firefighter

I know what it__ like to be different. I__ a Native American in a white world.

Boy oh boy, this man is trouble. He was slowly tearing down the wall she__ built around her heart, brick by brick. Could any man be this perfect? He must have some faults. Maybe he is a chauvinist pig_no, doesn__ seem like it. He is kind to animals and children, he is a fireman, he looks like sex on a stick. What could be wrong with him? Maybe he snores. Oh, wouldn__ I like to find out?

Sharon looked at Aaron and smiled. She__ made the right decision, hadn__ she? Would she come to regret this decision too? She__ made so many mistakes in the past. Was this another one? No, self-doubt isn__ an option. Everything is going to work out here. It has to.

She always thought of Aaron as special not less. He was God__ gift to her, and she wouldn__ trade him for the world.

Snuggle up with a hot fireman! Meet Tanner West.Sharon looked up into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Eyes like dark chocolate, deep and warm, stared out at her from a face that looked like it could have been chiseled in stone. Skin the color of burnished copper, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, and a cleft chin. How the hell had she failed to notice him before? Her heart skipped a beat and she ran her gaze down the rest of his body. He was tall, well over six feet, she would guess, with broad shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. His thighs, encased in worn denim, fit like a second skin against legs the size of tree trunks, and oh my, what lay between those thighs_ Her attention snapped back to his face and she could feel the heat of a blush suffuse her skin.

She loved her son and wanted him to make a fresh start here. Her ex-husband always tried to pass Aaron off as normal, not wanting anyone to know his son was different. She wasn__ going to go down that road.

The hand at her back stroked up and down. Never straying too far south, but igniting a fire inside her that she wanted this fireman to stoke instead of extinguish

Brodie found herself frowning in confusion, the rugged handsome one was making no sense. __ut I just want to have sex with you_ no commitment, no sharing. If anything, I would prefer it if you didn__ talk at all, before, during, or after the act.

You know, we can still put that suit to use, though._ I glanced toward the truck and Lock__ face lit up as I closed the distance between us. __hat happened to needing a shower?_ __howers are overrated,_ I whispered, holding his gaze through the visor. __lus,_ I turned my head to look down the hall, __ay is down there now._ __hat__ be right. Let me just hang up my hat._ He was pulling away when I caught his wrist. __uh-uh. Keep the helmet. I want to be with my firefighter.

Mmm, carry me.__ laughed, reaching for my sweatpants. __ carry girls, boys, and women, not fully grown capable men.___lacker._ He grinned, shoving me.

I__l see you later,_ I murmured.__eah._ Our foreheads pressed together. Our lips lingered half an inch apart. Thin ropes of dark hair hung over his forehead as sweat glistened across his face in the streetlights. __ove you.___ove you more,_ he murmured.

A smile curved the corners of his mouth under the dust-and soot-covered visor. __ou__e crying? I answered his question with my tear-stricken gaze.____ not going anywhere._ He reached his hand out and I grasped it tightly.

I__ not leaving him, Sam! And I__ not waiting for the others to help.