Burned (Ignite #1)

Unfortunately, that kiss only ignited the flame and now I just want to take her—on the floor, against the wall, in my bed—anywhere and everywhere I could finally experience the heat of being inside the body she’d always denied me when we were younger.

I’m not going to lie, it’s always pissed me off that we spent two years together and all of my attempts at seduction were turned down because she wasn’t ready, only to find out she jumped right into bed with that ass**le Jordan not long after we broke up. I know we were young, I know we definitely weren’t ready for the heavy responsibility that comes with having sex, but I never understood what he had that I didn’t.

I’m thirty-three years old and I’m still pissed off about something that happened when I was seventeen. D.J.’s right, I’m a f**king idiot.

Once the guys had the electrical fire under control in the basement and I knew the building wasn’t going up in flames, I made my way over to where Finnley stood with her eyes closed, deep in thought, to apologize for what happened Saturday night. I didn’t want her to think I was some pathetic guy who was still pining for his high school girlfriend after almost two decades, even if it was basically true. As soon as I got close to her and smelled her soft, fruity perfume and saw the outline of her hardened ni**les through the thin material of her top, my good intentions left my body and were replaced by a rush of need. I wanted to put my mouth over the silk of her shirt and suck her ni**les into my mouth. I wanted to stare down at the wet spot left behind that would showcase the rosy color of her ni**les and then go back in for another taste, running my tongue in a circle around the tight buds.

I watched as a beautiful pink spread up her chest and across her cheeks after I spoke, silently praying that blush was a result of my interrupting memories of what happened between us a few nights before. Hope quickly turned into arousal when Finnley looked up at me with a gleam in her big brown eyes, standing up on her toes and leaning forward to bite down on my lip. She obviously remembered how sensitive my ears have always been and it almost made me come in my pants when she ran her tongue right along the edge. It took every bit of self-control I could muster to remember that our co-workers were just a few yards away and I figured pushing up the black skirt that molded to her hips and thighs and f**king her up against the base of the tree would be frowned upon. I don’t know what this thing is happening between us. Right now, I’m chalking it up to residual lust and curiosity about what it would be like to have Finnley Morgan beneath me, something I’d always dreamed about. Thoughts of her regretting what happened were quickly tossed aside at her bold behavior and the flippant way she tossed out her address without a second look back as she walked away from me. I didn’t bother taking my eyes off of her ass as I watched her walk along the sidewalk, hurrying to catch up with her co-workers before disappearing inside the building. This is not the Finnley I remember from high school. That girl was shy and sweet and never initiated anything physical between us. This girl, this woman, radiates sex with just a smile and the husky sound of her voice when she speaks against my ear.

After a quick shower at the station at the end of my shift, I didn’t think twice about turning my truck in the direction of her house, ignoring the fact that this was probably wrong on so many levels. Even though I wasn’t dating anyone seriously, she was still a married woman, regardless of whether or not her husband was out of the picture. I should probably feel bad that one of the main reasons I’m currently pulling into her driveway is because I’d like nothing more than to f**k with Jordan Castillo’s life, figuratively and literally. I never liked him as a teenager and the things I’ve heard about him as an adult prove that my opinion of him was spot on. There have been a ton of rumors about his bad behavior through the years. I don’t know the cause of their separation, but I hope to God she finally found out the truth about the scumbag she married. I don’t even care if she’s just using me to get back at him, or if their separation isn’t permanent. All I know is that right now, she’s free and clear and she obviously wants me. I couldn’t pass this up if my life depended on it.

Pulling into the driveway of the address she gave me, I take a minute to stare at the house in front of me. It’s an older two-story colonial with flower boxes attached to the first floor windows and a neatly landscaped yard with an American flag hanging on a pole off of the front porch. This is the home she lived in with her husband, the place where she built a life with another man and never gave me a second thought. Am I really going to waltz in there and defile all of her memories with a quick f**k?

Remembering the feel of her br**sts pressed up against my chest and her warm breath skating over my ear, I think about the way her moans of pleasure vibrated through my mouth as I kissed her. My dick stirs with arousal as I recall the way she rubbed the heat between her thighs against me and I quickly open the door to my truck, slamming it behind me as I stalk up to her front porch.

You bet your ass I’m going to taint this f**king house.

I’m going to erase every single memory of Jordan from every single room until she can’t walk into the kitchen without thinking about my c**k buried deep inside her. I’m going to f**k her on every available surface and then I’m going to do it again just for the hell of it. I’m going to take what should have been mine years ago before I f**ked it all up and then I’m going to walk away and finally put this woman out of my head once and for all.