Strong hands clamp around my biceps, wrenching me away from the firefighter. my lips tear from his as I stagger back a step, breathless and wild eyed.
Ryker releases me only to shove my jacket down my arms, hurling it into the corner of the room. Before I can steady myself, my sweater follows, yanked over my head and discarded. The firefighter fumbles with my t-shirt, tugging it upward, the material snagging at the waistband. With a growl of raw impatience, he bunches a double fistful of the thin material. His hands tug outward, ripping the cotton from my body with brute force that makes me whimper.
My heart hammers against my ribs as Ryker smirks down at me, danger flickering in the depths of his eyes. He steps forward, encroaching into the small space between us. He reaches out, shovin
