Ryker reaches up to the waistband of my jeans, his thumb flicking over the button, opening it as I suck in a breath. The sound of our breathing and my zipper are the only noise in the last room as the pull slides downward revealing a small section of the fabric of my boxers. He wraps his fingers around the waistband of my jeans and tugs them downward to my ankles.
The firefighter leans in, his nose burying into the fabric of my underwear, as he inhales deeply.
‘f***k, I’ve missed your smell’ he murmurs, ‘you still use the same bodywash.’
I gasp as his tongue flicks along the edge of the elastic waistband, teasing my skin.
‘It’s my . . . favourite’ I manage to force out, as I place my hand on his head to steady myself.
‘I know’ Ryker’s warm breath washes over me as he slowly, moves his
