Feel the Heat

by Lorie O'Clare

  Then he slid his hand around to the back of her head and drew her into a kiss as if it were something they did all the time.

  His lips were warmer than hers, and when he opened her mouth with his her knees began to shake. His tongue circled hers as if savoring every last drop of her, and a soft noise rose from his chest.

  She raised her hands to his waist.

  He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to him until they met from knees to shoulders. And they fit together perfectly.

  She slid her hands up his wide back. Muscles bunched under her fingers, and her body responded with a gush of wet heat.

  He leaned in, took more of her, moved one hand to her butt.

  She rubbed her abdomen over the ridge of his hidden erection, hard between them again.

  He tore his mouth from hers and pressed it to her face. “I’m definitely not relaxed,” he whispered.

  She laughed at the teasing note of agony in his voice.

  He straightened with his arms still around her. “Think this is funny, huh?”

  “A little.”

  Footsteps from the other side of the bleachers drew her attention.

  “Hey, is someone there?” a man asked.

  Neither of them moved or answered.

  The footsteps stopped for a moment, then continued on, accompanied by the jingle of a dog’s collar. “Come on, Belle,” the man said. “Dang kids ought to be in bed at this hour.”

  Hannah pressed her face to Lee’s shirt to keep from laughing aloud.

  He ran one hand slowly down the middle of her back. “Come back to the station with me and I’ll entertain you some more,” he whispered.

  She pushed against his chest. “I can’t do that.”

  He took her mouth again and pulled her up closer.

  She tried to resist him but couldn’t begin to. His mouth was magical over hers, taking just enough, offering his sensuous taste. His tongue stroked hers, starting a rhythm that her hips picked up. He squeezed her butt again and nerves began to sing between her backside and her clit.

  His lips curled into a smile against hers.

  She pushed against his chest again and managed to draw back enough to look up at him. “What if someone finds us there?”

  “No one’s at the station this time of night.”

  Lee Evans in bed. What could be more perfect?

  Lee in her, that’s what.

  Her knees buckled, but he didn’t seem to notice as he held her weight without effort.

  “I know you want to,” he said, his voice low and sexy.

  “How do you know?”

  “I can taste your desire.” He kissed her lips. “Feel it in your movements, smell it on your skin.” He pressed his mouth to the side of her neck.

  Hannah closed her eyes to enjoy the wonderful sensations of Lee seducing her. Even in her wildest fantasies, she hadn’t come close to this.

  He kissed her neck, then playfully nipped before moving his mouth to her ear. “I could just toss you over my shoulder.”

  “You wouldn’t dare.”

  “No?”

  He leaned down and wrapped an arm around her legs.

  She slapped his shoulder. “Lee! Stop it.”

  He rose and looked down at her. “Come to the station, Hannah.”

  Could she really do this? They were both adults, but still—

  “No one will know,” he said, as if reading her thoughts.

  Concern that she might be about to injure her career tried to worm its way into her thoughts, but she decided to ignore it for once. She’d sacrificed her personal life for the town. One evening with Lee was all she wanted. How could that be too much to ask?

  She glanced around to be sure they were alone again before whispering, “I’ll meet you there in half an hour.”

  He smiled. “I’ll be waiting.”

  Turning, she hurried away without looking back.

  Lee snatched the dirty shirt from the floor, opened the closet, and flung it into the clothes basket. Then he returned to the middle of his room and did a slow 360. Not exactly a penthouse suite, but everything seemed to be in order.

  He wiped his damp palms on his jeans. Hannah Hayward was about to be all his.

  Assuming she showed up.

  “Crap.”

  What if she backed out? He couldn’t exactly go storming up to her door and demand she invite him in, as much as he’d like to.

  Damn, he hoped she showed up. Being so close to her and not having her just might drive him nuts.

  He stepped out into the training room and stopped when he heard the door downstairs squeak open and the engine bay lights begin to buzz. Trying not to look too anxious, he strode across the room and trotted down the stairs.

