leaning close, his lips a scant breath from hers. “Closing your eyes that way reminds me of when you came apart for me.” His rough tone stroked her senses.
Before she could think of all the times she’d longed to kiss him but held back because he wasn’t in any state to do so, she surged forward. Their lips collided with a force that rocked her. Dark need slashed through her.
As their tongues tangled and he half-pulled her into his lap, her mind latched onto one thing—how right this was.
Ripping away, he glared down at her, panting. “You make me lose all control when I’m with you.”
“That’s good, right? You still have two weeks before you have to be a hundred-percent focused on the job.”
He shook his head and let her drop back to her seat on the cement. “No, Sarita. I’m working now. I wasn’t at the firehouse just visiting.”
“Is it the investigation?” she asked quietly. The carefree man who’d walked and talked and shared tamales with her seemed to be hiding like the sun behind a cloud.
“Yes.” His low tone didn’t invite her to ask more.
“Can I do anything to help?” She knew as soon as the words were out that he’d react badly to them. She wasn’t wrong.
His dark brows drew downward and his mouth tightened. “No, you stay out of it. And stay out of East Street. I can’t trust some of those guys.”
Reaching out, she traced the bracket around the corner of his mouth. “I can speak to who I like, but you only need to tell them that you’re with me and I bet they don’t cross any lines.”
He stood quickly. “We’re not together.”
She stood too. There was only so much of this she’d put up with but her gut instincts told her that as soon as they were in bed together, he’d change his mind. She just had to get him there.
“Okay, so you won’t mind if I invite somebody else to my bed. I’ve been holding out for a certain grouchy firefighter but he obviously isn’t interested.”
“Dammit, Sarita.” He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her against him again. Right where she wanted to be. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I fucking want you. Feel that?” He took her hand and ground it against the bulge in his jeans. At the thickness under her palm, her pussy squeezed with want.
“I feel it, Corey, but not where I need it most. I’ll text you my address and you can decide if you want to stake your claim. Or maybe you’ll be too worn out after chasing an arsonist around the city to come by.”
“I don’t need to chase him. I’m going to trap him.”
Her heart plummeted to the soles of her wedge sandals. His idea was something for the FBI or a special ops force. This guy was dangerous and Corey shouldn’t be playing with this fire.
But judging from the determined glint in his eyes, mirroring steel, he was going through with his plan.
“Corey, I—”
Before the idea materialized into words, he kissed her. Dragging her onto tiptoe to plunder her mouth until she was boneless. Many more seconds and she wouldn’t be able to support her weight. But he released her slowly, stroking her hair back off her face and searching her gaze.
“I’ll be over after your shift, angel. And believe me, I have enough energy to make you very, very satisfied.”
With that, he turned and walked away, his step strong and sure and his shoulders straight. She leaned against the monument and tried to get her bearings. The man sent her spinning, that was certain. And she was beginning to wonder if she weren’t in for a bad ride. Having a sexy firefighter who put his life on the line daily was one thing, but one who was so set on sneaking past the crime scene tape and finding the arsonist on his own? That was crazy.
Maybe her mami was right—Sarita needed to remember to stand on her own and not invite a man into her life.
But when she thought about Corey showing up at her door, a new fire kindled low in her belly. She’d never turn him away.
Chapter Five
Just
Before she could think of all the times she’d longed to kiss him but held back because he wasn’t in any state to do so, she surged forward. Their lips collided with a force that rocked her. Dark need slashed through her.
As their tongues tangled and he half-pulled her into his lap, her mind latched onto one thing—how right this was.
Ripping away, he glared down at her, panting. “You make me lose all control when I’m with you.”
“That’s good, right? You still have two weeks before you have to be a hundred-percent focused on the job.”
He shook his head and let her drop back to her seat on the cement. “No, Sarita. I’m working now. I wasn’t at the firehouse just visiting.”
“Is it the investigation?” she asked quietly. The carefree man who’d walked and talked and shared tamales with her seemed to be hiding like the sun behind a cloud.
“Yes.” His low tone didn’t invite her to ask more.
“Can I do anything to help?” She knew as soon as the words were out that he’d react badly to them. She wasn’t wrong.
His dark brows drew downward and his mouth tightened. “No, you stay out of it. And stay out of East Street. I can’t trust some of those guys.”
Reaching out, she traced the bracket around the corner of his mouth. “I can speak to who I like, but you only need to tell them that you’re with me and I bet they don’t cross any lines.”
He stood quickly. “We’re not together.”
She stood too. There was only so much of this she’d put up with but her gut instincts told her that as soon as they were in bed together, he’d change his mind. She just had to get him there.
“Okay, so you won’t mind if I invite somebody else to my bed. I’ve been holding out for a certain grouchy firefighter but he obviously isn’t interested.”
“Dammit, Sarita.” He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her against him again. Right where she wanted to be. “You drive me crazy, you know that? I fucking want you. Feel that?” He took her hand and ground it against the bulge in his jeans. At the thickness under her palm, her pussy squeezed with want.
“I feel it, Corey, but not where I need it most. I’ll text you my address and you can decide if you want to stake your claim. Or maybe you’ll be too worn out after chasing an arsonist around the city to come by.”
“I don’t need to chase him. I’m going to trap him.”
Her heart plummeted to the soles of her wedge sandals. His idea was something for the FBI or a special ops force. This guy was dangerous and Corey shouldn’t be playing with this fire.
But judging from the determined glint in his eyes, mirroring steel, he was going through with his plan.
“Corey, I—”
Before the idea materialized into words, he kissed her. Dragging her onto tiptoe to plunder her mouth until she was boneless. Many more seconds and she wouldn’t be able to support her weight. But he released her slowly, stroking her hair back off her face and searching her gaze.
“I’ll be over after your shift, angel. And believe me, I have enough energy to make you very, very satisfied.”
With that, he turned and walked away, his step strong and sure and his shoulders straight. She leaned against the monument and tried to get her bearings. The man sent her spinning, that was certain. And she was beginning to wonder if she weren’t in for a bad ride. Having a sexy firefighter who put his life on the line daily was one thing, but one who was so set on sneaking past the crime scene tape and finding the arsonist on his own? That was crazy.
Maybe her mami was right—Sarita needed to remember to stand on her own and not invite a man into her life.
But when she thought about Corey showing up at her door, a new fire kindled low in her belly. She’d never turn him away.
Chapter Five
Just
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