“Guess I’ll have to check for myself,” he growled as he slid his hand into her panties. The heat and sensation nearly made her fall over. His free hand held her tight while his capable fingers played in her folds. Holy Mother of God. Her brain exploded from feeling too much.
“Totally dripping. And all for me.”
He turned her around and she wanted to cry at the loss of his touch. But he lifted her to sit on the dresser then attached his lips to her erect nipple. The sucking caused her center to clench and more moans to escape from her lips. She clutched at his head keeping it firmly against her chest.
“I could dothis all day.”
“Please do,” she cried wanting nothing more than to have his hands and mouth touching every part of her.
“Are you sure? You didn’t want to ruin the business partnership?”
“Screw the business partnership.” If she didn’t get him inside her soon,she’d explode.
His chuckle brought her back for a second then he picked her up, walking toward the bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she held on, pushing his shirt up his torso as he moved.
“Screw the business partner, you mean.” He dropped her on the bed and crawled toward her slowly. The predatory look in his eyes should have scared her. It didn’t. It excited her morethan anything.
Lowering his head toward her middle, he pushed her legs apart. God, yes, please. This is exactly what she pictured every time her vibrator got some use. This was the real deal, though.
He paused halfway up her body then turned his head. No, he couldn’t stop now. His eyes narrowed and he took in a deep breath through his nose. When he looked back at her the desire had dimmed.What the hell?
“Do you smell that?”
His testosterone? Sure, it blanketed the air and almostsuffocated her.
“It smells like gas. Do you have a gas stove? Did you leave it on?”
Could he be serious about this? “Yes, I have a gas stove but it’s not on.” Now that he mentioned it, she smelled it too. It was getting stronger. “Can’t we checkit out later?”
His expression was one of conflict. “There’s nothing I’d like better than to have you screaming my name, but I think I better take a look first. You can wait here if you want. The thought of you on this bed, your legs spread open for me, will make me get back here faster.”
He backed off the bed then moved toward the door, his face disappointed. His footsteps echoed down the stairway and she ran her hands down her body. Shit, this was bad timing. As she lay there she realized the smell was even worse. Where the hell had it come from?
Getting off the bed, she threw on a tank top and a pair of shorts then trotted down stairs. Scott stood at her cellar door, his expression concerned.
“It’s really strong in the basement. I think the best bet is to call the gas company and have themcheck it out.”
As she went to grab her phone, he pulled on her hand and dragged her to the door. “We can call from outside. Safer there.”
What did he think would happen? Yeah, the gas smelled bad but it wouldn’t poison them in only a few minutes time.
They’d barely cleared the front door when a large bang echoed through the house.
“Run!” Scott yelled, pushing her in front of him.
Heat and flames exploded behind them, the force throwing them across the front lawn. Her back burned from the temperature, and debris rained down upon them. Her house was engulfed in flames. Her beautiful house. Another explosion roared through the air with more debris flying at them. Something hit her in the head and blackness descended.
