Her Firefighter SEAL by Anne Marsh Page B

up for the job.
    “This part of you isn’t complaining,” she said, close enough for her words to whisper against his penis. He jerked and cursed.
    She palmed him. Oh, he felt good. The heat of him seared her skin, and he was hard, so no worries about whether or not he wanted her enough. She dragged her hand down, then back up, enjoying the slick glide of her skin over his and earning herself another hoarse curse. He pushed against her fingers, and she leaned in, blowing gently over the tip of him.
    “Abbie!”
    She had plenty more surprises in her. His pleasure in this, in her , was an aphrodisiac. So she leaned a little farther, bracing her hands on the bed, her fingers brushing the warm skin of his hips. And licked him. Swirled her tongue around the swollen head like he was her favorite flavor. Swept her tongue down and down, exploring and tasting. He groaned something, gasped words as his hands tangled roughly in her hair, guiding her, hanging onto her. She liked this wilder, fiercer side of him, so she showed him by humming approvingly and kissing a naughty path back up him.
    Then he took over. She was secretly surprised he’d let her set the pace for this long. Kade was good at pretending he was a gentleman—and he probably thought he wanted to be one—but he was all rough-and-tough SEAL. He pulled her away and up his body so he could see her face. Just to provoke him a little more, she licked her lips. He looked heated... and more than a little questioning.
    “If you stop now, I’ll kill you,” she said, just to make her position on what was happening understood.
    He nodded. “Works for me.”
    He slid his palms over her hands, threading his fingers through hers and pulling her hands slowly over his head. The move stretched her out over him and put her breast at mouth level. She could work with this, she decided happily. Her nipples were just as happy with their current position, puckering into hard, tight buds as he brushed his mouth over the sensitive skin. Forget holding back or holding in what she felt, because she moaned, and he gave her more. He licked and sucked, his mouth exploring her and pushing her down that familiar-unfamiliar hot slope toward what she really, really hoped was the best orgasm she’d had in months. Years. Really, the timeline didn’t matter—just that he kept going and going.
    “Equal time is good,” she said when he lifted his mouth away from her left breast. He’d made her breathless. Next thing she knew, she’d be moaning and sighing.
    “I can do that.” And then he did. He kissed her, his mouth covering the soft slope and working down to her nipple. Her breasts were sensitive, thanks to Baby, but Kade also knew what he was doing. Boy, did he ever.
    “Wow,” she said, long minutes later, her knees trembling and her nipples greedy little points. “You do live up to your high school reputation.”
    “You have gorgeous breasts.” Then he blinked, like he’d just processed her words. Good to know she scrambled his brains too. “You’re holding what I did all those years ago against me?”
    She thought about that for a few seconds. “Absolutely. You were a legend in the girls’ bathroom, and I might have shared a few secrets of my own.”
    “Do you remember my signature move?” He teased.
    “Give me more words.” Because that sure sounded promising, even if it didn’t ring any bells. He’d been the high school bad boy, although he’d promised her he’d been tamed the minute she’d agreed to date him. His heartfelt promise had been sweet, but she’d snorted at the mere thought of Kade Jordan limiting himself to just one girl. Maybe that was one more reason why they’d broken up, because she’d heard the stories, and what he’d done in the back of his truck had been legendary. A girl could tell all sorts of stories if she substituted Kade’s name for the name used in her Cosmo . He’d been a living, walking fantasy, and for eighteen months, he’d been