Caught in the Flames by Kacey Shea Page A

mistake? Does he want me the same way I want him? Do we know each other well enough? I mean, I’ve never even met his parents and that shows so much about a person. Maybe I should have met his dad first.
    “Callie, what’s going on in that brain of yours?” His rough morning voice is sexier than it should be. I’ve been pretending to be asleep for the past fifteen minutes, thinking he was actually sleeping, but it appears I was wrong.
    “Mmm?” I roll in the bed so I can study his face. “When did you wake up?” I stifle a fake yawn.
    “Long enough to watch you go from snoring and peaceful to tense and quiet.” He grins. “You good?”
    “I’m good.” I nod and let my worries fall away for another moment in time. This, right here—Chase in my bed; my gorgeous firefighter boyfriend—I’m going to appreciate. “So, you work for the next two days?”
    “Yeah. Maybe we can meet for lunch at the station Saturday if you have time.”
    “I always have time for you.”
    “You’re the best, Callie.”
    “I try.” I shrug and go for nonchalant while inside I’m grinning like a fool. He thinks I’m the best. Good. Because he’s easily become the best man I’ve ever dated. “Wanna come over Sunday after your shift?”
    He pulls out of my embrace, rolls off the bed, stands to stretch his arms overhead, and my gaze travels down the lines of his physique. He’s such a fucking stud. And the way his skin is inked . . . it almost crawls over him. I’ve never had a greater appreciation for tattoo artistry than I do now.
    “I don’t know. I’ll be tired after my shift. Horrible company. I’ll probably crash back home and rest,” he finally answers after pulling on a shirt. I blink and focus on his face now that his body’s mostly covered. Distracting me from my thoughts with his nakedness. I see how it is.
    “It’s okay. We can chill here. I’ll make brunch and we can watch a movie. Doesn’t have to be fancy, I just want to spend time with you.” I reluctantly pull myself from the bed, wrap the wrinkled bedsheet around my body and pad to him. I hold his gaze and bite my lower lip. His gaze narrows and I loosen the sheet a little. A little more. He swallows hard. His muscles tighten and I decipher a tiny growl.
    I drop the sheet. “Ooops. It slipped.” I pout.
    In one long stride and a muted roar, Chase’s body covers my naked form. He grabs my ass and backs us up so the backs of my thighs hit the bed while his mouth duels with mine. His kisses come at me like a freight train and I combust upon impact.
    “Nip slip? My ass,” he murmurs against my lips and marks kisses down my neck, between my breasts and to my navel. His fingers dance across my skin and the touch leads a shiver down my spine because I know how fucking talented those digits are.
    “Shouldn’t you be heading to work?” I barely get out before a moan leaves my lips. I look down and catch his wide grin and a gleam in his eyes before he drops to his knees. Without breaking eye contact his tongue travels lower and lower until it’s almost where I need him.
    Chase leans back on his heels and his gaze drops to my body. He licks his lips and blows a little at the sensitive flesh that’s only inches from his mouth. “I’ve got time for this. Let’s see if I can get you off one more time before I go.”
    “Only once?” I sass. His gaze snaps up. Oh shit.
    “Is that a challenge? I’ll fucking make you come so hard and so many times you’ll beg me to stop.” His eyes are dark, gaze sharp, and his jaw clenches tight.
    I bite my lip, this time not to tease, because the smart retort I’d normally respond with doesn’t seem appropriate. The way Chase is right now—hard, demanding, and fully alpha—it scares me a little. But mostly it turns me on. I know without him even touching me that I’m dripping wet. The scent of my arousal fills the room.
    “Now lie on the bed and spread those legs for me. I’m going to eat you out and