Smolder (Firefighters of Montana Book 1) by Tracy Solheim

pull his jeans over his feet. When he stood back up, Laurel sucked in a breath; his aroused body was so beautiful. He must have heard her because that hot, hard gaze of his landed on her mouth. She licked her lips, the reflexive gesture eliciting an immediate response from the part of him she most wanted to touch right now.
    He strode purposefully toward the night stand and laid several foil-wrapped condoms between a glass of water and the assortment of creams Ivy kept foisting at Laurel.
    “Of course, if you’d like me to do the honors,” he said as he climbed on the bed. “I certainly can.”
    Laurel sat up quickly. The idea of him peeling off her clothes was both arousing and terrifying. She needed to keep some control of the situation and his hands on her too soon might not be a good idea. Not if she wanted this to last longer than the storm outside. Reaching down, she pulled her cami up from her midriff and over her head. It was Sam’s turn to haul in a breath. His appreciative nod spurred her on and she kicked off her sleep pants. She was immensely glad she’d worn lace bikini panties today and not the Wonder Woman undies Tyson had insisted she buy to match his.
    “Leave them,” Sam growled when she tucked her fingers inside the elastic to pull them off.
    Lightning flashed seconds before the thunder shook the barn. Sam didn’t seem to notice as he crawled toward her. She shivered despite the warm heat radiating off his bare skin. And then he did something that caught her completely by surprise—he reached up and gently pulled the elastic band from her hair.
    “It’s a mess,” she whispered when he brushed her hair out with his fingers.
    “Why must women always complain about their hair?” he murmured. “FYI, it’s not the first thing a guy notices.”
    Laurel’s laugh sounded more like a snort. “Not surprised.” She wanted to ask him what he’d first noticed about her but his lips had found the erogenous spot where her neck met her shoulder and she was too busy melting into the bed. Sam’s body covered hers and her hands, tentatively at first, slid along the muscled planes of his back.
    “This,” he said when his lips began to nibble at the corners of her mouth.
    “This, what?” Laurel was falling into a very nice sensual haze and she was having trouble keeping up with his words.
    “This is what I first noticed about you. Your stubborn, outrageous, sexy-as-hell mouth.”
    Before Laurel could respond, he’d opened her lips with his and his tongue was ruthlessly dueling with hers. She hated how vulnerable and exposed she was with this man. How he seemed to know what she was thinking. But right now, she loved the things his mouth and his hands were doing to her body to object too much.
    His fingers reached beneath her panties to trace her wet seam. She sighed in pleasure and before she knew it, her panties were down around her knees, Sam’s lips kissing a path down her thighs. Right there, she wanted to scream as she arched her hips toward him. Ignoring her, he yanked the scrap of lace over her feet and tossed them to the floor before crawling up her body and delving into her mouth again.
    Her hands skimmed the dimples on his ass, forcing a moan from deep in the back of Sam’s throat. His reaction empowered Laurel and she trailed her hands up his sides before pushing at his chest in an effort to reverse their positions. Despite the fact he could easily subdue her, Sam let Laurel have her way. He gripped her waist and rolled onto his back, taking her with him. His jaw clenched tightly at the contact with his arousal when she straddled him.
    Sam’s hands went immediately to her breasts, cupping them in his palms.
    “I might have noticed these second,” he said. “But only because it was a chilly morning.”
    She swatted at his wrists. “Figures. But now it’s my turn to explore.”
    He looked like he might object, but then his hands settled at her hips where his fingers gently traced