revealing any of what she felt. Once in the driver’s seat, her fist came down on the steering wheel in concert with her heart.
Bang.
She felt flattered.
Bang.
She felt steamed enough that if it’d been physically possible, there’d be smoke streaming out of her nostrils.
Bang.
She felt damned confused.
Bang. Maybe especially confused.
She’d never been a woman to put on a lover’s shirt after the main event. Had always equated that with a level of intimacy she made a point of avoiding. But last night, instead of pulling on her own clothes—and she could have endured them for the drive to her apartment—she’d asked to borrow Taine’s shirt.
She hit the steering wheel once more for good measure. Cranked the car’s engine and tried to tell herself that sleeping with him had nothing to do with this temporary assignment.
She wasn’t that gullible.
For her own sanity she’d better accept that the fun with Taine did have something to do with it. And that maybe they did actually need someone from the San Diego Fire Department on board and preferred someone who already had a connection to a team member.
The need had to be legit, right? Otherwise the guy in charge of IRE wouldn’t have signed-off on it, right?
It didn’t keep her thoughts from spinning until she got to Carmel Valley and IRE.
They were headquartered in a sprawling white adobe that’d probably set someone back two and a half million dollars. Whether that someone was a former drug lord who’d lost his slice of the good life or this was an example of her federal tax dollars at work, Saffron didn’t know.
She sincerely hoped it was the former because that’d also go a long way toward explaining the high-end sports cars. She counted six behind the only black sheep of the bunch, a sedan with darkly-tinted windows that pretty much shouted Fed !
She parked behind a silver Ferrari. Got to the front door and hesitated. Knock? Walk in?
Before she could decide the door opened and there was Taine.
Damn. He’d gotten more compelling in the hours since he’d dropped her off at her apartment.
His scent brought the phantom feel of his body on hers, in hers, and her nipples turned into hard knots of need while her sex flushed and moistened.
His nostrils flared as if he could scent her arousal. His pupils dilated.
She lifted her hand in a gesture meant to convey stop , except her palm landed on solid muscle and there was heat transfer despite the shirt covering his broad chest.
Fiery need shot up her arm and into her breasts before arrowing downward to the place between her legs. She caught herself wetting her lips when his eyes zeroed in on her mouth and his own lips curved upward in masculine satisfaction.
Ass . Except that brought the remembered feel of her nails digging into solid muscle and the pleasure that’d come with the flex of very fine glutes as he’d thrust.
She tried to stir the embers of fury, couldn’t quite manage it, not with the heat in his eyes. But she managed some resistance by reminding herself that she’d worked damn hard to become a firefighter and not some Fed’s plaything.
“From now on, we keep this professional.”
His smile widened. “I don’t think so.”
He pulled her into the house and penned her against the wall before she could respond. His mouth covered hers before she could react.
His tongue plunged past lips parted to protest . She’d never admit otherwise despite the rush of pleasure that came with the twine of his tongue with hers. Damn, he knew how to kiss.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She fisted her hands rather than explore the solid wall of muscle trapping her against the wall, but that was the extent of her control.
Her pelvis tilted, her lower body sought, found what it was after, Taine’s hard cock. Each rub and press against his erection pulsed pleasure into her sex.
Knowing what it felt like to be skin-to-skin with him, to have his weight on her, his cock embedded deep, driving
Bang.
She felt flattered.
Bang.
She felt steamed enough that if it’d been physically possible, there’d be smoke streaming out of her nostrils.
Bang.
She felt damned confused.
Bang. Maybe especially confused.
She’d never been a woman to put on a lover’s shirt after the main event. Had always equated that with a level of intimacy she made a point of avoiding. But last night, instead of pulling on her own clothes—and she could have endured them for the drive to her apartment—she’d asked to borrow Taine’s shirt.
She hit the steering wheel once more for good measure. Cranked the car’s engine and tried to tell herself that sleeping with him had nothing to do with this temporary assignment.
She wasn’t that gullible.
For her own sanity she’d better accept that the fun with Taine did have something to do with it. And that maybe they did actually need someone from the San Diego Fire Department on board and preferred someone who already had a connection to a team member.
The need had to be legit, right? Otherwise the guy in charge of IRE wouldn’t have signed-off on it, right?
It didn’t keep her thoughts from spinning until she got to Carmel Valley and IRE.
They were headquartered in a sprawling white adobe that’d probably set someone back two and a half million dollars. Whether that someone was a former drug lord who’d lost his slice of the good life or this was an example of her federal tax dollars at work, Saffron didn’t know.
She sincerely hoped it was the former because that’d also go a long way toward explaining the high-end sports cars. She counted six behind the only black sheep of the bunch, a sedan with darkly-tinted windows that pretty much shouted Fed !
She parked behind a silver Ferrari. Got to the front door and hesitated. Knock? Walk in?
Before she could decide the door opened and there was Taine.
Damn. He’d gotten more compelling in the hours since he’d dropped her off at her apartment.
His scent brought the phantom feel of his body on hers, in hers, and her nipples turned into hard knots of need while her sex flushed and moistened.
His nostrils flared as if he could scent her arousal. His pupils dilated.
She lifted her hand in a gesture meant to convey stop , except her palm landed on solid muscle and there was heat transfer despite the shirt covering his broad chest.
Fiery need shot up her arm and into her breasts before arrowing downward to the place between her legs. She caught herself wetting her lips when his eyes zeroed in on her mouth and his own lips curved upward in masculine satisfaction.
Ass . Except that brought the remembered feel of her nails digging into solid muscle and the pleasure that’d come with the flex of very fine glutes as he’d thrust.
She tried to stir the embers of fury, couldn’t quite manage it, not with the heat in his eyes. But she managed some resistance by reminding herself that she’d worked damn hard to become a firefighter and not some Fed’s plaything.
“From now on, we keep this professional.”
His smile widened. “I don’t think so.”
He pulled her into the house and penned her against the wall before she could respond. His mouth covered hers before she could react.
His tongue plunged past lips parted to protest . She’d never admit otherwise despite the rush of pleasure that came with the twine of his tongue with hers. Damn, he knew how to kiss.
Her eyes fluttered closed. She fisted her hands rather than explore the solid wall of muscle trapping her against the wall, but that was the extent of her control.
Her pelvis tilted, her lower body sought, found what it was after, Taine’s hard cock. Each rub and press against his erection pulsed pleasure into her sex.
Knowing what it felt like to be skin-to-skin with him, to have his weight on her, his cock embedded deep, driving
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