Kristi was momentarily stunned when he lifted her in his arms and carried her to her bedroom. She managed to reach out and flip the light switch just inside the doorway, turning on the bedside lamps and casting the room in a warm, golden glow. The moment he set her on her feet his mouth was on her again. This time he slid from her lips down her neck, placing a row of tiny kisses as he unbuttoned her blouse and tugged it from her slacks.When he spotted the lace-and-silk bra with the little bow in the center, his eyes widened. Humming a little sound of satisfaction, he trailed more kisses, this time across the upper swell of each breast. She shivered at the hot, wet feel of his mouth, arching her back to give him greater access. Her nipples begged for his attention, and as if he heard their silent plea, he closed his mouth over one pebbled tip, sucking it into his mouth, bra and all.The moan that drifted from her mouth made him suck all the harder, until she was afraid she might come
Kristie locked her gaze with his and clutched at his arms as the head of his shaft prodded at her entrance. Then, one inch at a time, pulling back and pushing forward, he thrust until he was fully inside her. And god! He just filled up every single inch of her."That's it." His voice was raw. Hoarse. And his face was flushed with passion. "Keep your eyes on me. We'll take it nice and slow."He did exactly that, drawing back until only the head of his cock was inside her then driving forward with a slow steady motion. Little by little, her body relaxed to accept him, the soaked walls of her pussy adjusting to his size and length. Slow and steady, he'd told her, and that was exactly what he did. Except, as he continued his in and out strokes, her body began to accommodate him more and, pretty soon, slow and steady wasn't enough.She wound her legs around his waist and dug her heels into the small of his back, trying to urge him to move at a greater speed."You don't want to move fast
Kristi dreamed she was on a tropical beach, the sun bathing her in its warmth. She felt warm inside and out, pleased and happy. Then, without warning, the sun disappeared taking the heat with it, and a chill skittered over her skin."No," she moaned. "Come back."The sun kissed her shoulder then her cheek. The sun? Kissed her?"Sorry, sleepyhead. We don't all have the day off."What? Wait...She pried her eyes open to see an astonishing pair of midnight-blue ones staring back at her. She blinked, and the rest of Patrick's face came into focus. He was crouched beside the bed, watching her. When he saw she was awake, he nudged her over enough so he could sit down next to her. With his fingers, he gently stroked the strands of hair back from her cheek.She realized her warmth had come from Patrick's body wrapped around her, and the absence occurred when he slid out of bed."Come back," she teased in a sleep-filled voice, and she reached out an arm to him."Some of us have to go to
Patrick had hoped to catch Keith before the start of his shift, but he'd barely made it in time. Instead, he'd managed to get a minute with him at the end of the day. He could have left the man a note to wait for him, but he wanted this to appear as casual as possible. So he hung around the locker room waiting for Keith to get off shift and come in to change. He had about given up when the door to the locker room opened."Hey, how's it going?" Keith gave him a light punch on the shoulder. "How's your partner?""Good. He's good.""I had hoped we could ride together," Keith told him, "but the assignments had already been made.""No problem." He fiddled around with his stuff for a moment before closing his locker and standing up. "Say, what's the deal with Kristi Gregory?""The deal?" Keith stopped in the middle of stripping off his uniform. "In what way?" Then a slow grin spread over his face. "Why, you sly dog. You interested in her?""What if I am?" He tried not to sound too defensive.
Kristi sat between Hank O'Korn and Jared as the people on her shift gathered around the big table in the lounge. Captain Stewart stood at the head of the table with a man she recognized as arson investigator Dan Varney. She knew he'd addressed the others late yesterday. Both men had hard, serious expressions on their faces."I'm going to let Dan handle this meeting," Captain Stewart said. "He needs no introduction to all of you, and you're aware he's here because we have a serious problem."Everyone was silent while they waited for Dan to begin. They had all worked the three recent terrible fires, and arson had been on everyone's mind."I'd like to have better news for you," he began, "but, unfortunately, we've determined that these fires were deliberately set. Arson. What we call, as you know, incendiary. They all began on the first floor, in the back, in an empty room. Piles of old cloths and newspapers were used, covered with paint thinner, which is a dangerous incendiary." He looke
Kristi took a sip of beer and leaned back in her chair. She was seated at one of the big round tables at McNally's with several of the guys from her shift plus Patrick, Keith, and two other cops from their precinct. The topic, as it had been for the past few nights, was the rash of fires in their area."Dan Varney's all over this one," Brad Hawkins said.Kenny MacMillan, another firefighter from her shift, nodded."He's one of the best arson investigators in the entire Dallas Fire-Rescue organization. If there's anything to be found, he'll be the one to find it.""He said he's going to have someone taking pictures from now on. He doesn't think this guy is finished at all." Brad shook his head. "Incendiary fires scare all of us. They're all bad, but I've got a feeling this guy is setting them for more than just the thrill. Don't ask me why, I just have that sense."Patrick had his arm draped casually across Kristi's shoulders. Now he tightened it and pulled her closer to him."You
He watched them walk out of McNally's, anger seething through him. Tonight, instead of sitting in a corner, he'd accepted an invitation to join a few of the firemen he knew casually. He wanted to be closer to her and that jackass cop she seemed to be so hung up on. He wondered how she'd feel if someone ran over the man, or better yet, burned his house down. Of course, that wouldn't work since he lived in an apartment, but the idea was intriguing.The talk everywhere was of the fires, the confirmation that they were the work of an arsonist and that whoever it was, wasn't finished. Damn straight, he wanted to shout. How about telling everyone how smart I am? How clever.Did Kristi think he was smart? Did she admire his ingenuity? He wished he could ask her. But, right now, it had to be enough for him to admire her from a distance. He itched to stroke his fingers through the golden strands of her hair. To strip her naked so he could skim his hands over her tempting curves and run his to
Kristi rose to her feet and yanked her sweater over her head, dropping it in the pile with Patrick's stuff. She toed off her shoes and got rid of the jeans. Then she stood there for a moment in her hot-pink lace bra and the teeny weenie thong she'd worn on purpose. Patrick had told her he loved her sexy underwear the first time he'd seen it, so whenever she wasn't working, she made sure to put it on.He focused his gaze on her, eyes widening, heat dancing in them. When he licked his lips, every erogenous zone pounded with need. She'd been aroused since the moment they'd left McNally's, and she'd thought about what she wanted to do to him. Now she stood there while he lay back on the pillows, his eyes feasting on her, his hands clenching as if they were squeezing parts of her body."Take off your bra," he ordered. "Toss it to the side.She reached behind her and unclasped it, slid the straps down her arms then bent forward and gave a little wiggle, setting her breasts to swaying. One