Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) by Morgan Kelley Page A
Authors: Morgan Kelley
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bowing her body and his name escaping her lips. Her world shattered around her as he continued, only harder this time, demanding far more from her quaking body.
When Elizabeth slid her hands into his hair and pulled, it made him wild and crazy. With other women , he didn’t enjoy it being touched or yanked but with her, he loved it. With the quickening of her breath, he knew she was close and he prepared to invade as soon as she broke apart.
Elizabeth moaned his name again, and the colors fragmented around her, as her entire body fractured. It wasn’t until she felt him slide roughly into her that Elizabeth was able to focus again.
“ Give me more, angel. I want you,” he whispered, driving into her with such force she gasped. Her tightness and still quivering muscles lured him to release, but he fought hard to stay in control. What he wanted was to hear her whispering his name over and over, until he was satiated. When Elizabeth dug her nails into his shoulders and bowed into him, he furiously took her, driving into her trying to find release.
“Callen,” she begged, loving how her body felt beneath his.
“You feel amazing, Lyzee,” he whispered back, visualizing the sublime look of passion on her face. In the darkness they had to rely on all their senses.
“Can’t last much longer, my love,” she whispered.
The words tripped his heart and Callen faltered. Then she undid him, speaking to him in French. It made him wild and crazy to hear the words, so breathily whispered, and not know what they meant. “Oh God,” he moaned, as he teetered precariously on the edge.
Yet still she whispered more words, and it broke his concentration and control to pieces.
Elizabeth erupted, his name on her lips, and knew he was close. Pulling him down by his hair, her mouth took his, and roughly kissed him.
Callen was done, and with the wicked use of teeth and tongue, he flung himself over the edge, dragging them both into total bliss. He followed the woman that owned his heart and soul.
Slowly regaining feeling in her body, Elizabeth ran her hands up and down his back, as he lay above her. His weight pressed her to the bed, and she felt protected and safe below him. “I love you, Callen.”
He rolled off her body, dragging her with him and laying her across him. “I love you, Lyzee.”
“I didn’t expect you t o come home tonight,” she said yawning.
“I can leave if you want,” he teased.
Elizabeth was so tired she couldn’t even hit him. “Never. I’m glad you're home.”
Callen pulled the blankets up around them and grinned as she cuddled against him. Not long ago he’d always wondered what it would feel like to be part of her life like this, and now it was reality. “Sweet dreams, angel,” he whispered as her breathing slowed.
Whitefox laid there for a while, until he followed her into sleep. He simply enjoyed the lingering scent of her perfume and allowed it to lull him into the darkness, finally.
His life couldn’t get any better.
~ Chapter Four ~
Thursday Morning
The alarm pulled them both from sleep . Only she was smiling, and he was trying to pull her back into bed to catch more down time. Certainly one morning run could be skipped.
“Elizabeth, what do I have to do to get you to skip the run this morning and stay in bed with me?” asked Callen, ready to offer up a kidney if that was the cost. “Name your price.”
She laughed. “How bad do you want it?”
Now he moved fast, grabbing her and pulling her back under the blankets until she was trapped against him.
“Really bad. I have wicked jet lag.”
Now she was giggling. “You were in the same time zone working. You don’t have jet lag, darlin’,” she said, running her hands across his abs and the fox tattooed there. As teenagers, he and Ethan had rebelled and gotten their animal spirit guides tattooed on
When Elizabeth slid her hands into his hair and pulled, it made him wild and crazy. With other women , he didn’t enjoy it being touched or yanked but with her, he loved it. With the quickening of her breath, he knew she was close and he prepared to invade as soon as she broke apart.
Elizabeth moaned his name again, and the colors fragmented around her, as her entire body fractured. It wasn’t until she felt him slide roughly into her that Elizabeth was able to focus again.
“ Give me more, angel. I want you,” he whispered, driving into her with such force she gasped. Her tightness and still quivering muscles lured him to release, but he fought hard to stay in control. What he wanted was to hear her whispering his name over and over, until he was satiated. When Elizabeth dug her nails into his shoulders and bowed into him, he furiously took her, driving into her trying to find release.
“Callen,” she begged, loving how her body felt beneath his.
“You feel amazing, Lyzee,” he whispered back, visualizing the sublime look of passion on her face. In the darkness they had to rely on all their senses.
“Can’t last much longer, my love,” she whispered.
The words tripped his heart and Callen faltered. Then she undid him, speaking to him in French. It made him wild and crazy to hear the words, so breathily whispered, and not know what they meant. “Oh God,” he moaned, as he teetered precariously on the edge.
Yet still she whispered more words, and it broke his concentration and control to pieces.
Elizabeth erupted, his name on her lips, and knew he was close. Pulling him down by his hair, her mouth took his, and roughly kissed him.
Callen was done, and with the wicked use of teeth and tongue, he flung himself over the edge, dragging them both into total bliss. He followed the woman that owned his heart and soul.
Slowly regaining feeling in her body, Elizabeth ran her hands up and down his back, as he lay above her. His weight pressed her to the bed, and she felt protected and safe below him. “I love you, Callen.”
He rolled off her body, dragging her with him and laying her across him. “I love you, Lyzee.”
“I didn’t expect you t o come home tonight,” she said yawning.
“I can leave if you want,” he teased.
Elizabeth was so tired she couldn’t even hit him. “Never. I’m glad you're home.”
Callen pulled the blankets up around them and grinned as she cuddled against him. Not long ago he’d always wondered what it would feel like to be part of her life like this, and now it was reality. “Sweet dreams, angel,” he whispered as her breathing slowed.
Whitefox laid there for a while, until he followed her into sleep. He simply enjoyed the lingering scent of her perfume and allowed it to lull him into the darkness, finally.
His life couldn’t get any better.
~ Chapter Four ~
Thursday Morning
The alarm pulled them both from sleep . Only she was smiling, and he was trying to pull her back into bed to catch more down time. Certainly one morning run could be skipped.
“Elizabeth, what do I have to do to get you to skip the run this morning and stay in bed with me?” asked Callen, ready to offer up a kidney if that was the cost. “Name your price.”
She laughed. “How bad do you want it?”
Now he moved fast, grabbing her and pulling her back under the blankets until she was trapped against him.
“Really bad. I have wicked jet lag.”
Now she was giggling. “You were in the same time zone working. You don’t have jet lag, darlin’,” she said, running her hands across his abs and the fox tattooed there. As teenagers, he and Ethan had rebelled and gotten their animal spirit guides tattooed on
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