The Way We Burn

Twenty: Sully

"You probably should be at home resting," Gigi said sort of grumbly as we hauled some supplies in through Kindling's back door.

I'd stayed true to my word and allowed her to drag me to a doctor that morning and after a thorough inspection, the doc told us what I already knew: that I was fine and it was nothing more than an intense looking bruise. "I'm fine, babe," I insisted as I sat the heavy box liquor I was carrying on the bar top. "You heard him. It's just a bruise. Besides, even if it wasn't, its my jaw, not my arms."

Gigi just grumbled some more as she headed for the old jukebox along the back wall. She put in a quarter, punched a couple of buttons and suddenly Santana's "Black Magic Woman" started blaring through the room. Immediately, her hips began to sway as she crooked a finger at me, motioning for me to join her. "Dance with me."

"With pleasure," I smirked, striding toward her.

The second I was within reach, I cupped one hand around her hip and tugged her body against mine, her arms immediately twining around my neck.

"Good thing its just your jaw, huh?" Gigi said softly, a teasing smile curling her red painted lips. "Don't need that to dance."

Goosebumps arose on my arms as her fingers danced along the back of my neck. "You are so fucking sexy," I rasped, my forehead resting against hers as our bodies swayed together. I wasn't much of a dancer, but this? This I could handle. Anything that meant this woman pressed against me was gold in my book.

"Yeah?" Gigi grinned, our breaths mingling in the minuscule amount of space between us. "What are you gonna do about it?"

"I got a couple ideas." The second the last syllable fell from my lips, our mouths crashed together with ferocious hunger.  Her hands tightened, fingers weaving together at the back of my neck, my girl giving as good as she got. At first, my jaw flared with pain, but I was too far gone for her to care.

Both of my hands drifted down her back until I reached the curve of her ass, giving both cheeks a good squeeze as our tongues danced and wove together. A little whimper slipped from Gigi's mouth into mine as I cupped my hands around the tops of her thighs and lifted until her legs wound around my waist.

"How long before someone else shows up?" I asked before taking her earlobe between my teeth and giving it a little nip.

Gigi's body shivered against me as she let out a soft moan. "I don't know," she responded, her tone all breathy and intoxicating. "Ella probably won't be here til at least one."

I paused just long enough to look at my watch. Eleven a.m. "Plenty of time," I hummed greedily as I sucked at a particularly sweet spot of her neck.

"G-o-od," Gigi groaned. "Your mouth is fucking sinful."

I chuckled darkly. "Oh, baby. You're about to find out."

Gigi laughed lowly in return. "But I don't want your mouth," she retorted.

I stopped and looked into her crystalline eyes, glimmering like the clearest ocean waters back at me. "And what is it you do want?"

Gigi pulled her bottom lip between her teeth before she walked her black manicured fingers down my chest. "That dick, of course..."

My head tipped back with laughter as her fingers curled around the buckle of my belt. "Dirty, dirty girl."

"You like it,"Gigi stated as she made quick work of my belt, immediately moving to the button of my jeans.

"Damn right I do."

Gigi's agile fingers flicked open the button of my pants as our mouths collided again, but the second we lost ourselves, the sound of a throat clearing echoed out from the back.