Fire Burns Hot ((An FBI/ Romance Thriller~ (Book 5))) Read Online Free Page A

Already it was present, as it couldn’t be missed. All the men in the family had inherited it, using it at every damn opportunity. Women in general fell like stones into the river, sinking deep into the sexiness of the smile. Unfortunately for Elizabeth, she was no different, and they all knew it.
    One look and she melted. ‘ The Blackhawk boys’ used it at every opportunity and reveled in her helplessness.
    There was one picture that she treasured most . It was the one of all the family together, one last time. It was taken weeks before she and Callen had become a couple. Ironically, it was snapped by his then fiancée. Desdemona had offered to take the family portrait for them at a backyard barbeque. It was taken right before Timothy passed away, going off to the great hunting grounds in the sky. He was lovingly cradling CJ in his arms, his boys teasingly holding Elizabeth across the front of their bodies. Wyler looked on laughing at the silliness of his sons. At the time no one knew of the explosion and devastation looming ahead of them. Soon Timothy would die, Desdemona would betray Callen, and life would begin anew for them all.
    Fate had a way of knocking you off your feet, when you least expected it. The photograph was an ever diligent reminder that they were all connected and all hers.
    Thank God that the love continually overwhelmed her, helping to beat back the sadness of loss.
    The ringing of her phone pulled Elizabeth back to reality. Glancing down at the incoming number, she grinned in sheer pleasure.
    “Hello love bug,” she whispered seductively into the phone, trying to not giggle.
    Ethan Blackhawk paused, caught completely off guard, and then began laughing at the nickname. It was one she gave him on the second day Elizabeth knew him. On occasion she’d whip it out, to trip him up and warm his heart. “Hello, sweet cheeks. Do you miss me?” he asked.
    Just the silky smooth voice curled the lust deep in her belly. “Oh, darlin’, I can’t tell you how much. I wish you were right here with me. Then I could sit in your lap and tell you what I was just thinking about.”
    Ethan was pretty sure what she was contemplating, after all, hadn’t he been doing the exact same thing? “When I get home, you can meet me on the couch, and we’ll revisit this conversation… repeatedly.”
    Elizabeth knew then that someone was in the room with him. He wasn’t being his lecherous self. “You have company.”
    He laughed. “Yeah, is it that obvious?”
    Now there was the need to torture him. “Remember those really sinful lace panties you bought me. The red and black ones?” she questioned, dropping her voice to a low purr.
    Blackhawk swallowed, realizing that calling his wife while surrounded by other directors was going to be a horrible tactical error on his behalf. “Yes.”
    There was an audible gulp.
    “I’m wearing them right now, Cowboy. Maybe I’ll send you a picture later.”
    Immediately, his mind went there. How could it not? Elizabeth Blackhawk was an outrageously gorgeous woman. She was tall, lithe, and all that really wild hair; his body tightened uncomfortably thinking about her. Both he and his brother knew they won the ‘hot woman’ lottery tenfold.
    “When you get home, I’ll wear something really wild from the lingerie drawer. I’ll let you pick anything you want, big guy.”
    “Elizabeth,” he started to warn her.
    “Maybe the black one you bought me. How about the see-through one with the really tiny G-string?”
    Now Blackhawk was suffering for his naivety. He’d just pictured her in the vixen like concoction he purchased for her. Yeah, it was going to be a long meeting filled day with that in his head.
    Elizabeth giggled at his silence. At home they had a special lingerie drawer. In an effort to break her husband of his constant need for rigorous control, she’d implemented a policy. If you buy and place something sexy in the drawer, it would get worn to bed.
    The only