Page 12 of Hot for the Fire Chief
She whimpers in her sleep and her fingers curl into a ball, tugging at the sheets on the bed like she’s fighting something.
I silently cross the room and rest my fingers on hers, feeling her body settle into the soft mattress. She relaxes a little at a time and my soul settles with hers.
I can’t walk away from her. I don’t care where she lives. Don’t care about a damn thing but being with her.
I’ve lost my mind. There’s no way you can fall in love with a woman in just a couple of days.
But when my heart pounds out of control and locks in on the beat of her heart, matching it exactly, I know damn well that it’s more than attraction.
This is love. And it’s so much more than I ever thought I could feel for any woman.
I sure as hell never felt anything like this for my ex. Not even close.
And maybe that’s why she left. You can only fight for something for so long before you don’t have any fight left. Maybe she hit that point.
“Lance?” Her whispered call for me tugs at my heart and I slip into the bed next to her, pulling her tight into me.
“Shhh. I’ve got you, baby girl. You’re alright. You’re alright.” My lips caress her cheek and she whimpers and curls into me, her little hand tangling in my chest hair, tugging lightly.
My dick jerks and I suck in a sharp breath, angling my aching bulge away from her.
“It’s okay,” I whisper and tuck her into my chest, breathing in the sweet scent of her and closing my eyes. I should get up but I just want to hold her for a little bit.
Just for a few minutes. I sink into my pillow and breathe deep, infusing my soul with her sweet, salty scent.
Just a few minutes. That’s all I need.
Chapter 8
Jenny
Warmth seeps into me and I groan under my breath. My hair is tangled around my face and I cringe when I move and it snags on something.
“What the hell?”
My elbow hits something hard and I hiss in a startled breath. A muffled curse wakes me up quickly and I jerk upright, my hair in my eyes.
I push it out of my eyes and glare at the man in the bed with me. “What the hell are you doing in my room, Lance McGuire?”
Before I’ve even finished the sentence I study the room and my belly sinks. “Where the hell am I?”
“Don’t you remember what happened?”
“No. I went back to my room and…shit.”
He nods and rubs at his jaw where I hit him. “Yeah. I brought you back to my room after someone broke into yours.”
“Who the hell would break in to look at my book? Nobody even knows I’m a writer.”
“Oh, I’m sure there are a few people that know and those people probably told other people.”
“But still. Who would break into a hotel room to look at a few chapters of a book? That’s nuts.”
“Do you know anybody nuts?”
I snort. “All authors are a little crazy.”
“Yeah. Whatever happened to the crazy ex who liked to put you down because you threatened his manhood?”
