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  She lifted up and fitted the tip of his cock to the mouth of her pussy, and he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He might be suffering the tortures of the damned, but there was no fucking way he was gonna miss watching her work that tight little body over his dick.

  God, she was moving slowly. So slowly that Kevin knew he’d have lost what scrap of a mind he had left by the time she’d taken him all. Inch by excruciating inch she worked that steamy little pussy down the length of his cock, and Kevin clenched again, fighting for control, for time; time for them both to fully savor the agony of this slow consummation.

  “You’re fucking killing me, you know,” he muttered on a ragged breath. She just smiled.

  Finally, praise God, halleluiah and cue the angel choir, he was all the way in. Like she always did, she seemed to sense what he needed, and stopped for a moment, pussy gripping him like a hand, giving him time to gather back the scraps of control she’d left him.

  He didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until a low buzzing sound had them popping back open. She rose above him like some pale, creamy goddess; her smile seductive and mysterious. In her hands she held the long, thin vibrator. Why the fuck had he told her to go for it? He wasn’t going to fucking survive her.

  She rose slowly, her pussy squeezing his dick dizzyingly. He didn’t know where she’d learned that little trick with the oil in the condom, but he felt his eyes roll back in his head as the latex slipped and slid over his tip.

  When she’d lifted almost off, she turned off the vibe and reached down to wedge the tip at the mouth of her pussy. She took care to elaborately adjust the toy, nestling the tip of the vibrator just under the head of his dick. Then she slid slowly, slowly, slowly down, engulfing his dick and the vibrator in a grip that was so tight, so mind-numbingly good that it could only be called painful.

  “Trust me, baby,” he rasped. “You don’t wanna do that.” His voice was rough, his throat felt raw, which was funny because he was pretty sure the screams had all been on the inside.

  Her smile was serene. “Trust me, baby,” she answered. “I so want to do this.” Before he could find his voice to protest, her hands got busy between their bodies and a low hum filled the air, followed by his shout, and then hers as the vibrator sent splinters of exquisite agony through his dick.

  His hips were jerking, surging desperately upwards. He knew nothing but the pleasure, the need to thrust, to grind into her until the conflagration in his balls consumed them both.

  She leaned into him, catching his lips in a wet, violent kiss. He drank her in, breathed her into his pores, and she writhed on him, hips churning in time with the vibrations that, any minute now, were going to blow the top off his head.

  When she sat up again, he realized she’d had an ulterior motive in leaning down. In her hand was the silver egg. With the flick of a dial, the toy began to vibrate and hum, and Kevin wondered if this was his reward for being a very good boy, or his punishment for his many, many sins.

  He pounded up into her. She stayed put, swiveling her hips and clenching muscles he hadn’t even realized a woman had so that she rolled the vibrating dildo over his dick in a crazy massage.

  As if his mind wasn’t blown enough, now she was reaching down, laying the egg against her clit. Her back arched, her head tipped back, and she let out a keening cry of pleasure that wrapped around his balls. Fuck, hell, dammit, he would not come without her.

  She panted, mouth wet and open, breath jerking as she circled her hips on his cock and the two toys. The vibration sank into his pelvis, resonating through his core, tangling with the vibrations against his dick. Fucking Heaven. Fucking Hell if she didn’t go over soon so he could fucking come.

  He didn’t realize he’d breathed the words aloud until she laughed, squeezing tight and sending sparks over his entire body.

  “I want to feel you come,” she murmured, keeping up that insane rhythm, stealing his mind and his heart and his soul.

  “You first,” he grunted back, barely able to form coherent thought, let alone actual words.

  She smiled – it lit up the entire fucking room – and leaned back so her hand could slide under him, wiggling behind his balls.

  He had just enough time to realize where she’d pressed the egg, just enough mind to curse viciously, then the vibrations started. They rocketed through the ridge of skin behind his balls, shook the very root of his cock, and sent a spurt of electricity through his entire nervous system.

