…Ellie had no earthly idea what she was going to do about it. Or if there was even anything to do.
Lucky may flash her those sexy little smirks and smoldering winks. And yes, she’d been more than a little aware of his…ahem…excitementwhile they’d been slow dancing. Not that she’d meant to notice.
But something that hard—and from what she’d felt, impressively proportioned—was pretty impossible to miss. Especially the way their bodies had been pressed tightly together as they’d moved back and forth to the music’s slow, erotic beat.
Ellie shifted in her seat. Crossing one leg over the other’s knee, she gave her thighs a tight squeeze in hopes of easing the rush of arousal that had pooled between them.
It didn’t work.
Not that she really expected it to. It had been that way all night. Whenever Lucky was around, her body ached with need. He touched her, and she’d become flooded with a wave of arousal.
Even something as simple as a pat on the hand, and Ellie was ready to unbuckle her seatbelt, hike up her dress, climb over the leather console, and ride him the rest of the way home.
Whoa there, buckaroo…you may want to ease off the libido train for a minute. Realizing Lucky’s a good guy is one thing. Sex with Lucky…
I can make that happen for you, sweetheart. All you have to do is follow my lead.
She could still hear those tantalizing words being whispered in her ear. Ellie could almost feel the way his luscious lips had feathered across her there as he’d spoken.
Lucky had been referring to them dancing, of course. But as she stared blindly out the window beside her, she couldn’t help but wonder what else he could make happen for her…if she followed him into his bed.
“What the hell?”
The alarm in Lucky’s voice ripped Ellie from her mouthwatering fantasy and into a reality she could only describe as hell.
Ohmygod!
“That’s my building!”
Releasing a string of indiscernible curses, Lucky pressed his foot down hard onto the accelerator. Ellie’s body jolted backward against her seat, but she was in too much shock to really notice.
“My apartment,” she muttered more to herself than him. “It’s…”
It was gone. They were still three blocks away, but even from here, she could see it. The perk of having a corner apartment on the eleventh floor of a twelve-story building.
From here, she could see it all. The flames. The smoke. Every single thing she owned, minus her car and a few personal items in her office…was gone.
“It’s me.” Logan spoke to someone on his phone. “I need you to meet me outside Ellie’s building.” A slight pause and then, “You heard me right. I said outside.” Another pause and then, “Because her apartment building is on fucking fire, that’s why!” Pulling in a deep breath through his nostrils, he sounded slightly less upset when he told his teammate, “Just get here as fast as you can.”
The call ended, but Ellie was still glued to the horrifying scene before her. Her focus lasered in on that floor.Herfloor.
My home.
But it wasn’t just hers that had been destroyed. Every window they could see on her floor was filled with brilliant, flickering orange and yellow lights.
Only they weren’t lights. They were flames. Big, angry, destructive flames.
I can’t believe this is happening.
“Get as close as you can,” she instructed Lucky.
Was her voice shaky? It kinda sounded to her like maybe it was.
“Don’t worry.” Lucky reached over and grabbed hold of her hand with his. “I’ve got you.”
Ellie swung her stare up to him, but he was too focused on driving to notice. She noticed him, though. The way he was springing into action as best he could. The way his hand had tightened around hers when he gave that solemn vow.
I’ve got you.