Page 12 of The Fire Captain's Unexpected Baby
Aaron shifts and unmistakably moves to deepen the kiss. As his soft lips part against mine, warmth curls in tendrils through my core. My lips part beneath his, letting his warm tongue dance over my bottom lip.
His hand moves from under my chin to the back of my head, fingers tangling gently in the curls Summer gave me for the day. Even if I want to, he has me anchored so tightly to him that I can’t pull away.
Not that I would.
Not that I could.
It’s been too long since I’ve been kissed like this—with hunger and passion and tenderness.
I let myself get lost in the sensation, opening to welcome him in. Our tongues slide over one another, tentatively exploring each other. His breath is hot against my skin, each one coming more ragged than the last.
I press myself against him, hungry for more. I’m a woman who has been starved in the desert for far too long. I had no idea Icould still feel like this. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt anything quite like this, not even with James.
I nip at his bottom lip, a thrill running through me at his sharp intake of breath.
The kiss lights me up, echoing from the crown of my head to the arches of my feet in these punishing heels. With our bodies flush against each other, it’s impossible to miss what it’s doing to him, too.
A sharp throat clearing interrupts the kiss and reminds me we are somewhereverypublic.
We both jump apart at the sudden reminder, cold air rushing around all the places we were touching. Summer is dancing beside us with Zachary’s daughter, Ella, a smirk lighting up her features.
“That was some kiss,” she drawls.
“I’m sorry.” My cheeks must be as red as an apple.
I realize that even my brother witnessed that kiss. The whole fire station knows what just happened. I will never live this down.
“I’ll let you two talk,” Aaron says, stepping back from me. I hate the way it feels to separate. “I’ll get you another glass of wine.”
Summer watches me watching him. “Looks like the captain is going to be spending a lot more time here.”
“Am I a terrible friend for stealing your thunder on your big day?”
The kind of kiss we just had should have been reserved for the bride and groom. On their honeymoon. In private.
She laughs and leans in close, whispering, “I told you to wear this dress, didn’t I?” Then, she disappears into the dance floor with Ella.
I make my way out of the center of the dance floor to the bar, where Aaron is uncorking a new bottle of white wine for me. I don’t bother to look at the label as I accept a glass. The crispness of the chilled alcohol slides smoothly down my throat.
“We should probably?—”
I try to tell Aaron we should talk, but my phone rings before I can get it out. I hold up a finger to tell him I’ll be a minute when I see that it’s the hospital calling me.
“Yes, I’ll be there in a minute. Tell Mr. Oakley I’m coming.”
Aaron looks at me with a question in his eyes, but he doesn’t interfere or try to persuade me not to go. If anyone would understand the call of duty, it’s him.
“I’m sorry. I have to go to the hospital,” I explain.
I start to tell him about Mr. Oakley, the old man I’ve been taking care of since his wife passed away a few months ago.
Aaron holds up his hand to stop me. “No explanations needed. Can I give you a ride this time?”
Chapter Five
Paige
“Ipromise he’s fine,” Lisa says when I step through the doors of the emergency room, Aaron trailing behind me. “He thought it was a heart attack and insisted that we call you as soon as he arrived.”
