Operation Date Escape

anyway.”
    “Promises. Promises,” she tossed back as she stepped past him into the kitchen.
    “I’ll show you promises.” Closing the door behind them, he pulled her into his arms, capturing her mouth beneath his own in a hungry kiss.
    She sank into him, the soft curves of her body molding against his much harder ones. A body toned from years of the physical demand that came along with being a firefighter. Her fingers threaded through his dark hair and then slid down the back of the dark gray t-shirt that clung to his muscular back.
    They moved through the kitchen, peeling away each other’s clothes on their way back to his bedroom. Lips and hands connecting with heated flesh.
    “I never realized this hall was so damn long,” Cole complained as he kicked free of his shorts.
    “Too long,” she replied in a breathy groan as her shorts joined his on the floor.
    He stopped and turned, pinning her against the hallway wall. His dark eyes sought hers as his fingers moved to tangle through her hair. Their labored breaths echoed in the confined space. With a coaxing tug, he tilted her face up to his.
    “Cole,” she whimpered, wetting her lips in anticipation of what was yet to come if the heated look in his eyes was any indication.
    His gaze settled on her lips as if he wanted to devour them. Then, he did. He captured her mouth beneath his in a frenzied kiss that nearly took her breath away.
    “I can’t get enough of you,” he muttered against her parted lips and then kissed his way along her jaw and down the curve of her neck to the sensitive flesh at the top of a bare shoulder.
    She knew the feeling. Tipping her head back with a soft moan, she urged his mouth to continue its sensual assault.
    He did, moving lower to tease the tip of an aching breast.
    She clutched at his head, gasping with pleasure as he took more of her breast into the heat of his mouth.
    “Mmm...” he murmured, urging her legs apart with an impatient knee until she was imprisoned there between the wall and his hard, naked body. Then his large hand slid down her bare leg to the back of her knee, lifting it.
    She looked down, watching as Cole’s long fingers eased beneath the slender strap of her leather sandal, pushing it down over her heel. The shoe clattered onto the hardwood floor below.
    Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the sensation created by the friction of flesh against flesh as her freshly shaven leg slid down his muscular thigh. Thank God she had shaved.
    Her bare foot had barely touched the floor before he was reaching for her other leg, his knee still planted firmly between her parted thighs. Liquid heat pooled, dampening the crotch of her silken panties.
    “Cole,” she pleaded, needing him inside her.
    “Sorry, doll,” came his husky reply. “This is my party and I get to pick the games.”
    She nodded in total compliance , more than willing to let him lead the way. “So what are we playing?”
    “A little game of Red Rover, Red Rover, Hand All Your Clothes Over.” He removed her other sandal and then ran his hand slowly up her bare thigh until he reached the lacy edge of her silken panties.
    Kelsie squirmed in need. Need for those teasing fingers to move a little to the right. To touch her and put her out of her misery. But this was Cole’s game and he wasn’t playing fair. Not in the least.
    He let his finger trail along the lace to where it cut up her thigh and then back down again, but not far enough. She moved her hips, trying to coax his hand to touch her where she needed to be touched. But that only served to up the fever that raged through her as the movement had her riding the leg planted firmly between her quivering thighs.
    “That’s it, doll,” he whispered against her ear. “You want it. Take it.” He raised his thigh a little higher until it pressed against her damp panties, giving her no choice but to finish the ride.
    She clung to his broad shoulders as the rocking rhythm of her hips increased. The cool air blowing down from an air conditioner vent above did little to ease the fire between her legs, and she was definitely on fire.
    “So much heat,” he said with a groan and then clamped onto her hips, urging her on. “Heat I’m going to bury myself in over and over.”
    Already clinging to the edge of sexual sanity, his words swept her away. Thighs clenching, she cried out, clinging to him as her body shuddered and then shuddered some more.
    He scooped her up in his strong, muscular arms.