just past the park. Would that be a problem?”
“Nope.” He opened the passenger door for her.
“Big truck,” she noted as she stepped up on the running board to climb in the passenger seat.
“You like it?” he asked as she settled in her seat. She shrugged. Not really. Too big and macho. Not what she’d expected somehow.
“Good. It’s not mine.” He shut the door on her surprised face. He walked around to the driver’s side and got in. “Believe it or not, this is my baby sister’s truck. My car is in the shop for maintenance.”
“Good. I was wondering about that key chain with the pink hearts on it. So, what does your average fireman drive…a Hummer, maybe?”
“Nope. I drive a Volvo sedan.”
“How very middle class of you.”
“I prefer safe and dependable with good gas mileage versus big, loud, gas guzzler as a mode of transportation.” He winked at her. “Unlike my sister.”
“So, does your choice of vehicle define you? Safe and dependable, just like a fireman should be?” She smiled.
“To a point, but I’d like to think I have other attributes worthy of your attention,” he responded quietly.
A double entendre?
“Why are you trying to get my attention?” She cursed silently because she sounded breathless. She wanted very much to discover every one of his worthy attributes. He probably had lots of them. She broke out in a sweat trying to refrain from looking below his belt to check out his…biggest attribute. Instead, she forced her gaze out the side window.
“Because you fascinate me. You’re an enigma, and I’m very attracted to you,” he admitted with amusement in his tone. “I have been since I saw your picture in a newspaper article a couple months ago.”
Sabrina turned back and studied his profile as he drove. He didn’t look at her, but he was smiling as though he knew she watched. She ignored the remark about his attraction to her. “I didn’t want to do that article. My boss made me. He wanted some good publicity before he submitted his budget and asked for additional funding.”
“I’ll bet he got it.”
“Yeah, you’d think it’d make him appreciate me more.”
“I appreciate you. Want to talk about when we first met this morning?”
He’d changed the subject on her.
“Not really,” she said glumly, remembering her failure.
“Why did you kiss me on the neck?”
“I was out of my mind,” she said off-handedly, wondering herself why she’d kissed him. Because he tasted so good? He was lucky she hadn’t licked him. Had she licked him?
“Why were you out of your mind?” he pressed.
“Because I’m absolutely terrified of bombs exploding,” Sabrina said and promptly wanted to bite her tongue off. Her eyes widened as she put her hand over her mouth. It had the same result as closing the barn door after the horses had all galloped away. He was the first person she’d ever uttered those words to. She’d never even said them out loud when she was alone.
Jake looked over at her. “I’m guessing that’s a big secret you won’t want me to tell anyone.”
Sabrina nodded once, closed her eyes and hung her head.
“I’ll keep your secret, Sabrina,” he said quietly.
“In exchange for what?” She studied the passenger side floorboard intently.
“You’ll have to become my willing sex slave.”
“What!” Sabrina snapped her head up and stared at him. Was he kidding? She wished the notion of becoming Jake’s willing sex slave didn’t make her nipples harden, not to mention the rush of heat between her legs at the mere thought of sex. Wild sex. Any sex. Sex with Jake…naked, sweating, pumping his cock inside her slick, creamy...Whew. This time, she could not shut down the vivid fantasy.
He broke her X-rated reverie when he spoke. “Just kidding. Nothing. I don’t want anything in exchange for keeping your secret. You don’t know me, or you’d already know that. I’d never tell on you. I promise.”
“So, I don’t have to go out with you in order for you to keep the biggest secret of my life?”
“Nope. I wish you’d go out with me because you’re intrigued by me. I’d hate for this sizzling attraction I have for you to be one-sided.”
Sabrina smiled. It was not one-sided. He intrigued her. She wanted him. Her vivid, sex-filled fantasies reminded her how long it had been since she’d had sex. She couldn’t even articulate to herself the need he drove in her. Being this close to him in such a small space conjured thoughts she’d never entertained for any other man in her cold, lonely life. Not even Harry, her ex-fiancé. Harry’s abandonment of her had taught her to keep men at arm’s length, never getting too deeply involved, which was a very lonely existence indeed.
