Page 24 of Wild Fires

We both got to work searching the grounds convinced it had to be around here somewhere.

I looked up and caught Vance watching us strangely. He bent over and picked something up and then shoved it into this pocket.

“Ryan, did you see that?”

“See what?”

“Vance just picked something up and put it in his pocket.”

“I'm sure it was nothing.”

“How can you be sure? Maybe he knows what we're looking for.”

“Vance? You really think Vance is our arsonist.”

“How the hell do I know? It could be anyone. Hell, could be you.”

“You honestly believe that?”

I shook my head. “No. But it’s someone here in Ravenden if your feather theory is correct, so we need to start looking at everyone as a suspect.”

He sighed. “You're right. Where were you last night?”

I couldn't help it. I blushed. “At home.”

“Alone?”

“Yes.” Not really though because I was dreaming of you, and it felt very much like you were right there with me. I couldn’t exactly tell him that though.

“And what were you doing home all alone last night?” he asked, but instead of sounding like an interrogation, it sounded hot, like he was anxious to hear all about the naughty things we'd done in my dreams.

I almost told him about it too, but then Andrew caught my attention. He was sneaking around the backside of the barn.

“What is he doing?” I asked, straining to see and knocking myself off balance.

I squealed as I started to fall, but Ryan was right there to catch me. Unfortunately, he stumbled and gracefully fell backwards with a thud as his back hit the ground and I landed right on top of him.

Our limbs were entangled as I tried to jump back up and instead found myself pinned against his hard body.

I gulped hard. Why did he have to feel even better than my dreams?

“Hi,” he whispered with a sexy smile.

This time there was no mistaking it. Ryan Davenport was flirting with me.

“Hi,” I said back, but the husky tone didn't even sound like my voice.

I tried to stand once more but his arms held me firm. All that I'd accomplished was managing to push my most intimate parts right up against his steel hard rod.

I almost giggled at the thought. It sounded like something from a cheesy romance novel. I'd never been into that kind of shit. I was much more a fantasy girl. Whisk me away to some magical world.

Trying again, I inadvertently rubbed myself intimately against him once more.

A low guttural sound erupted from him, and his hand fisted in my hair and pulled me down to him.

I was kissing Ryan freaking Davenport.

Shock wasn't a strong enough word for what I was feeling.