Page 33 of Rejected Broken Mate

"Hey, there is no reason to cry. I'm fine. Honestly, I just have to use an inhaler for a week and physical therapy for my shoulder. Almost everyone gets hurt here eventually."

She wiped at her eyes. "I understand that it's a dangerous job, but you were hurt. And things could have been a lot worse. Wendy was telling me about your guy’s ability to heal, but that you could have been seriously hurt."

I moved, walking around her desk. "Hey, I'm okay."

I reached out, and she wrapped her arms around my stomach, pulling me close. "I was worried," she whispered.

I felt my heart skip a beat. Sure, the guys worried about you, and we were a team, but having her worry felt different. It hit differently.

I hooked her chin, smiling at her. "I'm okay."

"Don't even take your helmet off again," she said, tears breaking free.

"I can't promise that."

"You can and you will," she said, her fingers tightening on my shirt. "You have to stay protected when you go into a fire."

"Okay, I promise I'll keep the helmet on from now on."

She gave me a single nod, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel his fingers fisting my shirt, her hands shaking. I remember her doing this when she was worried or scared.

I leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her lips. Laura leaned forward, pressing her body tightly against mine. The kiss was soft for a moment, and her lips pressed against mine.

But it quickly grew more passionate. My hand fell, wrapping around the back of her head, pulling her head forward toward me. She moaned softly and bit on my lower lip.

I inhaled sharply, moving my hand down to her ass. She moved out of her chair, pulling her hands up and shoving me back onto her desk.

My eyebrows raised as she moved her hands over my chest, her fingers working at my shirt.

"I thought you said you don't want a sexual relationship."

"That was before I watched you go into a burning building," she muttered, undoing a button. "Right now, I just want to enjoy you. I want to know if you're alive and okay."

My shirt fell open, and her fingers ran over my chest. Her hands were cold, and they felt good against my hot skin.

"I am alive and okay," I said, smiling at her.

"I have to see that for myself," she said, tugging at the shirt and working it over the sling.

I wasn't going to argue with her. Her fingers ran down my chest, almost like she was examining me. I figured her hands would pause on my tattoo of a lion on my chest, but they paused on a large scar on my hip. "Where did you get that?"

"Bad car accident three years ago."

She pulled her eyes up, looking sad. "And your left shoulder?" Her finger trailed over the scar I had there.

"Fire. A piece of metal fell and ripped through my suit."

Her fingers flattened on my chest as I leaned forward. "Should I be worried? Do you make reckless decisions?"

She smelt like honeysuckle, and I leaned forward, pressing my lips against her collarbone. I kissed gently, knowing this was one of her spots. She softly moaned, and it was a pleasure to my ears.

I pulled her chin up, kissing her deeply. My tongue slid over hers, and I wanted to devour her whole.

I pulled at her shirt, tossing her blouse aside. She was wearing a lacey black bra that made my cock ache. Her beast sat perky, and I remembered just how sensitive her nipples were.

I unsnapped her bra, letting it fall. I palmed her breasts and brushed her nipples with my calloused thumbs, watching her squirm.

"I do," I said, kissing her stomach. "But you don't need to worry."

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