Page 129 of Sweet Hate
I jog the last few steps toward her, desperate to hold her in my arms, and sweep her up off the floor, slamming my lips onto hers.
She freezes, her nails digging into my shoulders. My heart stops when her mouth stays frozen, not moving to kiss me back.
Rule five, asshole.
Is it possible to kick my own ass? All it takes is two minutes of her being in my firehouse, surrounded by my squad, and I turn into a caveman. Now how do I unfuck this mess?
I’m about to put her down and grovel for forgiveness when her body melts to mine and she opens up to my kiss. I can’t contain the groan that rips through me as she wraps her arms around my neck, burying her hands in my hair. She drags her nails down my scalp, making me shudder as her tongue tangles with mine. If this is a dream, I’m not sure I ever want to wake up.
Our surroundings fall away, and I’m lost in this moment, consumed by her sweet taste as it invades my senses. I adjust my hold on her, gripping her tighter, every inch of her now flush against me.
The sound of my crew hooting and hollering their approval is what sends us crashing back to the present, and I realize I’m practically grinding my cock into my girl in my engine room.
We break apart, both a little shocked if the surprise flickering across her beautiful, flushed face is anything to go by.
“Get some, Lieutenant,” Max shouts, making my girl blush bright red and hide her face in my neck.
My boner is planning a great escape, painfully pressing on my pants, trying to get to where her warm pussy is cradling him. I’ve got her perfect peach in my hands but thank christ my lizard brain had the good sense to hold her dress down.
If the guys had seen her butt, they’d be losing eyes as well as hands today. That might complicate things in the fire station.
“You should probably put me down, Axel.” Haven's lips brush my ear as she whispers.
I turn to mumble quietly into her hair, “Not sure I can, Sprinks. You’re the only thing standing between me and my dick saluting my crew.”
Her giggle hits me square in the chest. If my girl is giggling,maybe she isn’t going to rip me a new one for breaking one of her rules.
Sending a silent prayer that Cap didn’t witness any of this, I stride toward my doorway, Haven still cradled in my arms.
I can still hear my guys laughing and joking about being pussy whipped as I round the doorway into my office. Empty.
Thank Christ.
Kicking the door shut, I stride to my desk and sit her on top.
I know I’ve had this fantasy before, in my weaker moments, before she came back. I need to pinch myself to make sure this is real.
She looks at me, tilting her cute head, a curl falling across her face that I brush behind her ear.
“Hi, Lieutenant.” Her shy smile is doing strange shit to my insides.
I still can't believe my girl is here, sitting on my desk. In my firehouse.
“Hi yourself. I thought I’d inhaled too much smoke on that last call and progressed to full on hallucinations. Seeing you here is an unexpected surprise.”
“Good surprise?” Apprehension flashes across her face for a second before she tries to hide it. It’s cute that she thinks she can hide her feelings from me, but I know her. This whole thing pushed her out of her comfort zone, and she did it for me. My body thrums with joy—not only did she do this for me, but she kissed me back.
I lean in and brush my lips against hers softly.
“Sprinks, it was the best fucking surprise. I thought I was dreaming, but if I were, you’d be a lot more naked, and a lot less surrounded by my squad.”
She grins at that, a mischievous sparkle glinting in her eyes.
“They seem nice. Dr. Foxy was especially friendly.”
“Dr. Foxyis going to find himself looking a lot less foxy if he doesn’t learn to keep his hands off my woman,” I growl out.
Her eyes flare with arousal at that. Shit, she likes my neanderthal side. That’ll make it impossible to rein it in.
