Brave, bold, and dangerously sexy, firefighters are every woman's fantasy. Meet three hot heroes who take scorching desire to a whole new level...

Ever since Erica Donelson's ex-husband left her, his former best buddy, firefighter Lincoln Gabriel, has been there for her. But before long, their warm friendship heats up to a burning lust that won't be denied...

“Where do you want me?” Linc eyed Erica for direction, wary of the hesitation in his voice.

Never had he felt nervous about undressing for an audience. With most women, he would have had them both naked by now, their bodies moving feverishly against the wall, or the couch, or the rug. Or, hell, anywhere so long as they were feeling good. He’d established long ago that Erica wasn’t just any woman. Just as he’d established he shouldn’t be alone with her when one or both of them was lacking for clothes.

At least, he would be the naked one this time.

Agreeing to her modeling request had brought an end to her erotic show with the bag of peas. Over the course of gathering her art pad and pencils, she’d pulled her hair into the ponytail he’d long been accustomed to and covered her breasts in a loose-fitting navy sweatshirt that almost hid the fact she was braless. She sat on the couch now, art pad on her lap, legs extended onto the footstool, and her fingers flexing in preparation.

Anticipation rolled off her in waves.

Linc had known on the dance floor giving up sculpting hadn’t been something she’d done lightly. Getting her back to it was the reason he was still here against his better judgment. In the event he couldn’t be completely happy without returning to the fire crew, he had to know Erica was doing something she loved, as well. Just in case the worst should happen. Just in case he did end up on the wrong side of the grave.

“In front of the fireplace.” She grabbed a small, black remote from near her hip. The push of a button sent a gas log firing to life in the hearth behind him. “Perfect.”

It felt perfect. Like the perfect atmosphere for sex. “Do you plan to work the fire into the sculpture?”

“No, just setting the mood. I need to be in a certain frame of mind. Considering how long it’s been since I’ve done this, that’s more important than ever.”

She meant sketching in preparation of sculpting, Linc assured himself, even if it did sound like she was talking about preparing to do him. Even if she did fix her eyes on his chest as he undid the first button of his dress shirt.

Tackling the column of buttons in seconds, he shook the shirt off his arms and tossed it over the back of a bare wood rocking chair. Erica’s eyes took on that sleepily sexy slant. Her mouth opened a quarter inch. A barely audible sigh escaped as her tongue darted out to dampen her lips for an excited millisecond.

The breath snagged in his throat. She looked like this back on the dance floor, back when he would have kissed her if she hadn’t moved in a way that shocked his thoughts into awareness of their companions. Now they were alone. Now the risqué dress was gone. Now she could be wearing a potato sack and he would still be sucked in like a flame to tinder.

Hell, this was such a damned bad idea. He could never remain flaccid while she visually caressed every inch of his body. “Do I get a fig leaf?”

“Not unless you’ve changed your name to Adam.”

Humor tinged her words, not lust. It gave Linc hope that she planned to be the professional. That hope rose as she diverted her attention back to the art board.

Quickly, he undressed the remainder of the way. If he got naked and posed while she was looking away, this was bound to feel less like a strip show. Only once he was standing there in the buff, the fire crackling at his back, heating his ass, calves and spine, he didn’t know how she wanted him to pose. “Sitting or standing?”

“Lying on your side, legs extended. Hand on your . . . ” The words droned off as Erica looked up. Without a hint of subtlety, her gaze darted to his groin.

Setting the art board on the neighboring couch cushion, she came to her bare feet. Linc fought the urge to cup his hands over his cock, though he wasn’t sure if the want stemmed from an unfathomable case of modesty, or the fear he would shove inside her at the first opportunity.

If she advanced solely to grant him that opportunity, would he have the power to resist?

She crossed the ten feet that separated them. He held his breath as her hands extended toward him. “Let me move you.”

If she only knew how much she did move him . . . To laughter, to frustration, to jealousy. To fighting off one huge erection as she went down on her knees and took his hips in hand.

Erica’s mouth hovered less than six inches from his shaft—too close for either comfort or a silent heart. The blood blistered through his veins. Sweat popped out on his brow. He focused on chilly thoughts. Frigid places. Frigid women.

Her lips parted. The warmth of her breath slammed into his rising flesh. His heart skipped a beat as he waited for her to lean forward, wrap those luscious lips around his cock, and suck him straight to heaven.

Tipping her head back, she frowned. “You’re too tense.”

Linc bit back an admittedly tense-as-hell laugh. How could any man in his situation not be on edge? “Maybe you should hire a professional.”

“You already agreed to the job, so relax and let me work.”

He let out a pent-up sigh. Levity was needed here, anything to get his mind off burying inside her for the next decade or two. “Yes, Mom. I promise to behave.”

Erica’s lips twisted in a way that said he’d missed the humor mark and moved right to grossing her out. The thought of standing naked in front of his mother had the intended effect for his shaft, as well, talking it down from the ledge of erection.

Without words, she guided him to the plush, beige carpet and positioned him on his side in front of the fireplace, head propped up slightly against the curve of one arm. Her fingers pressed against his outer thigh, rolling his hip forward a couple inches. His feet came next. Taking an ankle in hand, she rested one foot across the other.

She worked with utter precision, complete professionalism. To his amazement, Linc began to relax. He closed his eyes and let the fire snapping at his back and the familiar scent of the woman at his front soothe him further. Then he nearly shot off the floor when that woman captured his cock in her fingers.