Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I stop breathing and my body goes rigid beneath him. My heart pounds harder than it has since he came in here.
His keen blue gaze arrests me. I’d pegged him for a grumpy but hot meat-head, but the Blaze I see now has way more perception and depth than I gave him credit for. It’s like he sees right into my soul.
He changes his grip to hold both my wrists in one of his large hands, then strokes his thumb over the frantic pulse in my neck. “Relax,” he soothes and I find myself calming. “Nothing bad is going to happen here. It’s just you and me. And you’re going to come clean.”
Burning leaps behind my eyes like I’m going to cry, but there’s also the sense of something letting go in my chest. Something that’s been caged there for so long I didn’t realize it was trapped.
And that’s when the alarm rings.
“Fuck.” Blaze rises, lifting me to my feet in less than two seconds. “Not with those panties,” he growls and literally tears them down my legs.
There’s no time to argue. We have fifty-seven seconds to get the truck out of here. I jump commando into my pants and boots and yank them on. As Blaze trucks out of my room, I see him slip my panties in his pocket. Something warm swirls around my chest. I have to force myself to move because the desire to stand there and replay every single touch and word spoken between us overwhelms me.
I slide down the pole, throw on my turnout and climb in behind the wheel. Then we’re out—Blaze, Rocket, Cole, Scott and I, each with our assigned positions, ready to roll.
It’s not until hours later—long past our shift—when the fire in a Chinese restaurant is finally out and we’re all leaving the station, that the captain calls my name.
“Yeah?” I turn, my ponytail whipping around too fast.
He strides forward, glancing at the retreating backs of the rest of the crew. “We weren’t done talking, Sparks. We’ll pick it back up—away from the station. Tomorrow night.”
My heart thuds against my sternum. I love that he doesn’t ask—he tells. It’s so in line with his personality and what we just did that it sends spirals of heat plowing through my body.
“Yeah, okay. I live alone.”
Stupid. I don’t know why I said that. He didn’t say he wanted to have sex. Or maybe that’s exactly what he meant. I don’t know! Finish our conversation could mean a lot of things.
His sensual lips twitch. “Great. I’ll text you for the address.”
I try my best for nonchalant, even though I feel like I might’ve just won the lottery. I’ve literally never been this excited about a guy. “I’ll be waiting.”
“Good.” He turns and I watch his strong back retreat.
Shazam.
But I shouldn’t get excited. Blaze is a tight-ass who plays by the rules. He probably wants to tell me we can never, ever get frisky again.
I’ll have to convince him otherwise.
Chapter 4
Blaze
Lia’s on the fourth floor—no elevator, but the building seems secure—I have to get buzzed in. Of course, her cop brothers would probably insist on safety. She doesn’t need me to do the security check.
Not that it will stop me.
I climb the stairs and knock on her door.
And then I nearly die.
Because Lia answers in a pair of painted on jeans and skin-tight crop top—not trashy, though. Fancy, with ruffles around the little cap sleeves and the short hem. It makes her boobs look twice as juicy as they do in her FDNY shirt. A pair of sexy high heeled sandals completes the look and forces me to wipe the drool off my chin.
I have plans for her—a dinner date. A serious talk.
Maybe some more heavy petting—I haven’t made my mind up about that, yet. I shouldn’t engage this way. I really can’t let this go any further. This conversation should be about making sure we never touch each other again.
But I already know that’s not gonna happen.
And my plans all go out the fourth story window when I see her. I snatch her up to me, claim her mouth like it’s always been mine. Like she was trying to keep it from me and I need to prove to her exactly who has ownership. And exactly how I intend to exercise my rights.
Her lips are impossibly soft. Supple. Tantalizing. I lick them open and thrust my tongue in her mouth, moving from zero to ninety in these five seconds. She bites my lower lip, gives it back to me. My hand cups her face, the other her squeezable ass. The same ass I got to spank to a pretty pink last night.
I still can’t believe it.
Somehow, I remember my plan. And then I try to forget it, because, damn, she tastes so good.
“I have condoms.” She’s breathless, pulling me inside the still-open door.