  She stood just inside the doorway, wearing jeans and an oversized sweater.

  He grinned. “Looking for me?”

  She shrugged. “I guess.”

  “Good.” He walked past her, squeezing her arm in greeting, and locked the door. Then he turned back to admire her in the bright lights.

  Her nose was a little red from the cold and the collar of her sweater had mussed her hair, but her green eyes glistened and her lips still looked plump from their earlier kissing. He groaned in appreciation.

  Her eyebrows arched. “What?”

  “You’re gorgeous.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “You’re just horny.”

  “Yeah, I am, but only because you’re gorgeous.”

  “I bet you say that to all the girls.” She turned and strolled away from him. “Any chance of getting a drink?”

  “Sure.” He joined her, leading her toward the kitchen. “Hot chocolate, tea, or juice?”

  “Really?”

  He leaned close as if to share a secret. “I make a wicked hot chocolate.”

  “Okay.”

  As he filled the pot with milk and placed it on the burner, he glanced at her. She stood leaning against the counter, watching him. He could tell by her stance she wasn’t comfortable.

  Good. He didn’t want this to end too soon. If they’d picked up where they’d left off at the football field, he’d be toast by now. Besides, he enjoyed spending time near her. He liked the way she looked at him, the way she tucked her hair behind her ear, the way she stood with one foot behind the other. He liked the sound of her voice and the fact that she didn’t need to fill the silence with chatter.

  He stirred in the chocolate. As soon as it was mixed and steam began to rise, he took out a spoonful and blew on it, then held it out to her.

  She reached up and covered his hand with hers, guided the spoon to her lips, and carefully sipped. She smiled as she wiped a stray drop from her chin. “Yum.”

  Damn.

  Barely biting back a whimper, he leaned forward and kissed her lips.

  That split second of contact left him hard.

  “I couldn’t agree more,” he said. Burying one hand in her hair, he drew her back to him.

  She held his shoulders, and he felt a tremor pass between them. The spoon clattered to the stove as he slipped his arms around her and took her mouth, parting her willing lips. He lifted her to the counter, where he could take his time, and she looped her legs around his thighs.

  Her kisses fueled the fire she’d lit years ago. He couldn’t get enough. Her tongue met his in a tender duel, offering flavor so sweet and rich, it weakened his legs. He needed to touch and taste every inch of her.

  She drew him in deeper, and he reached under her sweater to find bare skin. Soft, warm skin, smoother than satin. She jumped when he touched her, and then moaned softly into his kiss.

  He moved his hands up her sides, lifting her sweater, and tore his mouth from hers. With one arm around her hips, he leaned her back and looked down at her full, round breasts. She wore a flimsy tan bra that did little to hide the darkness of her areoles. He covered one with his mouth and felt the nipple bead against his tongue.

  She sucked in a quick breath.

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p; He moved to the other side and did the same, and she held his neck and head and tightened her legs around him. He drew air through the fabric and was rewarded with a soft whimper.

  But he needed to taste the saltiness of her nipples. He drew down one cup of the bra to reveal the sweet, tender flesh and tight little bud.

  “Lee, wait.”

  Wait?

  “The chocolate, it’s bubbling over.”

  He straightened, suddenly aware of the smell of burning milk.

  “Oh, shit.” He dashed to the stove and turned off the burner, then grabbed the pot and rushed it to the sink, where it hissed and spit as he poured it out and filled the pot with water.

  He turned to Hannah and found her standing in front of the counter, her sweater disappointingly in place.

  “How about juice instead?”

  She laughed. “I’m all right. I don’t really need anything.”

  He grinned, strolled back to her, and wrapped his arms around her. “I do.”

  She laughed again, and he smiled. Her laugh was wonderfully sexy, just like the rest of her.

  “I’m thinking I should focus on one thing at a time,” he said.