Sabrina glanced at Jake as a daring streak roared through her. She decided to throw caution to the wind, damn the consequences, and most of all, let this man in to her world, if only for a short time. Besides, no one had to know. It could be another big secret. She had a few, and up until today, she’d been pretty good at keeping them under wraps. She wanted sex. She wanted sex with Jake. Her fatigue also lowered her inhibitions.
Sabrina leaned closer and placed her hand on his thigh. She squeezed him with the sudden need to be connected. He smiled at her touch. When she dared to look, she noticed an impressive bulge along the covered zipper of his jeans. Nice attribute.
Her face warmed at her own bold regard of his arousal. With any other guy, she would have already castigated him for being so forward as to have a woody for her, but not with Jake. She wanted to crawl over onto him and personally check if his cock was as big as it looked. Brazen. That was how she felt around him…absolutely brazen.
She shifted closer as if pulled by a powerful magnet, stretching the limit of her seatbelt. Sliding along the bench seat until the safety restraint stopped her, she was too far away to touch him the way she wanted. Her skin fairly vibrated with the need to be stroked. Everywhere. Her battery-operated boyfriend was definitely going on a vacation tonight.
Sabrina noticed he’d pulled onto her street. She stroked his thigh, her hand moving from his knee to his crotch. She allowed her fingertips to ‘accidentally’ caress his cock through the fabric over his zipper. He cleared his throat, leaned over, and whispered thickly, “What’s your address?”
She closed the distance and whispered her house number in his ear, then she took a hold of the lobe with her teeth. He inhaled sharply as her little bite sunk in. He grabbed her hand off his thigh where her fingertips explored his further enlarged attribute. His lips caressed her palm with a kiss. He turned into her driveway one-handed and put the vehicle in park.
Sabrina pulled away from him long enough to disengage the seatbelt before twisting to face him. He’d popped his seatbelt also. They met in the center and pressed close to each other. Her arms slid around his shoulders and she wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.
The feel and the smell of him made her feel safe and comforted, yet excited and alive.
Jake’s hand tangled in her hair seconds before he lowered his mouth to hers. He tasted her carefully at first as if trying to make sure he was welcome. Her lips tingled from the very first touch of his mouth on hers. He molded them to hers as if to memorize the shape of her mouth. He held the chaste kiss for several seconds. When he broke it, she thought she heard a sigh of contentment. Maybe it was from her. Sabrina wanted more. A lot more!
The next kiss was hers. Instigated by her and delivered by her. She parted her lips and pressed them to his while trying to catch her breath. He opened to her as if expecting this very thing and allowed her to define the level of intensity for them, which Sabrina had set for molten lava.
She dipped her tongue between his lips, and touched his quickly before retreating. She did it again and again until their tongues tangled in a frenzy, bent on consumption. She didn’t know where his mouth ended and hers began.
All Sabrina’s
senses were on overload. It had been so achingly long for her. She’d seen his lust-filled eyes. She could smell his clean scent. She could taste his need. She caressed his shoulders as his muscles flexed and tightened. They devoured each other with this kiss. She shifted in his lap and placed her hip against this thick erection. He felt big, so really big. She was breathing so hard she hoped she wouldn’t hyperventilate before they got out of the truck.
Sabrina shifted closer again, leaning into what felt like a baseball bat-sized steel rod in his pants. She wanted him to slide it inside her slick and over-stimulated body in the worst way. She moved closer to express her unspoken wish. His large, warm hand slid from the center of her back down past her hip and stopped on her thigh as the other hand cradled her head and upper torso. His touch burned through her clothing. His mouth was so engaging and erotic, she never wanted to stop.
Time to kick it up a notch. Bam.