  He arched violently, nearly bucking her off. His head ground into the pillow, his feet dug into the mattress. He dimly heard the headboard creak under the sudden and powerful flexing of his arms.

  And he came, like he’d never come before.

  It went on… and on… and on… Every time he started to come down, her pussy tightened on him and he shot harder, shot more. He figured he must be overflowing the fucking condom.

  When his convulsions finally slowed, she was still panting, still clenching on his dick, which was amazingly hard considering the violence of his orgasm.

  “Make yourself come, baby,” he rasped out. He so needed to see it, to feel it around him. “If you won’t let me loose to do it for you, then bring yourself off.”

  She met his eyes, hers liquid and soft, then let her lids slide closed and nodded. Lifting up with a slow, aching stroke, she removed the vibrator, which allowed her pussy to clench even tighter around his supersensitive cock. Their groans of pleasure sounded like sweet music to his ears.

  Seating him fully inside her, she resumed her slow, grinding circles. Her skin flushed, nipples beaded, her breath sawed raggedly between damp pink lips.

  “Give me your nipples,” he growled. They swayed over him like ripe fruit, and he wanted, needed, a taste.

  She leaned in obligingly, and he caught one swollen nipple between his teeth to tug gently. She cried out sharply and fumbled on the bed next to them. He sucked her nipple between his lips, drew in as much as he could take, and she whimpered her pleasure.

  The circles of her hips spun faster, and then she was wedging the egg between them, grinding her clit down on the diabolical little toy while he moved from side to side, taking first one nipple, then it’s twin, until she jerked upright, arching with a pure, musical cry as she went incandescent, flaming into a climax like none he’d ever seen.

  The beauty of it, the fire, yanked him along with her and he found himself freefalling into a second, equally powerful orgasm of his own.

  She wilted against him, palms braced on his abdomen as she dragged in long, rough drafts of air.

  “Let me loose,” he ground out when he’d regained enough air to speak. He was still inside her, still swollen and full, swimming in the slick heat of the oil and his own cum in the condom. And she was still caressing him, her pussy clenching and releasing in tiny, strong aftershocks.

  She moved clumsily up and fumbled with the buckles, finally releasing the restraints. Before she could sit up he was moving, one hand on the back of her neck, the other reaching down to catch the condom as he pulled out, rolled her over, covered her like a blanket as he buried his lips in hers.

  The kiss was hungry and raw. Kevin felt like a man dying of thirst who was suddenly gifted with a spring of sweet, cool water. Her lips and tongue were as sweet as her pussy. Addictive. His kissed her until her mouth was red and swollen, until no one could look at her and doubt what they’d been doing.

  Slowly his brain began to function again. Slowly his body began to cool. He ate at her lips, savoring the honey of her tongue, before moving down to sample at the salt of her skin. He skimmed his lips and tongue along her jaw line, burrowing his nose into the damp tangle of curls behind her ear and teasing the tender skin there with nibbles and light suction.

  She tangled her slender fingers in his hair and drew his head up. “No more,” she whispered. “Anything more will be too much.”

  It was his turn to give an evil grin. “Jojo, there’s no such thing as too much.” He licked a
path along her neck, setting his teeth lightly into the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Before he really considered what he was doing he licked over the sweet flesh, biting at it, sucking hard until he was certain that his marks would remain there as well. The sex had overwhelmed him and a strange foreign feeling of possessiveness filled him. He remembered how Jimmy practically tripped over himself to be near her at the station. Not fucking gonna happen again, he determined. Not while Kevin was around. Joanna Balentine was off limits to the mutts at the firehouse.

  “Maybe the town’s right,” he muttered against her skin. “You are a fucking witch.” He captured her mouth again in a blistering kiss designed to claim ownership, something Kevin had never been interested in before. She must be a witch, because he wanted her in his bed for a very long time to come. He wanted her passion, her need her desire.