  She nodded.

  “Glad you agree.” He leaned over and scooped her into his arms.

  She squealed and then looped her arms around his neck. “I’ve never been swept off my feet before.”

  He kissed her as he started toward the stairs. “I’ve got a lot more in mind than sweeping.”

  3

  Hannah sat on the edge of the small bed and glanced around the equally small room. Everything was neat and clean, but there were no pictures or decorations—no personal touch.

  “Not exactly luxury accommodations.” Lee smiled apologetically.

  “It’s fine.” She wanted to point out that the only important part was being in the room together. Her belly sizzled with desire for the man standing in front of her, looking down at her. But she wasn’t sure what to say or do. She’d never just jumped into bed with anyone. And her limited sexual experience hadn’t left her with an abundance of self-confidence.

  She had no doubt about this being purely physical. She’d seen Lee in high school with a different girl every few weeks. None of them ever seemed to complain, although Hannah had noticed a few of the exes casting forlorn looks in his direction. He was the original bad-boy heartbreaker, able to charm the pants off anyone.

  Nothing in his actions now suggested he’d changed. He’d charmed her right into his room.

  The funny thing was that he looked a little flustered. He took a deep breath, blew it out, and turned his amazing smile on her once again.

  “I feel like I should offer you a chance to leave,” he said.

  “Why?”

  He laughed. “I don’t know. I just do.”

  Talk about mixed messages. She could see how aroused he was, and yet he seemed to be backing away. “Do you want me to leave?”

  He knelt in front of her and slid his palms up and down her thighs. “Hell no.”

  When he looked up, she saw something unexpected in his brown eyes, something that looked like honest concern.

  And then it was gone, replaced by allure. He leaned forward and slowly, deliciously, slid his warm hands up her sides under her sweater. She raised her arms and he eased the sweater over her head.

  His gaze taking in so much of her made her a little uncomfortable, but he seemed to approve of what he saw.

  She reached down, pulled his T-shirt off over his head, and tossed it behind her.

  It was all she could do to keep from making a ridiculous comment about how amazing he looked. He was more than just toned. Light brown hair dusted tight pecs. Below six-pack abs, a darker line started at his navel and disappeared into his jeans. His skin was tan and smooth, and his arms bulged with muscles that made her mouth water.

  She’d always appreciated good-looking men but had never been overly impressed by brawn. Something about tight, hard muscles on Lee, however, did unexpected things to her insides. The fact that he could carry her up a flight of stairs without breathing hard made her giddy.

  She ran her hands up his arms to his shoulders and watched gooseflesh follow her touch.

  He kissed her neck as he reached around her, and her bra suddenly disappeared.

  “Damn,” he whispered. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”

  She combed her fingers through his soft hair. “What, like half the day?”

  He chuckled. “Yeah.”

  Then he kissed her, and she lost the ability to tell which way was up. He enveloped her in his arms, drew her to his heated body, and filled her mouth with his tongue and his taste.

  Hannah clung to him, willing to go wherever he led.

  When his mouth left hers, she opened her eyes to find herself looking at the ceiling. Lee covered her without crushing her as he kissed her neck and her face. His body heat warmed her from the inside out.

  He trailed kisses down her throat to the middle of her chest and then traced maddeningly slow circles around her left breast with his tongue. Her nipple stiffened as his warm breath caressed it, and it ached for attention.

  He drew the hard bud into his mouth, and her back arched up to offer more. She bit her bottom lip to keep quiet.

  He sucked and tugged gently from side to side, and spasms of delight shot down her body. She opened her legs wider and felt him center his stomach against her pussy, providing just the right pressure as she raised her hips into him.

  Then he eased off, bathing her nipple in warmth with his tongue, and she collapsed back to the bed.

  When he started the same treatment on the other side, she wondered if he planned to drive her mad with desire. He sucked her up off the bed again, and she cried out at the intense pleasure.