Sabrina placed her hand over his and guided it from her thigh up the front of her chest. She wanted his hands all over her. He moaned in her mouth as the tips of his fingers grazed the bottom of her breast. Her nipples ached for his touch. When he cupped her breast and his thumb passed lazily over the sensitive tip, she moaned into his mouth. She arched her body forward into his hand. He kneaded her once more but soon slid his hand to her collarbone, breaking the intimate contact. He broke away from her lips, and she whined her disappointment out loud.
“Good God, you tempt me.” Jake panted harshly as she did.
“Great, tempt away. I’m not stopping you.” Sabrina placed her mouth back on his to resume the scorching kiss. Jake returned the kiss, but he smiled into her lips, stopping her again.
“What?” she asked as she kissed the corner of his smiling mouth.
“I refuse to make out in my sister’s truck in front of your neighbors any longer.”
She laughed. “Good point. Neighbors don’t keep secrets very well. Let’s go inside.”
Sabrina untangled herself from him, leaving the truck for the quiet safety of her small bungalow. She stepped onto the front porch, which ran the length of the house, and unlocked the front door. Once inside, she tossed her keys and bag on a long trestle table in the entry hallway. On the opposite side was a coat rack. Jake came in with her, shrugged off his jean jacket, and hung it up.
Sabrina usually entered her home with a sense of let-down. Tonight was the first time she’d ever looked at it and wondered how it came across to someone else. Someone she cared about.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like her house. She liked it okay. It was functional, but it was just a house and not really a home. At least not the way she’d always defined home.
She’d purchased it a year ago when her apartment landlord had doubled her rent. Murphy’s wife Leah had stumbled across it and told Sabrina it would be perfect, and it was, pretty much.
Sabrina glanced around and tried to see it as Jake might see it. The two-bedroom, one-bath bungalow sported hardwood floors and her minimalist approach to decorating. Her front hallway led directly into her bedroom, which had most decoration of any room in her place.
She inherited the queen-sized bedroom set and all the linens from when she and Harry had been together. He had taken very little of the meager things they had collected when he left her five years ago. He probably started over with brand-new linens when he got his brand-new wife. Sabrina didn’t dwell on that little flash of pain. Instead, she looked to see Jake’s reaction to her barren little house. He was looking around, his eyes darting here and there.
The repeated adrenalin punch from her day exhausted her and she sagged a little. She needed a shower to wake up and refresh.
The clock on the wall said it was nearing one in the morning, but she wasn’t ready to give Jake up yet. She was looking for a long-needed sexual release tonight. Nothing permanent. That settled in her mind, she approached him stealthily. Tonight was all for her wicked pleasure.
* * * *
Jake watched her look around once they got inside. Her house was clean and simple. He wasn’t surprised that she didn’t have a lot of stuff. Everything he knew about her said she was a workaholic and didn’t spend excessive amounts of time at home.
He’d only planned to take her home, not do her in the front seat. He shouldn’t be in here, but found couldn’t quite let her go yet. Still inflamed from their first kiss, he tried to get his cock to calm down. He should have said goodbye in the truck and hauled ass. He glanced at his watch and cursed. He needed to call his sister, Colleen. She’d want her truck back by morning. The thought left him as Sabrina approached with a gleam in her eyes. His fingers itched to touch her and stroke her as he had in the truck. He smiled in memory of her groan of frustration when he reluctantly pulled his hand from her breast. It had taken an unbelievable measure of strength to slide his fingers away when her nipple pebbled through her shirt.
“I need a shower. Can I leave you to your own devices for a few minutes?”
“Sure. I need to make a phone call. My sister will want a progress report on her precious truck.”
“At one in the morning?”
“Yeah. Are you sure you don’t want me to leave you in peace so you can get some sleep? I know you had a long day.” Jake didn’t want to leave until he kissed her a few more times, but he knew she’d had a terrible day.
“I’m not ready for you to leave, Jake. I’d like to finish what we started in your sister’s precious truck.”
He grinned. “Who says we didn’t finish?”
“I’m looking for something more tonight,” she said, stepping close. He wouldn’t be able to resist her, of course.
