He smiled, grabbed her around the waist and lifted her off the floor to bring her level for direct eye contact. “I like your kind of force and I’ll give you all the reckoning you want. Any way you want it.”
“I can think of so many ways,” she said softly as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“You like sex games, Lana?”
“With you, Sean, I think I would like just about anything you could dream up.”
“I’ve got a fertile imagination.”
“Among other very nice attributes.”
He smiled. “Are you flirting with me, Dempsey?”
“As you know, I can be very straightforward with what I want. I’m no shrinking violet.”
“Nope, you make that abundantly clear every day.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you saying that’s a bad thing?”
“No. I’m just saying that you don’t have to prove anything to me, sweetheart.”
She sighed. “No, I’ve never had to, that’s true. You’ve always accepted that I’m a woman—”
“Amen to that.”
That got her to smile. “—in a man’s job.”
“I don’t have any complaints. Wasn’t it you who pulled me out of a collapsing, burning building?” He set her down.
“Yes, I guess I did. I was very happy to do so.”
Lana had set up dozens of candles all around the bathroom and she lit each one.
The interior of the bathroom took on a warm, golden glow. She bent over to turn on the tap, and he stilled her hand. “Let me do that for you.” He patted the edge of the tub. “You sit here and relax.”
Lana sat down and waited patiently.
Sean turned on the tap, testing the water with his wrist, adjusting the temperature until he had it just right. He turned to her and reached out. He grasped the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head.
She was wearing a red lace bra, very feminine. It cupped her breasts, showing him the shadowy outline of her nipples that peaked as he looked at her. He took her hands and lifted her from the rim of the tub. Gently, he unsnapped her jeans and slid them down her legs. Red lace thong panties covered the thatch of hair between her legs but left her buttocks bare. The sight of her luminous skin hardened his cock until it butted up against the placard of his jeans.
The candles flickered and danced as his breath whooshed in. “Do you wear this kind of underwear under your uniform?”
“I don’t know if I should answer that question.”
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to be distracted by imagining what I’m wearing underneath my uniform when you should be concentrating on the job.”
“Too late.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’ve been thinking that ever since I set eyes on you.” He ran his hand around the lace of the panties, and his body hardened further when he heard her gasp.
“Really?”
“I tried to keep my thoughts on other things, but when not in the heat of battle, I wondered what was under that uniform.”