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at me.
Amy and Doug looked between us, assessing the situation. Then Amy grinned and she went to stand at her husband’s side, her hand slipping around his arm to grip his bicep. “That’s about the sweetest thing ever. You two should sit, catch up. Doug and I will…” She gave him a questioning look.
“We have some, uh, laundry to do,” he filled in for her, and then, with a quick, “You two have fun,” he dragged my sister from the room.
The room plunged into an awkward silence as Kennedy and I continued to watch one another. He was so handsome, and when a slow smile crept across his face, my stomach somersaulted and my breath caught in my lungs.
Forcing myself to break eye contact, I sat back and patted the couch cushion. “Here, have a seat. I’m sure you’re tired after working all day.”
Kennedy sat extremely close, eliminating any personal space I might have wanted, but didn’t. If I had my way, I’d be sitting in his lap right now. Dropping his head back, Kennedy’s eyes slid closed and he inhaled deeply, yawning as he breathed out. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.”
I waved him away, his absence from the dinner table forgotten. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sure running into burning buildings, getting all hot and sweaty and…” My words slowed as my gaze traveled over him, noting all the hard, toned muscle hidden beneath the thin cotton fabric. Even the thick network of veins traveling from his strong hands to the tops of his biceps where they disappeared beneath his shirt sleeves were sexy as hell, and I found myself feeling a little flushed. “And…”
“And…?”
I blinked, very aware of my sudden arousal. Kennedy was watching me, a cocky smirk on his face, and I looked away, embarrassed. “So, how was work today? Did you save any lives?”
“If you consider saving a goldfish a life, yes, ma’am. We were called to a fire in the warehouse district. Someone accidentally set a trashcan on fire when they dumped their ashtray into it. Thankfully, the only life there to save was Old Goldie. But hey,” he said, picking up my hand and placing it on his hard thigh, “what were you about to say? ‘And’ what?”
I’ve never been shy, per say. I’ve always been the kind of person who spoke her mind and without apology, but there was something about Kennedy that turned me into a blushing school girl. “I was just going to say that being a firefighter must be a hard job,” I said lamely as I lightly scratched my nails over his shorts. My cheeks burned at the lie. I could still feel the butterflies twittering in my stomach, their flight renewed as Kennedy shifted closer, transferring my hand from his right to his left so he could lift his arm over my head and tuck it around my shoulders.
With his eyes on my face, he lowered his head to mine, tracing his lips lightly over the curve of my jaw. The feathery touch stole my breath and suddenly all of my senses became hypersensitive. The cool, clean scent of his cologne in my nose, the roughness of his calloused fingers around mine, the heat from his body scorching mine everywhere our skin touched, and the light tickle of his breath on my face—all of it sent tingles down my spine and caused an almost painful pinch of desire to take up residence between my legs.
“Are you the kind of girl who gets off on men in uniform?” Kennedy mused, his voice a low rumble as his lips skimmed my neck. I tilted my head automatically, giving him permission to continue his sensual assault. “Does it excite you, knowing that I run toward danger, and I conquer it?”
Imagining Kennedy running into burning buildings, when everyone else was running away, scared me. But he was right. It also thrilled me. Just knowing that he was strong and brave, able to battle the forces of nature and come out on top, made me wet. “Yes,” I admitted, and was rewarded with Kennedy’s hot, wet tongue as he licked the pounding pulse below my ear.
“I’ve been thinking
Amy and Doug looked between us, assessing the situation. Then Amy grinned and she went to stand at her husband’s side, her hand slipping around his arm to grip his bicep. “That’s about the sweetest thing ever. You two should sit, catch up. Doug and I will…” She gave him a questioning look.
“We have some, uh, laundry to do,” he filled in for her, and then, with a quick, “You two have fun,” he dragged my sister from the room.
The room plunged into an awkward silence as Kennedy and I continued to watch one another. He was so handsome, and when a slow smile crept across his face, my stomach somersaulted and my breath caught in my lungs.
Forcing myself to break eye contact, I sat back and patted the couch cushion. “Here, have a seat. I’m sure you’re tired after working all day.”
Kennedy sat extremely close, eliminating any personal space I might have wanted, but didn’t. If I had my way, I’d be sitting in his lap right now. Dropping his head back, Kennedy’s eyes slid closed and he inhaled deeply, yawning as he breathed out. “Sorry, it’s been a long day.”
I waved him away, his absence from the dinner table forgotten. “Don’t be sorry. I’m sure running into burning buildings, getting all hot and sweaty and…” My words slowed as my gaze traveled over him, noting all the hard, toned muscle hidden beneath the thin cotton fabric. Even the thick network of veins traveling from his strong hands to the tops of his biceps where they disappeared beneath his shirt sleeves were sexy as hell, and I found myself feeling a little flushed. “And…”
“And…?”
I blinked, very aware of my sudden arousal. Kennedy was watching me, a cocky smirk on his face, and I looked away, embarrassed. “So, how was work today? Did you save any lives?”
“If you consider saving a goldfish a life, yes, ma’am. We were called to a fire in the warehouse district. Someone accidentally set a trashcan on fire when they dumped their ashtray into it. Thankfully, the only life there to save was Old Goldie. But hey,” he said, picking up my hand and placing it on his hard thigh, “what were you about to say? ‘And’ what?”
I’ve never been shy, per say. I’ve always been the kind of person who spoke her mind and without apology, but there was something about Kennedy that turned me into a blushing school girl. “I was just going to say that being a firefighter must be a hard job,” I said lamely as I lightly scratched my nails over his shorts. My cheeks burned at the lie. I could still feel the butterflies twittering in my stomach, their flight renewed as Kennedy shifted closer, transferring my hand from his right to his left so he could lift his arm over my head and tuck it around my shoulders.
With his eyes on my face, he lowered his head to mine, tracing his lips lightly over the curve of my jaw. The feathery touch stole my breath and suddenly all of my senses became hypersensitive. The cool, clean scent of his cologne in my nose, the roughness of his calloused fingers around mine, the heat from his body scorching mine everywhere our skin touched, and the light tickle of his breath on my face—all of it sent tingles down my spine and caused an almost painful pinch of desire to take up residence between my legs.
“Are you the kind of girl who gets off on men in uniform?” Kennedy mused, his voice a low rumble as his lips skimmed my neck. I tilted my head automatically, giving him permission to continue his sensual assault. “Does it excite you, knowing that I run toward danger, and I conquer it?”
Imagining Kennedy running into burning buildings, when everyone else was running away, scared me. But he was right. It also thrilled me. Just knowing that he was strong and brave, able to battle the forces of nature and come out on top, made me wet. “Yes,” I admitted, and was rewarded with Kennedy’s hot, wet tongue as he licked the pounding pulse below my ear.
“I’ve been thinking
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