Sam Knight works behind a desk for the Forest Service, but dreams of digging trenches and battling the flames of a raging wildfire. The Montana forest is withering under the relentless summer sun, and reinforcements are needed in the field. Sam finally has the opportunity to put her degree to use and she's determined to do the job. However…
Mitch Carter, the fire boss, doesn't believe the wisp of a woman, who hasn't seen action anywhere but the supply depot, can do the job. Hell, her equipment pack weighs more than she does. He'd give her one chance before sending her back to Missoula. She's more likely to be a distraction. It would be best for him and his teams to have her out of his little house that serves as headquarters for the remote camp of forest firefighters. Shouldn't take more than a couple days.
Mitch knows how to fight fires, but can he control the intense flames of desire Samantha incites before they become out-of-control Wild Fires?
She refocused on him. "I wish you'd call me Sam if you insist on using my first name."
"Samantha, if I have to avoid looking at your beautiful face--" He reached out and gently drew his finger along a dirt smudge on her cheek.
"Stop admiring your stunning figure--" His eyes followed his hand as he dropped from her neck, ran his thumb over her collarbone. She sucked in sharply. He grazed the side of her breast, then rested his palm in the curve of her waist. He could feel her heart beating with each stroke of his fingers as they splayed across her abdomen. His fingertips floated above her navel. "If I can't look at you as a woman--" His hand slipped around her back and urged her closer. She stumbled and then pressed flush against him.
"We have to remain completely professional," she said, breathless. "You're compromising both of us."
He kissed her forehead, his lips a gentle caress. "Samantha," he whispered a breath away from her skin.
"You can't keep calling me Samantha."
His tongue tasted the salty drops off her temples. She closed her eyes. Her body softened and he maneuvered her hips to fit snuggly against his. His arousal nestled between them.
"I'll be damned if I'll call you by a man's name." Lips crushed lips.
A little moan escaped from the back of her throat. "Mitch, please." She arched into him.
His tongue slipped into her mouth when she spoke, a soft wet treasure waiting for discovery. He pulled back and he whispered, "Tomorrow you can be a man."