  He groaned against her skin as he licked a line down the middle of her chest and stomach. When he sat up, she frowned and raised her head. “Where are you going?”

  He grinned at her with lust burning in his eyes as he flipped off her shoes, dropping them to the floor, then unzipped her jeans and pulled them down over her hips. He backed away, taking her pants and panties with him as if peeling her until she lay in front of him completely nude.

  She raised herself to her elbows. “It’s a little cold in here.”

  “Is it?” He drew her left ankle up to his mouth. “Let me see if I can turn up the heat.”

  He worked his way up her leg, kissing, licking, and nipping her flesh, and she watched him, jumping each time he hit a ticklish spot. The farther up her leg he went, the warmer she felt. By the time he reached her inner thigh, molten heat pooled in her crotch.

  Lee backed off the end of the bed, dragging her with him until she reached the edge. He drew her feet up to his shoulders, leaving her open to his warm breath between her legs. His mouth covered her pussy and Hannah gasped.

  She gripped the bedspread in her fists, trying to hold back the explosion.

  He licked slow and hard, all the way up, ending with a flick to her clit that brought her hips off the bed. Gripping her thighs, he licked again and again, pushing her to the edge until she felt as if her skin blistered with longing.

  He groaned and sucked her swollen clit, and the ground dropped out from under her.

  She fell into a blazing pool of bliss.

  Waves of pleasure pulsed through her, lifting her and dropping her. On and on, until she was lost.

  Alone, confused, disoriented, she fought for breath and struggled to find her way back.

  As the world returned, she felt the bed rock from side to side.

  Over her on his hands and knees, Lee nuzzled her neck. “Warmer?”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” He stretched out on top of her, his bulging jeans centered against her crotch.

  Hannah wrapped her arms around his chest, wishing she could purr her contentment. No man had ever brought her to a climax with his mouth. And she’d never experienced such an intense orgasm.

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bsp; “You taste good,” he whispered.

  His warm lips on her skin and her own scent mixed with his excited her somehow, in spite of having just come. She held him tighter.

  “I want more of you, Hannah.” He pushed against her crotch.

  She raked her nails up his back and he shuddered. The thrill of having control of such a powerful man excited her even more.

  “Then take more,” she said.

  He groaned as he rolled to one side of her, sat up, and opened a nightstand drawer. With a condom in his hand, he stood and faced her as he brazenly removed his pants.

  He had good reason not to be shy, she had to admit. If ever there was a man made to be naked, it was Lee.

  The lower half of his body was every bit as gorgeous as the top. His legs were muscular, his hips narrow, and his erection bigger than she’d expected. Watching him roll on the condom made muscles twitch in strange places. She’d never had sex with anyone quite so well endowed.

  His expression hinted at primal hunger as he stretched out beside her, his hand caressing her stomach and ribs. She studied his eyes, wondering if he hid any doubts behind his wall of self-confidence. He’d always been a mystery, and was no less so now that she lay beside him.

  His erection rested on her thigh, heavy and hard. She reached down and explored, and wrapped her fingers around it, amazed by its girth.

  His eyes closed for a moment. Then he grabbed her hand and raised it to his mouth, where he kissed the back of it. “You shouldn’t do that right now.”

  “Why not?”

  “Only one of us has come today.” He licked his lips as he studied her mouth. “And I want to take you over the top with me.”

  Hannah started to explain that there was no possible way she’d achieve another orgasm, but he didn’t give her a chance. He captured her mouth and kissed her hard and deep as he lifted himself over her, parting her knees with his own. Sensing his urgency, she expected him to work quickly, but he didn’t. He settled back on top of her and kissed her, caressing her face, as if it were all he wanted.

  Surrounded by his warmth, skin to skin, tasting herself on his lips, she felt desire begin to knot in her belly all over again as if he were kissing her for the first time. She wanted him closer, wanted to feel his hardness filling her, and began to tremble somewhere deep inside.