Kayla Perrin - Burning Desire

“I don’t think anyone has ever called me a caveman before.”

“I call it as I see it. And with your archaic—”

Before Sabrina even knew what was happening, Mason suddenly bent down, slipped his arms around the back of her knees and hoisted her over his shoulder.

Sabrina screamed. “What are you doing?” she demanded.

“I’m going to take you somewhere so I can have my wicked way with you.”

“Let me down!”

“Why? According to you, this is how I operate, right?”

Sabrina could see people’s heads whipping in her direction, smirks across their faces. Two people who had just exited a car nearby raised their cell phones and began snapping pictures.

“This is humiliating!” Sabrina went on.

“But I’m only doing what you expect of me. You said I’m a Neanderthal. In fact, you said that about three times.”

“Let me down!”

“Not until you take back what you said.”

“Mason! I swear—”

He then slowly slipped her down his body. Her breasts pressed against his rock-hard chest as he lowered her. Her heart was racing, her pulse pounding in her ears. She gripped his shoulders instinctively, for balance, but the moment her feet hit the ground, she pounded on his chest.

She should have slapped him, but he had already made a spectacle of her and she didn’t want to draw more attention to them.

“How could you?” she asked, her chest heaving up and down. “People are staring! Taking pictures! I’m probably going to end up on the internet somewhere!” Mason grinned down at her, an easy smile on an undeniably handsome—and arrogant—face. “And you think this is funny?”

“One thing you’ve got to know about firefighters is that we like to joke around. Our jobs are so intense, it’s important to find ways to make it light.” He shrugged his shoulders. “And, you did call me a caveman. I believe, from what I’ve learned about caveman, that they’re prone to knocking woman over the head and taking them over their shoulders.”

Sabrina turned away from him, her breathing erratic as she tried to calm herself. She was angry. But she was also turned on. Being in his arms like that, she’d felt a purely sensual reaction to him.

Two young women in their early twenties walked toward Sabrina and Mason en route to their own car. “Are you really a firefighter?” one of them asked, looking up at Mason’s helmet.

“Yes, I am.”

“Lucky you,” the other one said to Sabrina, before remotely unlocking the car behind Sabrina’s Equinox.

The two women then giggled as they got into their vehicle. Sabrina turned back toward Mason, leveling an angry stare in his direction. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“It’s my view that everyone can benefit from a little lighthearted goofing around. Maybe some more than others.”

“Are you trying to say I’m uptight?”

“The only thing I know about you for sure is that you’re a tough cookie. But I look forward to learning more about you at dinner. Unless you’d prefer we only go for a drink.”

Sabrina marched toward her driver’s-side door and opened it. “Mason, it was nice working with you. Now, I must be on my way.”

She climbed into her car, slammed the door and quickly started the engine. She then she drove off, leaving Mason standing at the curb, looking after her.

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