Page 17 of Hot for the Fire Chief
Whistling, I walk out of the bungalow and pull the door closed behind me.
My smile fades. Now to find this fucker and deal with him.
Chapter 10
Jenny
Stretching, I stand up and move my neck and back around and around until I finally feel all the kinks moving.
Glancing around, I don’t see Lance anywhere and I frown, wondering where the hell he is.
I go room to room in the small bedroom and the little bathroom with the huge shower that takes up almost all the room with the sea glass green tiles mixed in with pale yellow and brilliant white. It takes everything in me not to jump in it right away. At least until I check the rest of the bungalow.
Once I do and I don’t see Lance, I open the door and glance out, whispering, “Lance, are you out here?”
He doesn’t answer and I sigh, closing the door. “I guess I’ll take a quick shower and get dressed.” I sniff at my arm and wrinkle my nose. People think writing is glamorous but it’s not pretty sometimes when you’re in the writing cave working your ass off to get a late story done.
I go in the bedroom and grab another soft lavender sundress and thong panties and a strapless bra and then step into the bathroom, grabbing a towel and washcloth.
The rain shower head washes down over me in a steady stream and it feels amazing. The noise from it blocks out anyother sounds and I lean back, letting it wash over my throat and my body.
“You doing that for me, baby girl?”
Screaming, I open my arms and scramble backwards in the shower, my arms flailing.
“Jenny!” He runs in and pulls me against him, his warm, steady body holding me tight against him. Sucking in air, I look up at him and smirk.
“You’re still wearing your clothes. And they’re all wet.”
His brow lifts and he groans. “You’re all wet too.”
“Wanna get all wet together?”
“I told you that you had to be ready for me. And that means ready to say what I want to hear.”
He smirks and sets me away from him. But I hold onto his arms and sigh. “I want you.”
“And?”
“And I want to be yours. NO!” My head comes up and he glares at me. “I need to be yours.”
“Forever, right, baby girl?”
“Forever.”
He steps out and peels his wet clothes off, splatting them on the floor. His muscular chest flexes as he lifts his arms over his head like he’s stretching out.
“Trying to avoid pulling a muscle?” I laugh.
He shoots me a hot look and smirks. “I’m gonna make you pay for that comment, baby.”
I lean back against the back of the shower and smile, waving him in. “Bring it on.”
He stalks towards the shower, his thighs bunching, steps panther-light. “Oh, I’m bringing it.”
He slips inside the door and closes it and the steam closes around us. “Come here, baby girl.”
I step to him slowly, swinging my hips. He groans and grabs hold of me pulling me tight against him. I can feel the thick length of him against my belly and my whole body tightens up like a coiled spring about to blow.