  Kevin pushed his fingers through her thick hair, keeping her eyes on him, breath to breath, even soul to soul. The intimacy was world shattering, exhilarating, terrifying.

  Finally Kevin moved off of her, moving to her side and pulling her over him until she wrapped around him like a hot, silken blanket. He wrapped an arm around her, sliding his hand back up to wind through her wild, Gypsy hair, and her hand landed on his chest, thumb absently stroking his nipple. He felt himself drifting, let himself go. His last thought before sinking into sleep was that he hoped she was as knocked on her ass as he was.

  Chapter FiveJo snuggled down into Kevin’s side, relieved when he drifted off to sleep. She slowly stroked her hand up and down his chest. She loved the way his skin felt against hers. He was so solid and strong. But there was such vulnerability inside him, behind his eyes. When she’d held him inside of her, Jo had felt a connection, a deep well of oneness that she’d never really believed existed outside of her painting. When she held a brush in her hand, reality slipped away and Jo was carried on a river of creativity that was born from her soul. It was natural and right and she never called into question the goodness of it.

  She had the same feeling lying beside Kevin, holding him inside of her. Making love with him made her feel like she did when she painted.

  He stirred beneath her hand, giving a luxurious little stretch that sent tingles along her skin where it was pressed to his.

  “Are you okay?” Jo smiled at the inane question. Lazy satisfaction glowed around him, but it was obvious he was uncomfortable with small talk.

  “You don’t have to say anything right now, Kevin.” Her finger circled his nipple in a slow caress.

  He shifted to his side to face her, his head in his hand. Those lake blue eyes boring into her.

  “How do you do that?” he asked, reaching out to move her tangled hair away from her face.

  Jo shrugged her shoulders. She wasn’t about to tell him that his emotions were practically bleeding through his skin. He might be getting more comfortable with the idea of her gift, but she doubted he was that comfortable

  “Does it matter?” she finally asked. “Just know that I don’t need you to fill the quiet space with platitudes that have no meaning.” He continued to stroke her hair and broke out into a giant smile.

  “Joanna, you are truly unlike any woman I have ever known.”

  “Is that a good thing?”

  He gave her a bad boy smile, and was leaning in to take her lips when a shrill beeping sound jerked them apart.

  “Shit” Kevin muttered. He rolled out of the bed and stumbled to the living room to grab jacket. Pulling the radio out of his pocket he barked, “Kryszenski,” and scowled at the response.

  “Massive structure fire at 2128 Currier. All personnel called to duty.”

  He cursed again. “Kryszenski to base, eta ten minutes.”

  Jo stood in the bedroom doorway wrapped in a sheet watching him, her heart in her throat. Kevin slid past her with a brief caress to her cheek, stooping to grab his jeans.

  . “My storage building,” she said softly.

  He was tugging his shirt over his head, but paused. “What?”

  “That address…that… That’s where my storage area is.”

  Kevin finished pulling on his shirt and moved to her side, cupping her face in his large, strong hands and dropping a gentle kiss to her lips. “Damn, baby. I’m sorry.”

  Jo tightened her grip on the sheet and followed him into the living room. “Let me come with you.”

  “No time, baby. Besides, structure fires can be tricky, and I won’t risk you getting hurt. You stay here, and I’ll call as soon as I can with news.” He’d stomped his feet into his boots and headed for the door without bothering to tie them. He bent and pressed one last, quick kiss on her cheek and headed out the door, adding, “I’ll be back when we kill the monster.”

  Jo went back to her bedroom, searching the floor for her clothes. She was not about to sit here like some Victorian heroine waiting for news. There were literally thousands of dollars worth of supplies in that warehouse, which was bad enough, but what struck cold dread into her heart was the thought of all her paintings that had never seen the light of day. She refused to sit on her hands while such a big part of her was destroyed.

