Free Playing With Fire (Firehouse Fourteen Book 2) by Lisa B. Kamps Page A

Devouring her. If he was going to hell for this, then he would gladly burn because it felt right.
    She leaned into him, her soft curves pressed against him, her hips fitted just right against his. Her mouth opened for him and he wasted no time in thrusting his tongue into her sweetness. He wanted this. He wanted her. Now.
    He pulled away, his eyes searching around him. This wasn't the first time he had been to Dave's—Angie's—house, and he thanked God he knew the layout. He wrapped his hand around Angie's and tugged, leading her through the living room to the stairs, intent only on getting to her room.
    Except he wasn't sure which room was hers, and he paused at the stop of the stairs. Angie brushed by him, giving him a small smile, then led him down the hallway, past the bathroom.
    And into heaven.
    She was in his arms again, her mouth trailing a hot path along his neck, down past his collarbone. He reached between them and yanked at his shirt and jacket, pulling them off and letting them drop to the floor, needing to feel her touch against his skin.
    But it wasn't enough. He cupped her face between his hands and claimed her mouth, tasted her surrender. He dragged his hands down along her sides, down past her hips, and grabbed the hem of her dress. Slowly, so slowly, he dragged the material up, exposing her skin to his touch.
    She moaned again, nothing more than a soft sigh as he pulled the dress higher, past her waist. He broke the kiss and stepped back, just enough so he could pull the dress over her head, then tossed it to the floor with his shirt.
    She stood before him, a wet dream come to life in a lacy thong and matching bra and high heels. His mouth dried up at the sight of her, his breathing ragged as he drank her in. She looked up at him, almost shyly, and he tried to smile but his mind wasn't working, he couldn't focus, could only stare.
    "Beautiful."
    The word was a harsh whisper, ragged in the heavy air between them, and Jay realized the word had come from him. He let his eyes feast on her, watched the rise and fall of her chest, the fullness of her breasts that were barely restrained by the lacy fabric holding them in place.
    He reached out with one finger and traced the line of her collarbone, spread his fingers wider and brought them lower, dipping into her ample cleavage. She grabbed his wrist and for an awful second he thought she was trying to stop him.
    But no, she was using him for balance as she leaned down, trying to kick off her heels.
    "No." He stopped her with that one word, saw her looking up at him in unspoken question. He shook his head. He swallowed, licked his dry lips. "Leave them on."
    Angie straightened and his gut clenched at the expression on her face. Passion, desire, need.
    He grabbed her waist in his hands and claimed her mouth once more, guiding her until her back was against the wall. This scene had played out a hundred times or more in his mind.
    It was time to witness it in the flesh.
    He grabbed both her hands in one of his and pulled them up, holding them above her head as he broke the kiss. Her chest heaved, her heavy breasts spilling over the flimsy material of the bra. His free hand caressed her throat, down lower, her skin flushing under his touch. He pulled at the lace of her bra, freeing her to his gaze.
    Her nipples were hard peaks, begging for attention, and he gladly complied. He lowered his mouth to one breast, its weight heavy in his hand as he suckled, teasing her with his tongue, nipping gently with his teeth. Her body shuddered at the touch, her hips thrusting forward to meet air.
    He moved to her other breast, tasting and teasing, running his hands down her sides until his fingers hooked into the material of her thong. He looked up at her, at her closed eyes and parted mouth, at the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the heavy beating of the pulse at the base of her neck.
    "Beautiful."
    He dropped to his knees and pulled her thong down past her hips, her thighs,