9781618856173FiredUpHolt by Desiree Holt Page A

trouble forming words. All she could
think about was how big his cock might be and how it would feel inside her.
    Just
the day before yesterday they’d met in the driveway and her eyes had been drawn
to the bulge in his jeans as if pulled by a thread. It took her a long moment
before she realized he was actually saying something.
    “Misa?” Fingers snapped in front of her face. “Hey. You in there? You okay?”
    “Huh?
What?” She shook her head, heat creeping up her cheeks. Forcibly she lifted her
gaze to his face.
    “Bad
day?” he chuckled. “I asked you if one of these nights you wanted to grab a
beer with me.”
    “A beer?” God, did she just sound like a lobotomized idiot?
    “Or any other kind of drink. Whatever you
like.” He shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans, further
straining the material and accentuating that yummy bulge even more.
    Don’t look, don’t look .
    “I
mean,” he went on, “we’ve lived next door to each other for a while and don’t
say much more than hi or goodbye. I thought maybe we should be a little more,
you know, neighborly.”
    Oh
hell yes, she wanted to get neighborly with him. Intimately
so.
    “Um, sure. That would be great.” She dragged her gaze back to
his face again. “Just let me know when.”
    He
studied her for a minute. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem a little, oh, I
don’t know, disturbed about something.”
    Misa
had pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Just a little distracted is
all. Sure. That sounds great.”
    “Maybe this weekend? I’ll have my next forty-eight
hours off then.”
    She
nodded, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. She was actually going to
spend some private time with this sex god.
      Holy
shit!
    “I’ll
call you Saturday morning,” he added, then looked at his watch. “Gotta run. See you this weekend.”
    That
was two days ago. Since then she’d barely been able to think of anything else.
Last night she’d had such an erotic dream about Sam that she’d woken up sweaty
and panting with three of her fingers shoved into her pussy and the other hand
clamped around a breast. She’d needed a long shower, much of it cold, to pull
herself together. She’d actually been so unfocussed at work today people asked
her if she had a problem.
    Yes. A problem. I want to have hot, sweaty, off-the-wall sex with my neighbor.
    She
had heard stories about him as she covered the news beat. Reporters she worked
with talked about his heroics in firefighting as well as his community service.
In a town the size of Benton information like that spread easily and quickly.
As one of only two photographers at the newspaper, she kept hoping she’d be
assigned to a story involving him and today it had finally happened. She had just
returned to the newspaper when her editor grabbed her.
    “Are
you good to go on an assignment?” he barked. “I can’t send you out on something
if you’re gonna fuck it up.” The man wasn’t noted for either his tact or his
manners.
    “I’m
fine,” she insisted, dragging in the frayed edges of her mind. “What have you
got?”
    “Three
alarm fire at an apartment house,” he told her. “I hear it’s bad. Scully’s got
it. I got him on his cell. Get going and meet him there. And don’t skimp on the
shots.”
    She’d
had to park two blocks away because the police department had all the streets
blocked. Not a problem. She’d long ago taken to wearing comfortable shoes on
the job. Carrying her camera bag she jogged to the scene of the fire and her
editor had been right. Bad barely began to describe it.
    Flames
engulfed the entire building. Residents huddled in everything from nightclothes
to jeans, women crying, mothers hugging their children. A woman was sobbing
hysterically in the arms of a neighbor, screaming something. The neighbor was
doing her best to console her, but Misa saw the look of despair on her face.
The firemen were doing their best to contain it, but their hoses