Sarah froze under the wail of the alarm, lungs burning with the ghost of smoke as the door crashed open. The firefighter filled the frame—broad shoulders, soot on his jaw, the sharp scent of cold air and something clean clinging to his uniform.
“Ma’am, talk to me. Are you hurt?” he asked, gaze sweeping the room before settling on her.
She shook her head, but her hands wouldn’t stop trembling, adrenaline humming under her skin. The room still smelled faintly of smoke, her throat tight from the scare. But standing this close to him—broad chest rising and falling, the faint sheen of sweat on his neck—her fear was morphing into something else entirely. Something that made her pulse jump for a very different reason.
“I’m okay,” she managed, though her voice shook. “Just… shaken.”
He stepped closer, slow enough that she could have backed away. She didn’t.
Heat rolled off his body, chasing away the lingering chill of fear, and when his fingers brushed her wrist to check her pulse, a different kind of rush shot through her. “You’re pulse is racing,” he murmured. “Are you still scared?”
Her laugh came out breathless. “I don’t think it’s fear anymore.” She met his eyes deliberately, letting him see it—the want, bright and unmistakable.
Something in his expression shifted, the professional mask slipping just enough to reveal hunger. “If you don’t want me to stay,” he said, voice roughening, “tell me now.”
“Stay,” she said, surprising herself with how steady it sounded. She curled her fingers into the front of his jacket and tugged him down to her. “I want this.”
The firefighter’s strong hands pulled her into a passionate embrace, his lips meeting hers in a fierce, demanding kiss. His tongue explored her mouth with a skill that left her breathless.
Sarah surrendered to the moment, her body responding to his every touch.
The adrenaline of the near-miss fire mingled with a rush of desire, heightening her senses.
The smell of smoke and the distant wail of sirens faded into the background as his lips claimed hers once more, his hands already exploring her body.
“Consider this part of your rescue,” he whispered against her lips, his hands already exploring her body.
He led her to the bedroom, his steps confident and purposeful. With a swift motion, he closed the door behind them, shutting out the world. Sarah’s breath hitched as he turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. She’d fantasized about this—about a man in uniform, strong hands, the rush of being wanted after danger—but never imagined it would actually happen. Her heart pounded, not from fear this time, but anticipation. She wanted him. Badly.
He reached out, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the soft curves of her body. Her nipples hardened under his gaze, and he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispered, his voice a low rumble. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the contours of her hips, her waist, her breasts. She arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He responded with a growl, his mouth capturing hers once more as he laid her down on the bed. The rasp of his uniform fabric against her skin sent shivers of anticipation down her spine.
His fingers worked quickly, unzipping his pants and freeing himself. Sarah’s eyes widened at the sight of him, hard and ready. He settled between her legs, his weight pressing her into the mattress.
She could feel his length against her thigh, hot and insistent. He kissed her deeply, as his hand found her center, his fingers slipping inside her wet folds. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the slap of skin against skin, their moans and whispers of pleasure.
She gasped, her hips bucking against his touch. He chuckled, a low, sexy sound.
“You’re so responsive,” he whispered, his fingers working their magic, coaxing her closer to the edge. “I want to hear you come for me.” His thumb circled her clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
She cried out, her nails digging into his back as she came undone beneath him. He captured her cries with his mouth, swallowing her moans as he continued to stroke her, drawing out her orgasm until she was trembling and boneless.
Only then did he position himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers. “Are you ready for me?” he asked, his voice thick with need. Sarah nodded, her body aching for more of him.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.” With a single, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself inside her. She moaned loudly, the sensation of being filled so completely overwhelming. He began to move, his hips rolling against hers in a primal rhythm.
Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, building to a crescendo.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper. He complied, his pace increasing, his breath coming in ragged gasps. The room filled with the sounds of their lovemaking—the banging of the headboard against the wall, their moans and whimpers of pleasure. Sarah could feel another orgasm building, her body coiling tight around him. He sensed it, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate.
“Come with me,” he growled, his voice hoarse with desire.
And she did.
Her body convulsed around him, her inner muscles clenching as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. He followed soon after, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside her, his roar of release echoing through the room. They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths slowly returning to normal.
The firefighter rolled off her, pulling her into his arms. Sarah snuggled against his chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips.
“Thank you for the rescue,” she murmured, a smile playing on her lips.
He chuckled, his arms tightening around her. “Anytime, ma’am. Anytime.”
He traced lazy circles on her shoulder, and Sarah felt the warmth of his body seeping into hers, grounding her after the twin rushes of fear and release. Outside, the last siren faded into the distance, the crisis was long over. But here, tangled in her sheets with a man whose name she still didn’t know, she felt safer than she had all night.
“You know,” she murmured, tilting her head to meet his gaze, “I should probably get your number. In case I have another… emergency.”
His grin was wicked. “I’ll make sure dispatch knows you’re a priority call.”
