Page 9 of Hot for the Fire Chief
Chapter 6
Jenny
Huffing, I wrap my arms around his waist and sigh into his broad chest. He’s wearing a horrible tropical print button-down shirt and it’s unbuttoned enough that I can feel his warm, smooth skin under my cheek. His heart races and a tingle burns along my skin.
My fingers itch to trace his warm muscles and the arrow of lightly curling hair that is scattered on his bronze skin. He smells like pine, leather and man and it’s intoxicating as hell.
I can’t breathe. It feels like my head is swimming with all these dirty, crazy thoughts and I can’t seem to breathe anymore.
I just want.
I pull away from him gently and clear my throat. “We should be getting back. It’s late.”
With a nod he starts moving but he doesn’t let go of my hand and my stupid, stupid heart wonders if he’s touching me because he wants me as much as I want him.
It takes us less time than I expect to get back and when we stand in front of my door, I stare down at my hands. “Thank you for walking me home, Lance.”
“I had to. Knowing you you’d probably trip over another man in the dark. I have to protect all the innocent men out there.”
My head comes up and I shake it. “You are so annoying.”
He moves in closer and I draw in a deep breath, surrounded by the scent of him, wallowing in it and feeling my whole body light up like fireworks in the dark. My back hits the door and I gasp as his arms come up, his hands on either side of my head on the wood. His head comes down and I swear to god he runs his nose along my throat, humming like a motor revving.
“Wh-what are you doing, Lance?”
“Do you know that you smell like the ocean? Salty and sweet. Like cotton candy and the beach. It’s fucking intoxicating.”
“Y-you, you can’t say things like that.”
His head comes up and his dark eyes bore into mine, lust and desire kindling gold sparks in the deep depths. “I wish I could,” he whispers. Then his lips touch mine gently, softly.
Moaning, I sink my fingernails into his chest, flexing in his warm skin and tangling in the scattered short hairs. I can feel his heartbeat pounding under my hand and I open my lips, my brain scattering when his tongue slides inside my mouth and sweeps along my teeth and tongue, tangling wildly.
My whole body quakes and I reach back for the doorknob, struggling to grab it, needing to escape. Needing control. My other hand pushes slightly at his chest. Not enough to push him away but it’s enough for him to lift his head. He sucks in a ragged breath and I fight to get control of my own wildly-pounding heart.
“Y-you can’t do that, Lance. I-I…”. My hand scrabbles for the door and I manage to turn the knob and fall inside, catching myself before I hit the floor. He moves fast, his hand catching me as I struggle to stay vertical.
My brow wrinkles. I glance down at the doorknob and frown.
“What’s going on, baby girl?”
“I locked my door. I know I did. So how did it open without my keycard.”
He stiffens and growls under his breath. He slams the door closed and pushes me into a corner. “You stay right here. Do not move.”
Then he stalks off and I hear him slamming doors and moving through every room of the little building.
My eyes drift over and narrow. I stalk over to the desk in the corner and groan when I see that my computer is open, my book right there. I know I closed the program I run so there’s no way it should have been open and on.
Lance stalks back in the room and glares at me. “Do you not understand simple English, woman? I told you to wait over there.”
Ignoring him, I check to see what actions my computer has taken. Somebody accessed the printer and printed the completed pages. Who the hell would do that?
Fingers snap in front of my face and I shake my head, glaring at Lance. “What’s going on, baby?”
“Was there anybody in here?”
“No.”
