Page 22 of Single Mom's Firemen

“What do you mean?”

“What wasn’t clear?” he smiles, inching toward me. “I wanna know you, the real you. I wanna know how you got here, what makes you tick.”

I laugh nervously but my blood is already sizzling. The proximity is too much to bear, and he knows it. He takes advantage of my flustered reaction as he reaches out and tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “There’s nothing interesting about me, I promise, Eric. I’m just a single mom trying to make ends meet.”

“See, I don’t agree,” he says, then closes the distance between us. “There’s a story in every glance, in every breath that you take. And I intend to read every page of you. I’m going to drink up every word.”

My knees are weak. My skin tingles everywhere as shivers tumble down my spine. His touch is electrifying, his fingers lingering on the side of my neck. We look into each other’s eyes for what feels like an eternity before he swoops down and captures my mouth in a devastating kiss.

His lips crush mine and I welcome him without hesitation. There’s a volcano yearning to explode inside me. This man sets me on fire, and there’s no putting out this blaze. I need more, I need all of him, and I completely forget myself in a span of a few seconds. He pulls me into him, one arm snaked around my waist. I’m soft against his hard body—a feeling I wish to get used to because he makes me feel safe.

“Eric, this is a bad idea,” I manage in between ragged breaths and ravenous kisses.

“Not according to your body and mine,” he whispers and playfully bites my chin.

I giggle and tilt my head back in response. Eric trails wet kisses down my neck, causing my nipples to perk up and struggle against my lacy bra. The satin shirt I’m wearing gives it away, and Eric stares at my breasts for a few seconds, his breathing faltered as he takes me in.

“Fucking hell, Halle, you’re a sight for sore eyes,” he says and plants a kiss atop the valley between my breasts. He groans as he hides his face in my chest.

It doesn’t matter that he’s smudging me with traces of soot. It doesn’t matter that his short stubble scratches my skin red. My hands are all over him and his are all over me. I’m hot on the inside, arousal pooling between my legs as I beckon him to come back up for another kiss, though this time, I’m the one delivering it, with all my passion and wanting.

He feels me sizzling in his arms while his hand slips between us.

“Eric,” I moan as he cups my breast. He squeezes, tighter and tighter, making me whimper at his touch, then he pinches the nipple through the fabric. Harder and harder until I shudder in his arms. “Oh, Eric…”

“Halle, I swear I only came in here to say hi,” he exhales sharply and lets his hand move farther down between us. With incredible dexterity, he slides it down under my pants and panties. His fingers move like lightning as they glide between my wet folds and I gasp loudly. “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Eric…”

His fingers move, teasing my swollen nub, building up unbearable tension within my core. I hold on to him, my legs parting, my hips rocking, grinding against his hand. “Tell me, Halle,” he says. “Are you wet for me?”

“Oh, yes, Eric, I’m so wet for you,” I manage, everything turning white before me. “Don’t stop, please.”

“I had no intention of stopping, baby.”

The rhythm his fingers creates is inebriating, overwhelming. I clench myself tightly as uses his middle and ring finger to penetrate me, pressing the base of his palm onto my clit.

“Oh, God, yes…” I climb this peculiar staircase to heaven, losing myself in his darkening gaze as he feels me unraveling.

I come hard as he finger-fucks me into sweet madness, my knees going weak while he squeezes every fucking drop out of my body. Ripples wash over me, pleasure gradually dissolving as I gradually make my way back down onto earth.

Eric gives me a satisfied and ridiculously seductive smirk. “We’ll finish this later.”

“What?” I can barely utter this single, confused little word.

He plants one last kiss on my lips, then gently withdraws his hand from between my legs and takes a moment to lick his fingers. “You taste fantastic, Halle. I look forward to eating you whole.”

And just like that, he walks out.

I’m left in the records room by myself, somewhat disheveled and simmering in a delicious afterglow while trying to remember what the hell I came in here for in the first place. My hair is a mess, my pulse tumbling down a thousand flights of stairs, but I can still taste the honey of Eric’s lips on mine, and it’s enough to keep me conscious.

Minutes pass before I’m able to concentrate on my original task. I take deep breaths and start filing things according to Holt’s notes.

The door opens and I turn, half expecting it be Eric coming back for round two.

“Halle,” Chase says as he enters the room. There’s a deep frown on his face. It’s been there since they got back. “Didn’t know you were still in here.”

“Still filing,” I reply with a warm smile, trying to ignore the butterflies currently fluttering through my stomach. The effect that this man has on me is equal parts undeniable and alarming. “Can… um, can I help you?” I ask.

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