Page 13 of Hot for the Fire Chief
“Brandon? I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him in a long time.”
“Yeah. But where did he go?”
“Why?”
“Because I was thinking last night and that kind of guy is a user. If he thought he deserved more from you he wouldn’t leave. He’d stay close to see what else he could get.”
“That’s crazy. He broke up with me.”
“After you started getting a little too independent for his crazy ass.”
Scoffing, I stare at him, frowning. “You’re crazy.”
He grins and the look in his warm brown eyes along with the rumpled hair and that crease in his cheek from the pillowcase is sexy as hell and I don’t know what to do with that.
He leans over and his nose runs along my cheek. I suck in a startled breath. His eyes lock with mine and it’s like two magnets tugging at each other, yet fighting to stay away. He’s so close I can see the golden flecks in the deep depths of his chocolate eyes.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Jenny.” He moves closer and I can feel his warm breath on my cheek. Then his lips are so close to mine that I can practically feel the soft stroke of them tempting me.
“Wh-what are you doing here, Lance? You can’t keep kissing me.”
His eyes dip down and it’s like they trace my lips and his tongue dips out and touches his. My belly clenches and I want nothing more than to wrap my legs around his hips and pull him into me.
“So why don’t you kiss me, baby girl?” The deep timbre of his voice is rough with sleep and want. Shivers run along my spine and spread out like goosebumps on my skin.
I want to kiss him. But I shouldn’t.
His eyes flash with fire and he grins. “Chicken, baby?”
My head whips up and I glare at him and move closer. “I’m not afraid of you, Lance.”
“So kiss me. I promise I won’t touch you unless you ask nicely.” The curve of his lips draws my eyes and I sigh, leaning down to gently press my lips to his.
His don’t even move and I move my lips along his and then run my tongue along his lower lip, biting it and tugging at it. My eyes stay open and I watch him, watch the fire flare in the dark depths of his gaze.
His hands clench at his side and I move even closer until I’m lying across him, my hands braced on his warm chest, tangling in the crisp, short hairs on his chest. Groaning, I trace the flexing muscles of his cut chest and down to his waist and hips.
He’s all muscle and tanned, taut skin. My fingers dance along the waistband of his lounge pants and I hiss as I feel the bulge in the front. It jerks and I groan and move closer, my thighs wrapping around his hips as I straddle him.
I sit up and stare at him, my tongue running along my bottom lip. “You’re really pretty, Lance.”
He snorts and his lips quirk up. “I’m a man, Jenny. We’re not pretty. We’re handsome. Sexy. But not pretty.”
Smiling, I lean down and run my lips along the corded muscles of his throat. He’s so warm and the smell of him makes my head swim.
“You are pretty, Lance,” I whisper. “Can you touch me, please?”
“Where, baby?” His hands come up and rest on either side of my face holding me so that I look in his eyes. His dark eyes are sleepy, hooded with desire, pupils blown.
“Pick a place and touch me, Lance. It doesn’t matter where. It always feels good when you touch me.”
He groans and his eyes close briefly and then he growls and he sits up under me, his mouth finding mine, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Fuck. Why do you have to say things like that, baby girl? Every word out of this pretty mouth wrecks me.”
Then his mouth opens and I suck in a breath. His tongue tangles with mine and strokes it gently, softly. His body tenses and I have only a second before he flips us over and I lie under him staring up into his eyes. He grins.
“You did say I could touch you anywhere.” I nod my head and he grins.
“Good. Because I’m gonna touch you everywhere.” His hands skim down my waist and then he pushes at my pj bottoms and my eyes roll back in my head. It’s been so long since any man touched me.
