Page 22 of Let it Ignite

She lifts her head to look at me. "Are you kidding? You’re hotter than every Hollywood lead I ever dreamed about. And way better in bed."

"Damn right."

"I didn’t give anything up," she says, kissing my jaw. "I just found the real story."

"And?"

"It’s us," she whispers. "It’s always been us."

I kiss her again. Slow. Deep.

She giggles against my mouth, then says, "You know... there’s this scene in season two. The one where the grumpy fire chief rescues the small-town librarian from a broken elevator. It’s full of sexual tension."

“Yeah, you let me read that one,” I say, raising a brow. "The fanfiction writers are gonna go crazy. I can’t believe you’re making people wait two whole seasons for that kiss.”

"Well," she says, tracing lazy circles on my chest. "I was thinking we could... rehearse. You know, for research. I might have to do a re-write; heaven forbid it’s unrealistic.”

I roll over and pin her under me again, grinning. "For research, huh? Should I break out the utility belt this time?"

She laughs breathlessly, tugging me closer. "Maybe bring the axe too. The door was stuck, remember?"

"God, I love your brain."

"And you’re about to love my body again, Marshal."

I growl, kissing her neck. "Baby, you’re getting every scene in that series—and then some."

And I know—this isn’t the end. It’s the best damn episode yet.