“You don’t have to.” He held her gaze. Like it wouldn’t take a mule team to pull him away from her.
“Shh, it’ll be okay. I know you aren’t the type to press a girl, and I know you’re a good guy, or you wouldn’t be here. Trust me. I just want a minute to freshen up. Don’t run off on me, okay?” she pleaded and pressed her body against his.
Jake wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard on the lips in response. Her luscious body pressed closer and his blood rushed south. His cock throbbed in glee. He wasn’t going anywhere. She broke the kiss this time.
“You may have control of the remote while I’m gone, but only up until I get back, then you must surrender it. There’s beer in the refrigerator. Help yourself. I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll wait for you. We can talk about surrender then.” Jake gave her a wicked smile before she disappeared into her bedroom. He heard the shower start soon after and tried not to picture her naked as all the blood in his body rushed to his rampantly hard dick. The clock chimed one o’clock, making him jump. I need to calm down, he thought as he took a deep breath.
Jake wandered around her small house and decided against a beer. He didn’t want booze breath, and it’d only make him fall asleep after a couple of sips anyway. He hadn’t expected to be invited in for any surrender or to continue what they’d started in the truck. It had been a long time since he’d felt this giddy and excited about a woman. God, he wanted her. Tonight.
Sabrina had occupied his thoughts daily for the better part of two months since he’d read that article about her. He’d been plotting the best way to get an introduction. He’d stood at the perimeter of the former city hall building entrance today and watched, mesmerized, as she’d run across the parking lot. Unable to tear himself away in the end, it made for the best introduction of all. Full contact body tackle. He wasn’t sorry he’d been in her way.
Getting to meet her finally in person had been a surprise. Now, here he was at a quarter past one in the morning in Sabrina’s house waiting for her to get out of the shower. He shook his head in wonder and paused to consider his immediate future.
Jake heard the shower go off and another quick thrill of anticipation burned its way through him. Almost time. He would go with the flow. Whatever she wanted. He would be her willing sex slave…or not. Mostly, he wanted to make sure
she knew he wasn’t looking for a one-night stand. He hoped she wasn’t, either. He made a conscious decision to relinquish any and all control and let her be in charge of this seduction. Tonight would be all for her, however it turned out.
Even though they had met ‘officially’ only this morning, he felt as if he had known her forever. She’d consumed his thoughts ever since he read the article about her. Jake warred with himself about whether he should consummate their newfound relationship at all when he heard her clock chime one-thirty. Was she coming out, he wondered, or was he supposed to show up in her bedroom? Did she need more time? Should he tell her that he wanted more than one night with her?
“Sabrina?” he called out in a clear voice towards the direction of her slightly open bedroom door. No answer.
Jake walked closer to the door and pushed on it. “Sabrina,” he said again, stepping across the threshold of her bedroom. He stopped just inside the door and smiled.
She lay sound asleep on her back, sideways, across the top of the floral sheets she’d turned down. She wore an oversized T-shirt that ended mid-thigh with the logo I Survived Hazardous Device School Training emblazoned in faded navy blue and gold lettering across her lovely breasts. Her legs dangled off the bed from the knees down. Her bare feet sported toes tipped in crimson red. Sexy.
Jake crossed the room and stood over her. She was beautiful, even in exhausted slumber. He felt the moisture in the air from the open bathroom door where she’d showered. He bent at the waist, leaned down over her, and put his hands on either side of her. She didn’t stir. He kissed her mouth. She tasted like moist raspberries and mint toothpaste. Still no movement. He ran his fingertips across a breast and her nipple promptly pebbled up under her nightshirt, which made his cock throb with desire, but otherwise she didn’t move. He smiled as he watched her. Fate had decreed that tonight was for sleep.
Nor did she wake when he lifted her into his arms and tucked her into bed. She sighed in her sleep once settled but didn’t wake. He kissed her cheek again. He couldn’t keep his lips off her.
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