It'll take more than a fire hose to cool down this attraction...
Fated, Book 1
Rain, rain, go away. That's Jenna's mantra as she suffers through yet another rain-soaked walk home from work. At least the tight butt of the guy walking in front of her offers some distraction. When he turns around and asks to share her umbrella, she realizes his front view is as smokin' as the back. What better way to get up close and personal with the object of her ogling?
Brett noticed his hot little neighbor weeks ago, but until now hadn't worked up the nerve--or found the opportunity--to approach her. Too many hours at the fire station has left him longing for something more out of life. Like the company of a sweet, sexy woman. Maybe, if he's lucky, kindling a relationship.
Jenna surprises herself again when she offers to let him dry off in her apartment. One minute he's toweling off his hair, the next their chemistry explodes in the hottest sex either of them have ever experienced. And suddenly they're both wondering if he's
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June 21, 2010
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Excerpt from Under My Umbrella by Karen Erickson
The man had started undressing right in the middle of her living room, and she'd panicked. Worried he was rushing things, extra worried she gave off the wrong vibe. Jenna was interested but she wasn't easy and she didn't want him thinking he could come up to her apartment, strip naked and get his groove on within minutes of arriving.
Though if she was being honest, the idea did hold a spark of appeal...
No, no. She shook her head, appalled at her wayward thoughts. She couldn't make it that easy for him.
But then she realized he was just getting out of his wet clothes and that he wore a white T-shirt underneath. The T-shirt clung to his broad shoulders and bulging biceps, stretched across his wide chest and flat stomach, emphasizing the sheer size of him, which was impressive.
He was majorly sexy.
"You, uh, want a towel maybe?" Oh, she sounded so confident. Ugh.
"That would be great," he said just before flashing her a slow, bone-melting grin.
Goodness, the man was going to send her into heart palpitations. She headed toward the bathroom and he followed her. Her apartment was small, only one bedroom and the single bathroom connected to her bedroom. Which meant they had to walk through her bedroom to get to the bathroom.
Thankfully, she'd made the bed this morning and had just done the laundry a couple of days ago. Normally, the room looked like a clothes bomb went off.
Her messy ways were a secret she told no one. It was tough picking out an outfit for work in the morning. Tossing bad options over her shoulder as she searched through her closet usually worked best.
"Your apartment is nice," he commented as he strolled after her into the bathroom.
"Thanks." She glanced at him, appreciating yet again the way the T-shirt fit to his fine body. Mmm, just looking at him made all her special girly places start to hum. "So are you a firefighter?"
She'd noticed the badge and the nametag when he'd taken off his coat.
"I am." He took the towel she offered and immediately began drying his head, rumpling his dark hair until it stuck up everywhere.
He looked adorable.
"How exciting." He was a true hero. A man who ran into burning buildings to save lives. She found his profession arousing.
Oh, who was she kidding? Everything about the man was arousing. She had a serious thing for him, and she'd only known him fifteen minutes, tops.
This was so unlike her and she found it dumbfounding. Shocking. Had she ever behaved like this? Ever?
The answer would have to be no.
"It has its moments. Sometimes it can be boring. Trust me." He handed her the towel, which she hung on a hook. "Thanks."
They stood close together since her bathroom was more on the cramped side, and she glanced up at him, caught the heat that flared in his eyes as he studied her. He filled the bathroom, overwhelming her with his closeness, the intensity of his gaze. Their breathing became deeper, heavier, filling the small room with warmth, and she realized they were starting to fog the mirror.
"Maybe you want something to drink?" She nibbled on her lower lip, unable to snag her gaze away from his.
He shook his head and took a step closer. Her eyes drifted down, studied the snowy whiteness of his shirt, and the urge to reach out and touch was so strong she clenched her hands into fists to control herself.
It just barely worked.
"Something to eat, maybe? I'm not a big cook but I'm sure I could dig something up." She had chips and salsa, a box of most likely stale crackers in her cupboard. She really needed to go grocery shopping.
"I'm not hungry," he murmured, his deep voice husky, sexy. The sound of it sent a little shiver down her spine, and she backed up until her butt hit the edge of the counter.
"Well, um, then uh..." She didn't know what to say, it really didn't matter what she said because he cupped her cheeks with his big, masculine hands and lifted her face. His rough fingertips skimmed across her skin, stealing her breath and when her lips parted in silent surprise, he took his chance.
And he kissed her.