Page 63 of Burn

We hold each other’s gaze before his smile forms. “Under one condition.”

I wait and bite my lip to keep from smiling myself, holding my breath as I wait on his condition. “And that is?”

“You give me round three in the morning,” he says with a smug grin turns up the corner of his mouth, as though he knows I won’t deny him. Not this time anyway. “But it’s gonna have to wait until tomorrow. I don’t get off until tomorrow morning.”

Damn it. My face falls. “Oh, okay.”

My gaze moves to the fire trucks and the idea of him just fucking me up against the side of this red beast is so vivid my nipples harden.

I take a step back, as if the conversation is over, but Caleb doesn’t move. He stands there, eyes searching, continuing to pull at parts of me that don’t need to be pulled at. They need to be spanked. By him. Crap.

I lick my lips. I shift my feet, nervously.

“Come here,” he finally says.

He stares at me, steps forward and lifts my chin with two fingers. It’s right then I notice if I don’t move, he’s going to kiss me.

I don’t move.

He glances over his shoulder and then back to me. And then he kisses me, and I’m nearly a puddle at his feet. I’ve waited over a week for these lips to find mine again and now that they have, I don’t care that we have to wait until tomorrow. I’m ready to drop to the floor right here and fuck him.

I don’t. I’ve got to salvage some of my dignity. What’s left of it these days.

He breaks our kiss rather quickly and reaches for my hand, leading me inside the firehouse on the other side of the truck.

He scoops me off my feet. There’s a moment before his kisses me, before his calloused hand finds the back of my head and deepens the kiss where we stare at one another. I’m not sure what to make of the way he’s looking at me, but it’s still there. It’s intense, maybe too intense for someone like me, but I certainly don’t miss it. In the back of my mind, I’ll be trying to decipher its meaning later, but not now.

Caleb kisses me then, and this isn’t a kiss a boy would give you. It’s a motherfucking man kissing me. He opens his mouth and lets me sweep my tongue inside his and then grips the sides of my face, deepening the kiss. It’s the kind of kiss that reminds me of the elevator ride to his apartment that night.

I’m certain, if I have nothing else in life, I could spend the rest of my days kissing Caleb. Pathetic, I know, but it’s a truth.

He moans against my lips and takes a step forward. My arms circle around his neck, surrendering to him and the moment with him, my back pressed against the side of the fire truck. It’s cold, but compared to the heat between us, everything feels hot.

“I tried to find you.” He groans against my lips, inhaling and exhaling slowly as we kiss.

I gasp and draw back, my hands moving to the tops of his shoulders as I level him a serious look. “Me too. I went back to Lil Woodies and sat outside your apartment all night.”

He nods and then dips his head forward again, capturing my lips with his. Our moment together grows heavy with want. His tongue is warm and wet and slides easily against my tongue.

He never stops kissing me; he simply steals my breath and then returns it to me.

Just as I’m contemplating asking for him to, you know, slip it in, someone clears their throat behind us. It’s Owen, smiling.

“Department regulation, no fucking in the firehouse unless it’s your own hand,” Owen tells me, winking. “But maybe he can borrow your hand.”

Caleb steps back. “Don’t you have something to do?” he asks Owen, and then adjusts himself in front of the both of us, much like he did in the elevator.

I wish my mouth was his hand.

Owen smirks and walks the other way. “Oh, probably.”

Still trying to catch my breath from the kiss, I run my palms over my shirt. “I should go. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

He nods. “Probably a good idea.”

Just before I’m out the doors, he grabs my wrist and pulls me to his chest. “I’m really glad you decided to be less of a bitch.”

I laugh. “You’re welcome,Caleb.”

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