to mention how tightly my muscles constricted around his dick.

  My hands dragged down his back, feeling the mountains of muscle until I reached his ass. I felt the power in his cheeks, and I dug my nails in sharply, pulling him farther into me. “Your turn.” I’m sure he could make me explode again, make my toes curl until they broke. But I wanted him to fill me, to claim me as his own in the most intimate way possible. I wanted him to feel what I just felt—and to feel it from me.

  He thrust into me harder, giving me everything he had. He hit me in the same spot continuously, making me tense all over again. His contact with my eyes never broke as he reached his climax. He was much quieter than I was, but his eyes gave him away.

  He sank all the way inside me before he released, groaning as his hot seed filled me. A quiet moan escaped the back of his throat, and he pressed his lips tightly together as he emptied himself.

  I’d never let a man go inside me bare before—and it felt so good.

  I was covered in sweat, my nipples still hard. His hair was a mess from the way I dragged my fingers through it. He was sweaty too, but in a sexy, yummy kind of way.

  He stayed inside me long after he finished and only semi-hard. He kissed the corner of my mouth then placed kisses down my neck and to the valley between my tits. Without saying anything, I knew exactly what he was doing.

  His dick hardened again in ten minutes, and he was ready to make love to me all over again.

  And I was ready too.

  ***

  When I woke up, he was no longer beside me.

  The sheets were rumpled and wrinkled from rolling back and forth. They reeked of sweaty sex, and I never thought I would love that smell so much. My body was packed with so much of his come I wasn’t sure if he could deposit anymore.

  I sat up in bed and peered through the darkness. He was nowhere in sight, and the bedroom door was closed. His phone and wallet were on the nightstand, so I knew he was somewhere in the apartment. I pulled on his baggy sweatpants and t-shirt before I searched for him.

  When I entered the kitchen, I found him. It was one in the morning and the windows showed the black sky and the endless lights of New York. He was cooking at the stove, a glass of scotch on the counter beside him.

  I came up behind him, admiring the sculpted muscles of his back. They rippled every time he moved, shifting with his strength. His boxers hung low on his hips, showing the prominent curve of his back.

  I walked to his side then took a drink of his scotch. The ice cubes shifted in the glass and pressed against my lips before I returned the glass to the granite countertop.

  He was making vegetable stir-fry with tofu, an odd thing to be making at that hour. He eyed me next to him, fondness shining in his eyes. Then he turned back to what he was doing. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “You didn’t. I woke up when I noticed you were gone.”

  He turned the stove off and stirred the veggies inside the pan. “Are you hungry? We haven’t eaten anything since… It’s been a while.” A small smile stretched across his lips. He looked like a completely different man. He was happy, truly happy.

  And I was the reason for that. “I’m a little hungry.”

  “I hope you like vegetable stir-fry.”

  I cringed. “Not a big fan of tofu.”

  “Is there something else I can make you?”

  I walked to the fridge and opened the freezer. Of course, he had no ice cream, the one thing I wanted. “I’m going to have to make some changes in here…” I shut the door and looked inside the fridge. There was nothing but fruit, meat, and vegetables.

  “Like what?” He poured his dinner into a bowl and leaned against the counter as he ate.

  “First of all, ice cream.”

  “Done.”

  “Pop-Tarts.”

  “Really?” he asked with a laugh.

  “I’m guessing you’ve never had one.”

  “When I was young.”

  “Well, we need to refresh your memory. We need some more junk food around here.”

  “Make a list, and I’ll take care of it.” He ate his food slowly while he eyed me. “You look cute in my clothes.”

  “Thanks. You look cute in no clothes.” I walked over to him until we were face-to-face.

  He set the bowl on the counter and took a bite once in a while, spending more time paying attention to me than eating. “Thanks.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and held me close, his forehead resting against mine.

  Even though it was late and I had work in the morning, I wanted to stay there with him. Where he went, I wasn’t far behind. We were even more inseparable than we had been before.

