We Fall Like Ashes | Wildfire Series

Seventeen: Purgatory

"YOUR TURN TO STRIP, SWEETHEART."

With my pants riding low on my hips, I decided it was time for someone else to start losing some clothes.

Collins bit down on her lip, seemingly contemplating her choices before rolling over on the bed. Her ass popped up for a second, and I barely withheld the urge to palm it. She pushed upward, kneeling on the bed with her back to me. Once straightened, she flashed a heated glance over her shoulder.

"Unzip me?"

"Nothing would make me happier."

And that wasn't a lie.

I brushed a finger down her spine, loving the feel of gooseflesh rising. When I reached the edge of her dress, I fumbled with the zipper for a second—tiny little fucker—before easing it down. Her dress peeled open, leaving beautiful skin in its wake. Before I could second-guess myself, I flicked the clasp of her bra open, too.

This was officially a no-clothes zone. And I planned for it to stay that way all night, and maybe even all morning, too.

That satiny dress fell to her waist, meaning that when I hooked an arm around Collins, pulling her back, our bare, feverish skin collided. My chest, her back. Who knew a back could feel so fucking...good? It was the heat, the closeness—soothing and unnerving all at once.

"Tell me again," I whispered in her ear. Her hair tickled my nose, and it smelled so flowery, so feminine and sweet.

She squirmed when I coasted my palm across her bare midsection. "What?"

"That I can touch you."

My fingertips reached the bottom curve of her breast, sweeping under it, and she arched back. Wanting more.

"You can touch me."

I eagerly cupped her in my palm, brushing my thumb across her peaked nipple. Fuck, what a handful. What an overflowing handful. I didn't realize perfect tits like hers existed, but sure as fuck, here they were.

Collins' head fell back onto my shoulder as she moaned in response. Twisting my head to the side, I captured her lips, kissing her quick.

"Are you with me?" I asked, using my other hand to slide beneath her half-fallen dress and cup her sex firmly. Collins gasped, rocking her hips up as I trailed a finger over her wet slit. "Because I'm gonna need you to talk, baby."

"I'm with you, Beau," she said on an exhale that made me so fucking giddy.

"Good." I smiled. "Now tell me what you like."

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My dick and I were in a heated argument right now. Because, yeah, I was walking away from a naked Collins, and yeah, it was physically painful to give up on the opportunity to crawl back into bed, especially when I still had the taste of her in my mouth. But I had to.