Signal 33: Finding Zoey

Fire isn’t the only thing I plan to leave burning in her memory.

Zoey’s the kind of woman you don’t forget—curvy, sweet, and completely unaware of her own beauty. I wasn’t expecting to find her trapped in that blaze, but the moment I carried her out, I knew she was mine.

I put out the flames that night, but she’s still under my skin, and I’m not about to let her go. Zoey doesn’t realize it yet, but she’s about to be consumed by a heat she’ll never escape—me.

Dawson pulled her towards him, his fingers going to her chin to tilt her face to his. He ran his thumb down her cheek, slipping his hand behind her head, tangling his fingers into her hair. Dawson looked at her lips, allowing her to pull away.

When she didn’t, he dragged her mouth to his, fitting his lips over hers. The heat that Zoey felt caused her to moan, her body instinctively pressing into his. Her arms wound around his neck as his free hand traced down her side and fit against her bottom.

She could feel his arousal pressing into her stomach, causing her to gasp. He pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

“I’m sorry. I know that isn’t part of our non-date rules. But I couldn’t go another minute without kissing you. Zoey – I like you. And not just as a friend. But if this is too much, I’ll leave.”

Zoey closed her eyes, her body still pressed against his. She didn’t know what she wanted long-term, but without a doubt, Zoey knew she wanted him right now.

She cupped his cheek, “Shut up and kiss me again.”