I reach for the firefighter instinctively, my fingers tracing over the curve of his chest as I push the heavy leather jacket from his shoulders.
The weight of the leather hits the carpeted floor with a soft thud as my hands move downward once more, finding the hem of his t-shirt, tugging the fabric upward as Ryker’s arms rise above his head in silent invitation.
Tossing the white top aside, I lean in closer. I inhale deeply before I run my tongue along one of the deep grooves carved into his chest, tasting the slight musk from his body wash. The older man groans roughly, a sound that sparks through me, making me shudder.
I flick the tip of my tongue over his n****e, biting down on the hardened centre of his areola. The man in front of me grunts out a muted hiss of pain until I salve th
