Free Sweet Carolina by Roz Lee

he filled them with Caro instead. His hand
beneath her chin moved to cup the back of her head while the other
one found her sweet ass in her fire suit and pressed her softness
against his hardness. She moaned again and he devoured her mouth.
She tasted better than any champagne, and beneath the smell of
burnt rubber and car exhaust clinging to her hair, was some flowery
scent: beneath that, pure Carolina Hawkins.
    Her lips were everything he dreamed they
would be, and though he'd never been fire suit-to-fire suit with
anyone before, he didn't want to let her go. She was the spark to
his ignition and he went full throttle at her first moan. The
little girl he'd played with as a child was all grown up and she
had his lug nuts in a vise. He wanted her. And if the way she was
kissing him back was any indication, she wanted him equally as
much.
    As he fumbled with the closure at the collar
of her fire suit, he mentally checked off the steps to slipping her
out of it altogether. Layers. Too many layers. The fire suit.
Followed by the fireproof layer underneath, then…images of lacy
undergarments flashed through his mind. Did she wear lace under all
the protective gear? God, he hoped so.
    He flicked her collar open and fumbled for
the tab on her zipper, all without breaking the kiss. The zipper
parted and his hand slid inside her suit. Undaunted by the Nomex
undergarments, his fingers found skin. Hot, silky skin. He wrenched
his lips from hers. Caro looked up, her eyes glazed with passion,
her rosy lips wet and swollen. His gut clenched. He brushed his
thumb across her stomach, watching her eyes for a cue to continue
or stop. Everything in him screamed to take another lap, full
throttle ahead, but this was Carolina Hawkins, and he wouldn't hurt
her for anything, even for a victory lap.
    “Touch me,” she said.
    “You're sure?” he asked.
    She shrugged one shoulder, then the other,
and the top of her fire suit hung from the waistband. “I'm sure,”
she said as she reached for the hem of the Nomex top and peeled it
up to reveal his hands wrapped around her waist.
    Dell swallowed hard at the sight of all that
perfect alabaster skin. It was almost sacrilege to touch it with
his callused hands, but he couldn't let go.
    “A little help here, Dell,” she said,
breaking into his reverie.
    “Yeah, let's get this off.” He helped her
lift it over her head and off without taking his eyes off the twin
scraps of lace revealed in the process.
    Before the Nomex hit the floor, his hands
covered her breasts. The lace scratched his palms in contrast to
the softness beneath. He squeezed both globes, and when she cried
out, he groaned. “Beautiful, Caro. You are so fucking
beautiful.”
    “My turn,” she breathed. She fumbled with his
collar. Dell helped her, and before he could decide if it were a
good idea or not, his fire suit hung around his waist, and his
Nomex undershirt joined hers on the floor. He was on fire, and
there wasn't a suit in the world that could protect him from the
flames licking his insides. He burned for this woman. Rational or
not. Sane or not. It didn't matter.
    Caro flattened her palms against his chest
and Dell ignited. He framed her face between his hands and brought
her lips up to his. Her hands explored. His lips conquered.
Desperate to taste her, he used his thumbs to tilt her head back
and trailed hot kisses down her neck, across her collarbone, and to
the swell of her breasts above her bra.
    Her skin smelled like roses and tasted like
cream. He wanted more. He hooked a finger in the top of one lacy
cup and jerked down. One sweet, ruby nipple popped free and he took
it in his mouth. Caro moaned and one small hand cradled the back of
his head, holding him to her while the other slipped around his
waist. The bite of fingernails in his back sent a bolt of lightning
to his groin.
    He managed to free the other breast and
shifted his attention to it, testing the weight of the first in his
hand. Nothing had ever