Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) by Morgan Kelley
Authors: Morgan Kelley
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her be consumed. Tomorrow he’d forage around and find the items he needed.
As she hung upside down topless, the men surrounding the stage began tossing money to her.
Yeah, she was a whore and would be his perfect victim. With the offer of some cash, she’d do whatever he wanted. Then he’d take her to the trees and watch her hopes and dreams go up in flames.
Along with all that beautiful hair.
* * *
Sneaking into the house was a very dangerous thing. He was pretty sure she was sleeping with her gun beside the bed, and that could mean getting shot. Chances were he’d get to her first, climb into bed and have his way with her, but there was always that risk.
Dropping his gear in the living room on the couch, he toed off his boots and started stripping on his way to their room. All he hoped at that moment was his father didn’t wander out of his room, catching him buck naked wandering the hallway.
The naked he could p robably overlook. But the fully aroused state might be the part that embarrassed them both. Before entering, he pulled his hair free of the ponytail just for her. He heard a noise and again thought about his father catching him.
Then again, who cared? He was about to wake his sleeping beauty, and with much more than a kiss. Already thinking about her, he was ready and desperate to touch and taste her again. The entire plane ride back had been torture, as he planned to creep into their bed, taking her.
It was always this way with Elizabeth. There’d never be enough. When he was old and on his deathbed, his last thought would be her and the body he loved.
Opening the door, it didn’t make a sound and for that he was completely grateful. Placing his clothes on the floor beside the bed, he stared down at her as his eyes adjusted to the almost complete darkness. Hitting the light on his phone, he saw the position she was resting in, and made his move. Just as the light extinguished, he rested his body over hers, pinning her arms and hands beneath his.
For now he was going to enjoy her pulling from sleep , and taking her until his body couldn’t handle anymore.
Elizabeth was startled awake and found someone pressed against her and couldn’t move. She went to struggle and scream when a mouth came down roughly over hers, but as the kiss began she relaxed. The scent gave him away, and her heart started to pound in her chest. She let him control the mating of mouths and take whatever he needed. It only mattered that he was home, and she could be with him. It felt like forever since she had his lips tasting her and devouring her.
The kiss broke , and she arched up into him as he moved to her throat.
“Callen,” Elizabeth whispered, as he ran his teeth over her earlobe and gave her chills. “God, I missed you.”
Whitefox still didn’t speak; he was too absorbed in the scent of her skin and shampoo. Leaning off her body, he pulled the nightshirt from her, hands wandering only to find her completely naked beneath it. Just the feel and contrast of his rougher hands gliding over silky flesh aroused him even more.
When he slid down her body, his hair skimmed across her flesh and pulled a moan from her lips. Working his way lower, he continued a trail of wet, hot kisses until he found her ready for him. Tasting Elizabeth had to be the most amazing experience of all times. When he used tongue and teeth, she always accepted it, allowing him to fulfill his need anyway he wanted. In bed with her, he was free to be himself. Not once had she complained the sex was too rough, too hard, or far from what she wanted. Always Elizabeth accepted him, making the entire experience wilder with her begging and pleading. There was always pleasure between them.
When he began the torture, she gasped at the urgency. Callen was planning on a very wild ride. Elizabeth could tell by his mood. The first orgasm ripped through her,
As she hung upside down topless, the men surrounding the stage began tossing money to her.
Yeah, she was a whore and would be his perfect victim. With the offer of some cash, she’d do whatever he wanted. Then he’d take her to the trees and watch her hopes and dreams go up in flames.
Along with all that beautiful hair.
* * *
Sneaking into the house was a very dangerous thing. He was pretty sure she was sleeping with her gun beside the bed, and that could mean getting shot. Chances were he’d get to her first, climb into bed and have his way with her, but there was always that risk.
Dropping his gear in the living room on the couch, he toed off his boots and started stripping on his way to their room. All he hoped at that moment was his father didn’t wander out of his room, catching him buck naked wandering the hallway.
The naked he could p robably overlook. But the fully aroused state might be the part that embarrassed them both. Before entering, he pulled his hair free of the ponytail just for her. He heard a noise and again thought about his father catching him.
Then again, who cared? He was about to wake his sleeping beauty, and with much more than a kiss. Already thinking about her, he was ready and desperate to touch and taste her again. The entire plane ride back had been torture, as he planned to creep into their bed, taking her.
It was always this way with Elizabeth. There’d never be enough. When he was old and on his deathbed, his last thought would be her and the body he loved.
Opening the door, it didn’t make a sound and for that he was completely grateful. Placing his clothes on the floor beside the bed, he stared down at her as his eyes adjusted to the almost complete darkness. Hitting the light on his phone, he saw the position she was resting in, and made his move. Just as the light extinguished, he rested his body over hers, pinning her arms and hands beneath his.
For now he was going to enjoy her pulling from sleep , and taking her until his body couldn’t handle anymore.
Elizabeth was startled awake and found someone pressed against her and couldn’t move. She went to struggle and scream when a mouth came down roughly over hers, but as the kiss began she relaxed. The scent gave him away, and her heart started to pound in her chest. She let him control the mating of mouths and take whatever he needed. It only mattered that he was home, and she could be with him. It felt like forever since she had his lips tasting her and devouring her.
The kiss broke , and she arched up into him as he moved to her throat.
“Callen,” Elizabeth whispered, as he ran his teeth over her earlobe and gave her chills. “God, I missed you.”
Whitefox still didn’t speak; he was too absorbed in the scent of her skin and shampoo. Leaning off her body, he pulled the nightshirt from her, hands wandering only to find her completely naked beneath it. Just the feel and contrast of his rougher hands gliding over silky flesh aroused him even more.
When he slid down her body, his hair skimmed across her flesh and pulled a moan from her lips. Working his way lower, he continued a trail of wet, hot kisses until he found her ready for him. Tasting Elizabeth had to be the most amazing experience of all times. When he used tongue and teeth, she always accepted it, allowing him to fulfill his need anyway he wanted. In bed with her, he was free to be himself. Not once had she complained the sex was too rough, too hard, or far from what she wanted. Always Elizabeth accepted him, making the entire experience wilder with her begging and pleading. There was always pleasure between them.
When he began the torture, she gasped at the urgency. Callen was planning on a very wild ride. Elizabeth could tell by his mood. The first orgasm ripped through her,
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