Page 76 of Living with Fire
My grandparents house is built into the side of a sloping lot. A large bungalow with a walk out basement that leads to the sprawling backyard and rolling hills beyond. While I could have taken her out the patio doors off the kitchen to the large deck that overlooks the land to join everyone in the backyard, I opt to lead Savanna downstairs to give her a tour of the entire house.
At the top of the stairs, I halt, gripping Savanna’s hand tightly to bring her to a stop as well. She turns to look at me, her eyes curious, and I glance towards the basement. It should have occurred to me before I decided on this route that it would potentially be triggering for Savanna. “We can go out the other way if you’d rather.”
There’s a furrow in Savanna’s brow as she glances down the stairs, then back to me. It takes her a moment, but something she must see on my face makes recognition dawn. “I’m okay, Nate.” She gives me a reassuring smile, bumping her shoulder into me. “It’s open and bright, with no door.”
I assess her for one more moment before giving her a nod, satisfied that I won’t be putting her into a bad head space by taking her downstairs. A second later, I’m guiding her again.
The stairs leading to the basement open up to a large games room with a pool table and shuffleboard—the setting for many late night competitions between me and my cousins during family gatherings. Beyond that lies a casual family room filled with oversized couches and chairs, and a big screen TV that fills almost the entire wall beside the corner with a small wet bar.
To my surprise, the basement is empty. With a family as large as ours, it’s not often you find these rooms unoccupied at one of our get-togethers.
There’s a small tug on my hand when I reach the bottom of the stairs, and I pause, glancing over my shoulder to where Savanna has also stopped, one step higher. The difference makes us eye level and I move to face her. She’s glancing around the open space, then casts a quick look back up the stairs. Ensuring we’re alone.
When she finally looks at me, she’s chewing on her bottom lip, worry in her gray eyes. “You didn’t mind, did you?”
My eyebrows raise in surprise. “Mind? Mind that you shut my aunts up before they could utter a single word?”
Savanna blows out a breathy laugh then nods.
“Are you kidding?” I ask, my voice low as I step closer to her. My free hand finds her hip, my fingers sliding across the delicate fabric of her dress, the warmth of her body seeping through to me. I swear she shivers at the touch, leaning closer. Seeking more. “It was the sexiest thing I think I’ve ever seen. No one ever challenges them, or meets them head on. It was brilliant.”
Her cheeks flush at my praise. “Spur of the moment idea while I was freshening up.”
Freshening up. In a room with a lock where no eyes could pry. Because of me and what we’d done in the truck. My cock twitches at the memory, my eyes darting to her lips. Soft and pliable. She’d yielded to every brush of my lips, every stroke of my tongue.
“Nate…”
My name is a gasp of air. Her chest rises in such a way that I know she’s being assaulted by the same memory. The movement draws my attention down to where her exposed skin is flushing, the blush disappearing below the neckline of her dress. I found out in the truck that there was no bra, though the way the material lays doesn’t show what I’m certain is happening beneath. In the truck her nipples were taut and ripe for playing with, and the way her breath hitches, I know I’d find them the same now.
With deliberate slowness, my eyes peruse back up to her face. Every lick of heat that we tamed before coming inside has roared back to life. Her handling herself upstairs was oxygen to my fire, my intense stare the same to hers. Neither of us move, our heavy breaths the only sound beside the din of noise from the outside party, and the aunts upstairs. We’re completely alone down here, just the two of us. It would be so easy… so fucking easy.
I’m a man of restraint, but fuck if I can find it now. In a single blink, I make a decision. Slipping an arm around her waist, I haul her up against my body, and lift her off the step. She gives a soft squeal of surprise, music to my ears, and releases her hold on my other hand, grabbing onto my shoulders. My feet are already moving, taking us down a hallway off the main rooms that lead to the downstairs bathroom and a row of bedrooms. All spares for guests who spend the night.
The hallway turns to the right and the second we’re out of sight from anyone who may walk through the game room, I’ve got Savanna pinned against the wall opposite a bedroom door. Her back is barely pressed against it when her lips are crashing into mine. Picking up where we left off in the truck.
I groan into the kiss, my hips pressing into hers, cock straining against the fly of my jeans. She lifts a leg, hitching it against my hip, and I grab hold of her thigh, my fingertips digging into the bare flesh where her dress has ridden up.
Our tongues war for position; one second I’m sweeping through the warm crevice of her mouth, tasting the mint of some gum she had earlier, the next she’s flicking the roof of mine. I swallow her moan as my fingers creep up her thigh, her hips grinding into mine, both of us looking for any friction that may ease some of the fire burning inside of us.
It’s no use. The only thing that will curb my desire for her will be being inside of her.
We could use the bathroom. Or one of the bedrooms. The one at my back would be perfect. Or the one further down the hall, further away if someone were to come in and use the bathroom. We’d have to make it quick, but I can work with that. I’m confident it won’t take much to get her off, and I’m wound as tight as ever.
“Fuck,” I hiss, wrenching my lips from hers. Fuck. I don’t have a condom. I don’t have a fucking condom with me.
Savanna is gasping for breath, her fingers curled through the hair at the back of my head. “What? What’s wrong?”
My forehead falls to hers. I blink a few times, breathing hard, trying to think through the fog of desire and need pounding through every inch of my body. It’s like a god damn drum that beats to some music only my blood can hear. It thunders in my ears.
“Nate?”
I blow out a breath, pulling my head back. “I don’t have a condom with me.”
“Oh.”
Disappointment flashes in eyes clouded with the same need I feel. Her hips shift against mine. Not in a move to turn either of us on further, but in an effort to move away from me, to help us both.
I can still make this better for her. I’ll have to wait to bury myself inside of her, but it doesn’t mean she needs to be left longing the entire day.