Page 16 of Slow Burn

And he hated it on so many levels.

Elijah got out of his seat and stalked over to her. “I’m waiting for an answer.”

Georgia spread her legs, giving him space to close the gap between them. Fuck, this was dangerous. Careless. Reckless. But he wasn’t sure anything short of a fire alarm would pull him away from her.

Her lips parted, and when her tongue darted out to lick the corner of her mouth, he was done.

“Screw it.” Elijah’s hands went around the back of her neck, yanking her to him. His lips crashed down on hers, his teeth pulling on her plump lip. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck, opening her mouth for him to smother her whimper. Their tongues touched, dancing together.

The station’s non-emergency phone rang, better known as an unwelcome intrusion from him enjoying Georgia’s mouth on his.

CHAPTER

SIX

THE WHOLE I’M a doctor mantra didn’t mean crap when a sexy firefighter was biting her lower lip. The he’s my brother’s best friend reasoning didn’t stop her from grinding her hips into his, obsessed for more. The fire station where other firefighters were nearby didn’t matter to her when her hands rubbed all over his muscular arms.

Nope.

Elijah Barnett and his mouth were far more important than any reason to stop.

If the phone hadn’t rang, she would have given up her virginity on a counter in the station.

Happily.

Ugh, Georgia groaned, dropping her head into her hands as she sat in her office. It’s been a couple of weeks since she saw the firefighter in question, and he was driving her crazy. Did he just go around kissing women senseless all the time?

Was that why she hadn’t heard from him?

Was he just a drive-by kisser?

She reviewed her notes on her last patient for the day, clicked save, and then shut down her computer. Finally in the groove of how the medical practice worked, Georgia was ready to sign off at a decent hour. She was still the last person in the office, but she was leaving at seven tonight, which she considered a win.

By the time she got home, showered, and was eating dinner, there was a knock on the door. Was it Elijah? With excitement she didn’t know she had in her, she skipped over to her door and opened it, then frowned.

“Wow.” Sophie pushed past her to come inside. “Who stole the batteries from your vibrator?”

Anna trickled in behind her, laughing. “I think it’s who pissed in your cereal, but you got your point across.”

Georgia locked the door once her friends were inside, then followed them into her living room. Schooling her face to pretend she wasn’t disappointed, she slumped onto the couch. “No, I think it’s who kicked your puppy.”

“We’d never talk about hurting puppies.” Anna wiggled her finger at Georgia.

She rolled her eyes. “Duh. But that’s the saying.”

Sophie kicked off her heels. “And we would never ruin the opportunity for an orgasm, so stealing the batteries isn’t happening.”

“I haven’t had a man-given orgasm in so long, my vibrator feels like a lifeline,” Anna admitted to them.

“If this is the time to be honest”—Sophie threw a blanket over her as she snuggled into the recliner—“I’m in the unfortunate predicament where only one man does it for me, but he also happens to be scum.”

Though Georgia didn’t expect a visit from her friends, it was just what she needed. “We’re going to do a deep dive into that in a minute, but what brought everyone to my house tonight?”

“Under no circumstances are we discussing him.” Sophie crossed her arms in defiance. “We’re here because you’re finally back in Landmere, and we wanted to surprise you with a girls’ night in.”

Georgia smiled. “This is honestly the best surprise.”

“Are you still boycotting alcohol?” Anna pulled out a bottle of wine from her purse and swayed it back and forth like a prize.