Chapter 3
Reed
There’s no way this woman can stay in my town. No way in hell.
My dick surges in my work pants and I groan, shifting in my desk chair.
“What do you want to know?”
“Well, for starters…how many fires are we talking about here?” She’s sitting there in that chair looking like butter wouldn’t melt in her pretty little mouth, her bright blue eyes glowing with intelligence.
That right there might be my downfall. I love a woman who can talk to me beyond the latest games on tv and the gossip in town.
“There have been three so far. All of them abandoned warehouses.”
Her head cocks and the chestnut curls that barely brush her delicate ears slip in front of her cheekbones as she looks down to write. Her pale, slim fingers race across the paper and I smirk.
“You got a problem with using your phone for notes?”
She barely glances up, grunting, “I like old school. Sue me.”
Never in a million years. My whole body tenses when her indigo eyes come back up and settle on me. “So nobody’s been hurt.”
“Not so far.”
She nods and makes another note, then settles back in her seat. “You’re worried though?”
“Yeah. I don’t want one of my friends or family or neighbors being in a building and then it goes up. Also, we’re going to be coming up on fire season. The last thing I need is this dumbass starting a wildfire.”
“I get it.”
“It’s always the same. Out of the way location…”
“Why are there so many warehouses around here?”
I sink back in my chair and smirk. “Well, that’s mighty interesting actually. This place used to have a bunch of motorcycle enthusiasts running around and they kinda took over the town.”
Her brow lifts and she huffs. “MC club? Legit or not?”
“Some were but there turned out to be a faction involved that didn’t care who they hurt or how they did it, they just wanted to make money. About ten years ago that disagreement turned into all-out war. Almost destroyed this place.”
“Who won?”
“Nobody wins. But the whole club was disbanded. They had multiple buildings that housed their legit and not-so-legit hobbies. There have also been other businesses that left the area and their buildings have been empty since then.”
“So plenty of places for this guy to torch with no witnesses.”
“Yeah. We’ve still got quite a few but I’d like to find this guy and get him locked up before something really bad beyond the obvious property damage.’
She stands up and once again, my brain stutters.
She’s so tiny. At least a foot shorter than me and deliciously sexy with wide hips, narrow waist and thick thighs.
Her full breasts are barely contained by a plain white collared shirt that skims her body and leads into dark blue dress pants and a pair of sturdy boots.
It doesn’t matter that she’s wearing work clothes that any man could wear.
It’s gloriously feminine on her tiny, curvy frame.
She’s not even wearing a stitch of makeup either. Her cheeks are pale and dusted with freckles that I’d bet the damn fire truck that she hates with a passion! Her plush lips are pale pink and full, her lower lip sensual and puffy. Begging for a man like me to devour them like a rabid animal.
“Uh-ummm. Hey, buddy. How about taking me to where the latest fire is?”
Standing up hastily, I grab my light jacket and slip it on, my whole body lighting up the closer to her I get.
“Of course. Come on.” We step out the door and she waits for me to slip past her and lead the way. Perry sees us coming and grins.
I just glare at him and he lifts a dark brow, his green eyes laughing at me.
“Shut up, fucker,” I snarl under my breath as we walk past him. He chokes on his laugh and skitters away.
Her eyes turn back to me and I get lost in the bright blue, counting the tiny green flecks in them. A dark brow lifts and I growl under my breath.
“Something wrong?” She asks me and I shake my head.
“Nope. All good.”
I lead her over to my dark SUV. “You need to get your car?”
She waves her hand. “No, that’s fine. Let’s just go. I’ll pick it up later at the mayor’s office. After all, she asked me to stay with her.”
My head comes up. “She asked you to stay with us?”
Her eyes dance at me over the top of the hood. “Yeah. She seemed to think it would work out better that way. Very convenient I think she said.”
Groaning, I slide into the car and start it. She drops into the seat next to me and I can taste her scent on the air. Faintly spice and vanilla. Like a luscious dessert that I’m dying to taste, devour.
Her blue eyes turn to me and she smiles. “Okay. Let’s do this.”
Sighing, I shift into gear and head out to the fire site from the other night. I can think of a helluva lot of things I’d rather do to this woman than drive her to a fire scene.
Like throw her down on my bed and run my tongue up and down those lush curves and sink inside her like she’s my salvation. Taste her sweet honey on my tongue as I lick her into delirious orgasm after orgasm.
My cock swells so hard that I hope to god she doesn’t look at my lap. There’s no way to hide the fucker.
This is going to be one helluva long ride.