disappear into the falling dark. Electricity lingered in the air, crackling and
popping. The storm that might’ve started the fire rolled out hours ago, but the
friction between him and his new boss lit up the place like a Christmas tree on
mountains, and he turned on his truck’s headlights, shining the bright beams on
the blackened landscape around him. He spotted a splintered tree, grabbed his
axe, and waved for Simone to follow him. “Ray said the fire was most likely
started by lightning.” The formerly towering pine had been split in two, and
the half that lay on the ground burned up, but the portion still standing
showed charring that didn’t match the fire’s path. “I’ll bet this is what it
hit.” He rolled his dirty sleeves up to his elbows and raked the axe through
the dirt, searching for more evidence.
studied the tree. “The storm woke me up last night. Sounded like it was right
on top of me.”
long, hot summer. The mountains are ripe for a blaze.” This is good. Keep it professional. He turned, brushing his bare
arm against hers. Lightning surged between them, overloading his brain with
memories of skin on skin. Making out in his truck after football games. Driving
her home after curfew. Urgent need and fumbling hands. “Do you remember our
first time?” What the fuck is that?
scrambling to comprehend what he’d said. A smile lifted her cheeks, revealing
that yes, she did remember. Fondly. He’d written endless stanzas about her
expressive face, but he couldn’t remember any of them at the moment because his
damn dick wanted to come out and play.
sparkled with the mischief he’d once loved. “Forty seconds later.” She picked
up a half-burned stick and used it to knock down piles of ashes.
swelled as he grinned and finished her thought. “For you too.”
makes perfect. We did a lot of practicing.” She turned over a smoking stack of
leaves with the stick and spread them across the ground.
eyebrows drew together as if the memory failed to load.
moment unable to recall anything specific. All their fights seemed to start for
one reason. “You never listened to me.”
had to be in charge. I remember when–”
go to that new water park in Montebello? Just twenty minutes away instead of
news had overhyped the place when it opened. “We went there all the time.
What’s the big deal?”
when they had concerts and free food. But you said ‘no way’.”
said let’s wait until after the crowded craziness was over.”
smile that hardened his dick like stone appeared and taunted him. “I wasn’t
listening.” She turned her back and left him scowling at her sweet, swaying
I need to fuck her.
of fantasy land. “Is that what we want?” She spotted the coffee maker sitting
on a counter next to an old filing cabinet, and she topped off her cup.
wish I’d done it to you back in high school.”
idle at the ‘what if’ station. “Why didn’t you?”
age. We love pussy, but we’re also a little afraid of it. Sticking your dick in
a girl is one thing, but your face is entirely different.”
mean…” Do we want us again? She couldn’t ask him that
question. Not yet.
brush on her shoulder accompanied his soft tone. “We can’t… I don’t want to
she’d kick him in the balls.
his wild hair as he paced across the room.
by an overpowering need to hold him. But for his comfort or for hers? “Neither do I.”
unwavering as if drawn by a powerful magnet. “But I can’t stay away from you.”
His hands landed on her shoulders, stroking down her arms in an urgent caress.
matched his grasp, holding him with equal fervor.
we’ve fucked each other like horny teenagers.” He leaned in and his hot words
tickled her neck, sending a shivery thrill straight to her thighs.
her body. “And standing here looking at you this morning…” He gnawed his lips
and stared up at the ceiling as if gathering his thoughts, searching for the
shit. Does he still love me?
“I gotta know if that’s the shirt you slept in last night.”
at her ass. “Are you wearing underwear?”
She slowly pulled them hem of her shirt up, exposing her bare skin. His eyes
twinkled as he trailed his fingers over her stomach. She swatted his hand away
like an irritating fly.
across the room. “You think I’m going to let you paw around after what you did
Woman, you started it!” He tripped over his feet and frowned. “I think.”
desk then whirled and pointed in his face. “No, I stopped it!”
as they argued on top of each other.
“Who’s hot and damp now?”
both hands, and he tumbled into her as she jerked him against the desk. Their
bodies kissed first, then their lips found each other.
definitely started this.”
his and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt while he pushed her jacket off
her shoulders. Coffee splashed on the desk and its heady aroma teased Simone’s
senses while Dash wrestled with his belt buckle and unzipped his pants.
in his ear as his hands slid inside the back of her jeans and under her panties
to cup her bare ass.
winked. “But with new skills.” He pointed his tongue and dragged it across her
hell yes! Her knees buckled, but his possessive
grip on her butt kept her body tight against him. All her professional
intentions disappeared as Dash nipped at her neck. Her nipples pebbled,
straining against her bra and begging for that talented tongue.
teacher wrote ‘tends to daydream’ on my report card. Playgirl magazine.
Two of them were published. I kept writing and eventually my short stories
became romance novels.
girl raised on fairy tales? I’m convinced those fanciful stories led to the
romance novel addiction I acquired in junior high. My mom caught me reading a
particularly hot one and took it away from me. She couldn’t stop me from
daydreaming though, and after I got married, I wrote some of my steamier
daydreams down and sent them to
always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad
boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football
players, morally ambiguous lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks. Characters—the
ever-present voices in my head—bring my books to life. They’re my imaginary
for a little while. I prefer to escape with a sizzly, sexy, forever romance.