  “Are you doing okay?”’

  “What do you mean?” I whispered.

  “Not sore or anything? Because that was a lot of sex we just had.”

  “Not sore at all.” Maybe a little, but it was totally worth it. I never knew making love could be so amazing. It was the greatest sensation in the world. All the other guys I’d been with had no idea what they were doing.

  “Good.”

  “Actually, I think I can handle another round.”

  “Yeah?” The corner of his lips upturned in a smile.

  “Definitely.”

  “Well, let me refuel first. Then I’ll be back to work.” He grabbed the bowl and took another bite.

  I watched every move he made, fascinated by the movement of his mouth. Scruff covered his chin, and he looked sexier when he didn’t shave. “I have a secret…”

  “A secret?” he asked. “What kind of secret?”

  “A secret about you.”

  “Spill it.” He set his bowl down again, more interested in my following words than his food.

  “I came over one night, and you were drunk. It was after you beat up Clay’s father.”

  “That’s not a secret. I remember it.”

  But he didn’t remember all of it.

  “Well, there’s more to the story. You leaned in and kissed me…and I kissed you back. I thought Sage and I were broken up, so I didn’t see why it mattered. It went on for a few minutes before I pulled away.”

  He stared at me, stunned. “I don’t remember that…”

  “I know. But I do. I think it’s when I started having feelings for you. That kiss blew me away, and I’ve looked at you differently ever since. That’s when all those desires and hopeful wishes came to the surface, and I couldn’t hold them back any longer. I think it was the beginning of us.”

  His hands moved to my hips again, bunching up the material of my sweatpants. “The beginning of us happened when I spotted you on that sidewalk with a map in your hands. I could have kept walking but I didn’t. Something told me to stop. And I’m so glad I did.”

  I moved into his chest and felt the warmth of his body. It comforted my fingertips, and the power of his golden heart thumped with every passing second. “Maybe.”

  “I wish we’d figured this out sooner.”

  “Really?” I whispered. “Because I’m pretty happy with the way things turned out.” I pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, my fingertips still wo
rshiping him.

  He looked down at me, the darkness growing in his eyes. His fingers dug into my sides, and he slowly guided me back, heading to his bedroom down the hall. “I have a feeling I’m not going to get a full meal for a long time.” He scooped me up and held me against his chest.

  “I think you’re right.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Volt

  My life was unbelievable.

  I didn’t think I could ever be this happy again. A cloud had passed over me, taking the storm along with it. Now all I saw was sunshine, rainbows, and butterflies.

  The kind on her panties.

  I never thought I could love someone again, let alone admit it. But when I saw her on my doorstep, everything came toppling out. All the fear and insecurity left my body as I laid out the truth. I looked her in the eye and told her I loved her.

  Because I did love her.

  She said something to me that I’d never forget. When I found the right woman, everything would change. I’d be so happy I’d forget what it was like to be anything less than happy.

  And she was right.

  Little did she know, she was talking about herself.

  The sex was amazing—like I expected it to be. It wasn’t quick and dirty, the kind of thing I was used to. I took my time, feeling every inch of her, concentrating on every noise she made and savoring the most sensual moment of my life.

  I didn’t want to stop.

  I spent all my free time with her, and that time was well spent in the bedroom. We never left the sheets, tangled up together so tightly we couldn’t get free.

  But I never wanted to be free of her.

  I arrived at her doorstep wearing my heavy coat. The streets were covered with blankets of snow from the storm that had just passed. I couldn’t go anywhere without my thick boots anymore.

  She opened the door, sexy and cute. But that beauty immediately diminished when fear entered her eyes. “I ruined everything.” She wiped the sweat from her forehead even though it was freezing.

  “Ruined what?” I had no idea what she was talking about.

  She stormed back into her apartment and immediately headed for her tiny kitchen. “I wanted to make a pie for your parents, but I totally ruined it. It’s burnt and disgusting. Ugh.”

 

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