Page 46 of Fighting Fire

“I saw Bryant giving you a hard time again. That guy needs to embrace affirmative action.”

Lana was thankful that Pete changed topics. “What do you know about him, Pete?”

“He and I were on the same squad before he got a job with arson. He couldn’t cut it as a firefighter. If you ask me, that’s why he moved on.”

“Meadows, you’re in my seat.”

Lana looked up to see Sean standing behind Pete’s chair.

“There are plenty of seats, O’Neill.”

“But I was sitting here.”

All conversation at the table stopped at the note in Sean’s voice. Pete looked at Lana, surprise in his eyes. Easygoing, never-have-a-problem-O’Neill was making a scene.

“You’ve never objected before.”

“I am now. Move.”

Pete picked up his plate and glass and gave up Sean’s seat. Sean sat down and started eating without a care in the world. All around the table there were smirks and wry smiles.

Lana had to bite her lip to keep from grabbing him and planting a kiss on his attractive mouth. His forceful attitude stirred something inside her, made her juices start to flow. Made her feel reckless.

Sean slanted her a look as if sensing her arousal. She could feel the heat of his gaze against the side of her face. When she looked at him, his eyes blazed with a deep awareness that made her knees weak.

Too bad they were on duty.

She only jumped slightly when his left hand landed on her thigh, massaging gently. He continued to eat all the while his fingers moved up and down her leg, giving her goose bumps, wishing it wasn’t another thirty-two hours before they were off duty.

They had no more calls that night and Lana went up the stairs to the bunkroom. She thought it was empty until she sensed Sean’s presence.

Lana clutched Sean’s shoulders as he pinned her to the wall and seared his hot, wet mouth on hers.

Winding a handful of her hair around his hand, he tilted her head back, covering her mouth with a kiss that was meant to inflame, to detonate, to ravage, and Lana groaned softly. He seemed to absorb the sound, drawing his hands up her torso.

Lana lost it. Grappling for every breath, she savored his succulent mouth, drawing his tongue deeper into hers.

He cupped her face. The feel of his hands made her whole body tremble. Sobbing against his mouth, she reached down and dragged her fingers up the thick, hard ridge under his zipper and molded her hand over the hard bulge. Sean tugged her hand away, making a rough sound deep in his throat. Stretching his arms around her neck, he softened the kiss; then, breathing hard, he pulled away from her mouth, taking control.

“I know what you need,” he said softly.

Lana’s senses overloaded when he dragged her against him, the feel of him thick and hard and fully aroused at the juncture of her thighs, driving the breath from her. Grasping the back of her head, he covered her mouth with another searing kiss, his heart hammering against her. His hands slipped down her body to her hips. Tightening his hold, he wedged his knee between her legs, and Lana fought for breath as he settled heavily between her thighs.

Drawing up her leg, she tried to cup him, but Sean grabbed her wrist, forcing her hand away.

“This time is for you.”

Sean held her still against him, brushing his mouth against hers with excruciating slowness. Lana wanted desperately to move against him and force his mouth down harder on hers, but he resisted. His mouth barely touching hers, he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. “Sweet. Very sweet.”

He deepened the kiss, then slowly, so slowly, flexed his hips against hers, aligning his arousal tightly with her pelvis. Lana sobbed against his mouth, thrusting her hips to increase the pressure.

“Easy does it,” he whispered unevenly. He kissed her again, his mouth wonderfully tormenting.

He undid her pants and slid one hand under the elastic of her panties going to the hot, moist core of her that ached for his touch.

Feeling as if she was drowning in the deep, vital sensations, Lana shuddered and turned her face against him as he slid his fingers over her straining core, his touch turning her weak.

Dragging her mouth away, she shuddered and turned her head against his, the muscles in her back bunching as she flexed her hips against his hand. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck, trailing kisses to the hollow behind her ear, and then he returned to her mouth, kissing her with a thoroughness that went on and on and on.


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