Her Firefighter SEAL by Anne Marsh Page A

kindness.” She lifted up, teased herself back down him like he was her own personal toy, and he was one big, on-fire nerve ending. There was nothing between the two of them, nothing to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head at the sheer heat and pleasure and... no condom. Shit. He needed to do something about that before his brain short-circuited completely.
    “I’ve got condoms in my jeans.” Which were on her bathroom floor. The ten yards suddenly seemed like a march to outer Siberia.
    “As in plural ? Somebody was feeling optimistic.” She slid again, and he pressed up to meet her. She was hotter, slicker, and his brain quit on the spot because she felt so fucking perfect.
    She’d asked him a question. There was no great answer there. He needed her to know he’d never do anything to put her at risk. That they’d do this however, whenever she wanted. At least the first time. The second time, he might have a few suggestions of his own to make.
    She laughed, taking pity on him. “I’m teasing you.”
    He looked down where she was riding him. “Hell yeah, you are.”
    “You can’t get me more pregnant, and I’m clean.”
    Sinking into her bareback? He hadn’t thought he could get any harder, but that mental image did it. Her trust was even more of a turn-on.
    “Are you sure?”
    She braced her hands on his shoulders, her fingers tracing his collarbone. “I want to have sex, not play twenty questions.”
    Green light received. He closed the distance between their mouths, brushing his lips over hers in a light, teasing touch. Unlike his, her lips were soft and berry-flavored. Some kind of lip gloss or ChapStick maybe. It wasn’t like he was a Sephora expert. Once. Twice. She sighed but didn’t stop her slow glide against him.
    He kissed her again, his tongue tracing the seam of her lips. She caught her breath, freezing against him like every inch of her had focused on the erotic path of his mouth. Or fuck, maybe he was projecting because their kiss felt so impossibly good that he had to kiss her again, deeper and harder. She opened her mouth on a gasp, her tongue tangling with his as she shivered, nails digging into his shoulders. The heat burning through him had him rethinking his plan of slow and sweet. He needed to be inside her, taking her deep. Tomorrow would be a good time for slow. Or later tonight. When he finally broke their kiss, his breathing rough, he was completely lost in her. For her.
    “More kisses.” She moved against him in sensual demand.
    “Absolutely,” he growled. Nothing could keep him from her now.

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    Chapter Ten
    O oh. Somebody was feeling dominant.
    Since that worked for her, Abbie didn’t tell him to back off. Instead, she grabbed his shoulders and hung on.  Now that she had him spread out beneath her like her favorite page from the Strong firefighter calendar, she planned to enjoy him. One inch at a time, she decided, because she wasn’t in the mood to rush. Instead, she rocked against him, enjoying the heat and strength of him.
    “You’re not going anywhere,” she announced, hearing the gleeful note she couldn’t quite hide, and he groaned something that certainly sounded like agreement to her. Good. It was important they were both on the same page here.
    She wriggled, enjoying the sensation of having him pressed against her.  There sure was something to be said for opposites attracting, what with the hard-soft juxtaposition they had going on. Nothing subtle about it either, but she hadn’t asked him to come over for candy hearts and poetry. Hot sex, on the other hand, definitely worked for her.
    “Neither are you, Abbie.” His hands tightened on her hips holding her in place.
    “Is that a complaint?” She knew she looked amused, but since when had sex needed to be serious? This was supposed to be her fun treat to her herself. For herself. Whatever.  Giving up on words, she scooted down and got a good look at him. Kade was more than