Burn For You: Pact of Seduction, #4

By Stacey Kennedy

Dominant firefighter Dax O'Connor never blends fantasy and reality. He goes so far as to only have casual encounters with women at the sex club, Castle Dolce Vita, to keep them separate. But when an arranged encounter brings Sadie Carmichael into his life to fulfill her ultimate fantasy of experiencing one night with a firefighter, his legendary lines begin to blur.

Sadie never expected her fantasy would leave her wanting more than one night, but Dax isn't a man you sleep with just once--whatever he thinks about it. Every day since their hot night together she's been chasing the high he sent her on.

When an odd twist of fate brings Dax and Sadie back together again, neither Sadie or Dax can refuse the passion sizzling between them. But soon, Sadie will discover that while Dax can make her body burn, his mind and heart are closed. When she pries open the doors, ghosts of his past come streaming out, threatening to cool their passion. But if they can find a way heal the past, they'll discover reality is hotter than their wildest fantasies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Stacey Kennedy
• Release date: May 22, 2018
• ISBN: 9781988992150

Stacey Kennedy

USA TODAY bestselling author STACEY KENNEDY has written more than fifty romances. Her books are about real people with real-life problems, searching for that special thing we call love in a very sexy way. When she’s not burning up the pages, she’s living her happily-ever-after with her husband and two children in southwestern Ontario. She’s a firm believer that wine, chocolate, and sinfully sexy books can cure all of life’s problems.

Book preview

Chapter One

Let’s make a pact of seduction. We each have to fulfill our hottest fantasy. You know, the one you’ve always wanted to do but never thought possible. You’ve got to make it far past what you think you are capable of, something only imaginable in your dreams.

Sadie Carmichael recalled the pact she had made with her three best friends as the length of Daxton O’Connor’s tall and thick body pressed against her, pinning her to the brick wall in the dark alleyway. Each slide of his mouth against hers and every swirl of his tongue brought her deeper into his control. She felt herself beginning to let go, melting completely into him, and his low groan rumbled approval from his chest. Everything inside relaxed, an odd sense of safety flooding her as the stranger kissed her like he’d waited a lifetime for this moment.

Christ, you’re sexy, he murmured, backing away.

Her eyes opened to his brown. The only light in the alleyway came from the back door of a business further down, but that light cast a glow over his face, detailing the black soot dusting his cheek. His fireman hat sat low on his head with his brown hair poking out from the sides, and she knew one thing for certain: Dax didn’t only fulfill her firefighter fantasy; he was the fantasy. His powerful presence, his commanding nature, his hard body, and his chiseled jawline—he was her dream come true.

You think I’m sexy? she asked, never having been described that way before. Cute, yes. Sexy, never.

Undeniably so. He leaned in, tickling his tongue up her neck in slow swirls. She softened under his touch, and his mouth curved. See the way you do that? He nipped her earlobe, dragging a gasp from her throat before sliding his lips to the base of her neck, where he dug his teeth into her flesh, and she shivered. That little hitch in your breath. That shiver. It’s very sexy, Sadie. Her eyes fluttered when he tangled his fingers into her hair, closing his fist tight. Do you always melt so perfectly?

I don’t know. Jesus, he touched her in ways she had never been touched, owning her in ways she’d never been owned. His possessive, tight hold, his low voice, and his awareness of her brought uncontrollable heat, pooling low in her body.

Or is it me doing this to you? he asked, tugging on her hair. She looked at him again when he angled her head to lift her chin up, staring deeply into her eyes. "Am I making you this hot, Sadie?"

She parted her lips to answer him, but her reply was stuck behind her shyness. The confidence he exuded was nothing she’d ever dealt with before. Dax was a Dominant at the sex club Castle Dolce Vita. A man with a particular taste toward kinkier sex. A man who liked the alpha position in a relationship. A man who touched a woman with power, not hesitation.

Yes. She forced herself to mirror his confidence, determined to make good on her fantasy.

Yes, what?

Yes, it’s you. It’s the fireman’s hat, the coat, the smell of smoke in the air. Oh my God…

Ah, is that so? He gave her a sinful smile, watching his finger dragging across her bottom lip.

Spellbound by him, she shivered against the heat he conjured in her veins. Obviously in tune with her desire, he lifted his eyes to her face again when he gingerly ran his finger down her chin to her chest and then followed a straight line until he reached her skirt, reminding her of the text he had sent her a half hour ago.

Meet me in the alleyway behind the Coffee House (1841 E Lombard Street in Inner Harbor). Wear a skirt. Panties will not be required.

She’d waited days for that text inviting her to finally fulfill her fantasy. And Dax had waited until he and his fellow firefighters had been called out to a fire closer to the end of his workday. After his team extinguished the fire and his shift ended for the night, he returned in all his gear to meet her there, where the sooty smell of the fire still lingered in the air. She hadn’t understood why the earlier fire was so important to him. Now she knew he had set the scene for her fantasy, and all these little details set her ablaze.

Her breath caught in her throat as his finger stroked across her hot slit, and his low hiss unraveled her just that easily. Each touch he gave was deliberate and considerate. His fingers weren’t clumsy. He knew when and where to touch her to elicit a reaction, and a building heat began flooding her. She seamlessly fell under his control when he licked from her collarbone all the way up to her ear. As his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling on her curls, she moaned and wiggled, imaging how his wicked tongue would feel deep inside of her.

Stay still for me, darlin’. He cupped her pussy tight. I’m enjoying touching you. His fingers moved back and forth against her sex teasingly while his thumb pressed hard against her clit.

This guy didn’t simply stroke her. He commanded every nerve ending, telling her body when to react and exactly how intense the feeling should be. Each second that passed brought her higher. Every touch made her burn. Fire flickered through her body, and she groaned, desperate for him.

Obviously, he heard her plea. Shh… He nipped her chin. I’ll take care of you.

A hot flash sizzled across her as she watched him unzip his overalls and then his pants, reaching inside and pulling out his thick cock. She licked her lips, unable to look away. He wasn’t too big. He wasn’t too small. He wasn’t too thick or thin. He was perfect. And she trembled in anticipation to feel that cock filling her as he sheathed himself in a condom.

She tingled from her toes all the way to her head when he grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one of his hands. His eyes smoldered as dark as the black, powdery smoke in the air above them as his free hand grabbed her leg, locking it around his hip.

He never asked permission.

He never waited for her to be ready.

He entered her in one swift stroke, catching her breath in her throat.

Fucking hell, he growled, shutting his eyes. You’re tight. He pulled back to the tip of his cock, then thrust forward, smacking her bottom against the brick wall. You might just be perfect.

She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t do anything but be pinned by his torso and his hand on her wrists, feeling his cock moving swiftly in and out of her. God, he felt so good, stretching her fully, driving himself so very deep inside her. It was everything she never knew she wanted or needed, and she knew that when he finished, she’d only want more. She fought against the loud moans rising from her chest, and her heart pounded in her ears.

His low and smooth grunt reopened her eyes, and she found sweat sliding down his cheek, removing some of