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  Jo arrived to the controlled chaos of the firefighters doing their best to save the storage facility. The building housed only ten storage rooms, and by the time Jo could make out anything through the smoke and people standing around watching, the building was no more. The pile of stone and ash brought tears to her eyes. Never mind the supplies. She could always buy more. No, for Jo the real tragedy was in the loss of her paintings. Ten years worth of her work was gone.

  Moving closer to the edge of the crowd, Jo saw Kevin. She shouldn’t have recognized him in his heavy gear, but he’d worked so far into her heart, there was no way she’d ever mistake him for someone else. He and another man were spraying down the piles of rubble, she assumed to put out any hot spots that might still be lurking beneath the concrete.

  Thank God, at least he was safe.

  Her tears were hot as they fell from her stinging, burning eyes, and streaked down her face. She wiped at them with the backs of her hands, her heart breaking. Desperate for a distraction she turned to scan the onlookers. All of them were alarmed by the fire, frightened by the ferocity of the blaze. Not to mention that it was the second such fire in less than a week.

  Suddenly she felt bile build in her throat. Malevolence, hot and slick coated her skin. The person who set this fire was somewhere among the crowd. She could feel him watching. Watching…watching and waiting… for what? Jo wasn’t sure, but the hatred falling over the crowd like another thick blanket of smoke threatened to choke her.

  Turning, she walked through the milling throng, trying to discern the source of her feeling. Though this was no mere feeling. This was an absolute. Her eyes blurred as the faces in the crowd ran together.

  Dammit where are you? She passed through the crowd twice unable to pick up anything more then a sense of glee and rage. Her frustration dried her tears, and she began to feed off the anger floating around her.

  “Jo?” It took a long moment for her to pull out of her own mind and understand that someone was speaking to her. “Baby? What are you doing here?” Kevin appeared before like a dream. His helmet was off, his face streaked with black soot. His gem-like eyes glowed in his grimy face.

  “I…I had to see it, Kevin. A lot of my work was in there.” The grief came back and she felt her face crumple. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. His heavy jacket dug uncomfortable into her skin, but she didn’t care. It was the best, most necessary hug she’d ever gotten. She buried her nose in his jacket, the smell of smoke and sweat filling her head. Clenching her hands into the stiff fabric she let herself sink into him.

  “I’m sorry, Jojo,” he stroked her hair. “By the time I got here the building was gone.” He pressed a kiss to her crown, and she felt it clear to her heart.

  “The firebug is here,” she whispered. “I can feel him in the crow
d, and he’s pissed off.”

  Kevin pulled back. “Joanna, what are you talking about?”

  “The person setting these fires. He’s here and he’s angry.” She gripped his sleeves, eyes dark with worry.

  “Who is he, baby? Where is he?”

  “I don’t know who it is, only that he’s here.” She watched his eyes go from concerned to indulgent. He didn’t believe her. He might not say it out loud, but it was in his eyes. He was looking at her like an adult placating a child in order to avoid a tantrum. “You think I’m nuts don’t you?”

  He pulled her back into his arms, kissing her temple. She got the faint sense that he didn’t know what to think.

  “I know you believe what you say, and it’s possible, even probable, that if this fire was deliberately set then the arsonist is here.”

  She pulled back enough to look him in the eye. “There’s no question that this fire was deliberately set.” She gave a little shiver and let her eyes wander over the crowd again. “And the arsonist is definitely here.”

  “Let’s just wait until we find out what the report says.”

  All the emotion of the last two days caught up with her in a rush of anger, and Joanna pushed at Kevin’s chest until he let her go. “Dammit, Kevin, don’t treat me like a child. I know what I’m talking about. You can pick and choose when you want to believe in my gift, but I’m not wrong about this.”

  “Sweetheart, calm down.” He tried to pull her back into his embrace, but Jo wasn’t about to let him seduce her out of her anger.

  “You listen here Kevin Kryszenski, I am right about this and by choosing to disbelieve me you could very well be setting up the next fire, because he’s not done.”