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An excerpt from Seducing Death

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

A Brush With Fire...

He had the sweetest smile, she thought to herself, driving along the darkened country roads.

She was a little nervous about seeing him again though.

Her first night on the job and in walks one of the most incredible looking men she'd ever seen!

She was a sucker for blue eyes, that's what had really done it.

Those big blue eyes, all dark and mysterious as he looked her over. And then he'd smiled, he'd taken her hand and smiled.

"You're so beautiful." He'd said.

Wow! what a line!

She had to admit though, it worked. Her heart kicked up a notch, her voice felt rough, as she'd nearly choked out a thank you and blushed like some innocent little school girl. He had made her feel anything but innocent though as he'd continued to rake his eyes over her from top to bottom. A wicked little grin playing on that sexy mouth of his. God, he'd made her feel things she hadn't known possible, even if only for that instant.

It was a shame he hadn't asked her for her phone number, and more so that she hadn't worked up the nerve to just give it to him. She'd been too shell-shocked, yeah, that was a good enough excuse.

So what luck that he would stumble across her on social media!

"I was surprised to find out that you know a friend of mine." He said. "But I'm really happy that you do. When can I see you again? Please, tell me I can see you again?"

He wanted to see her again! She'd swear her heart tripped a little when she'd read that message!

So they'd exchanged phone numbers, and they'd talked a few times. He was a firefighter, and he'd invited her to hang out at one of the stations with him one night after she'd gotten off work.

That made her a little nervous, the thought of trying to get to know him while being around a bunch of other firemen. But he'd assured her they'd be alone. There were a couple of stations in the county that weren't manned full time, mostly just used when backup was needed, and his father, who was also a fireman and pretty high up on the ladder, had asked him to clean the place up. He'd needed some time alone to get some work done for class as it was, he was still in the academy, after all, so he'd agreed.

Of course, wouldn't you know it, that just made her even more nervous. They'd be alone? together? She felt a tightening in her loins at the thought of it. The way he'd looked at her the night they'd met. The fierce look in those ocean blue eyes.

Was she crazy? she hardly knew him! She should just turn around right now. She shouldn't be headed out to the middle of nowhere, to what was practically an abandoned building to meet some guy she didn't even really know! And why? because he was good looking? because he'd told her she was beautiful?

He was a smooth talker, that was for sure. Oh, he'd said all the right things, but didn't they all?

Looks like she'd just have to be smart about all this, that's all.

She wouldn't sit back and get steamrolled by Mr. Sex Appeal, surely she could resist his charms?



Well, she was about to find out.


Pulling up to the small station on the outskirts of one of the smaller cities in the county, she took a deep breath.

She could do this.

They were just going to be hanging out.

Nothing else. Just hanging out.



He had some studying to do, so it wasn't even like she was going to be there all that long.

Right?

"I'm here." She texted. Waiting and watching as he walked out of the front door.

She gulped. God, he looked good.

Wearing a white t-shirt that stretched tautly against the broad expanse of his chest, and a pair of jeans that rode low and snug on his lean hips, he looked sinful. Simple and yet exquisite. Jeez, she could practically feel her mouth begin to water.

She slipped from her pick up truck and smoothed the wrinkles out of her blouse, and as his eyes roamed her, as that devilish grin split his lips, she felt suddenly exposed. Unconsciously she looked down at herself.

Yup, still wearing clothes.

Then why was he staring at her as though she were naked?

"You're here!" He exclaimed, taking her hand and pulling it to his mouth. He pressed his lips firmly against the back of her hand, his eyes never leaving hers, his smile widening as heat stole into her cheeks.

She could do no more than nod as he lead her inside and gave her a quick tour of the building. A kitchen, a bathroom, a living area, and a small room in the back that held a couple of bare cots.

When her gaze strayed to one of those cots for just a second too long, he laughed. Low and deep in his throat. The smoky sound of it sending shivers along her spine. He pulled her along behind him, back into the small living area of the station where the low blare of a TV could be heard. And a table was cluttered with books, and papers covered in notes.

So he really was studying after all! see, no reason to be afraid. She told herself, tamping down on the fear and excitement that had simultaneously overcome her.

She took a seat beside him on the small sofa in front of the TV, and picking up the remote, he muted the sound.

"Relax." He chuckled, leaning against the couch and throwing his arms over the back of it. "I'm not going to jump you."

Realizing her back was up and ramrod straight, she slouched a little, smiled at him and tried to do as he'd suggested. "Sorry," she replied nervously. "I guess I'm a little anxious."

He tilted his head to the side. "Oh? Why is that?"

Catching her lower lip between her teeth, she worried it, attempting to avert her gaze from the intensity of his glare. "I don't know." She shrugged, trying to sound confident in her response.

But she did know.

He practically oozed sexuality. Sitting back the way he was, his torso and groin turned towards her, his shirt tight against his well-muscled chest. Her libido was practically screaming at her as the sexual tension continued to rise. The energy around them buzzed and popped, sparking with electricity.

How could she relax? How couldn't she feel anxious around him? Did he really not know how virile he was? Hell, couldn't he feel the current humming all around them?

And then he smiled again. His sensuous lips parting to reveal an even row of gleaming white teeth. Her heart flew up into her throat.

God, but he was beautiful! And hell yeah he could feel the air crackling between them! A man didn't smile like that and not know the effect he had on a woman! She gulped more audibly.

He leaned forward a little, and her heart nearly fell. Was he going to kiss her?

"I uh, I was going to get a shower before you came, but uh, I kinda got caught up in what I was doing." He said, indicating the coursework on the table. "Do you mind if I get that shower real quick?"

Her eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets, she shook her head, her tongue felt thick, no way would she be able to convey a cohesive thought right now.

Standing, he held out a hand to her and chuckled. "Why don't you join me?"

"What?" She gasped open-mouthed.

Which only made him laugh in earnest. "Sorry. I meant, why don't you sit on the toilet and keep me company."

"Oh."

Hesitantly, she took his hand, and he led her into the utilitarian bathroom, leaving her still gaping after him as he kicked off his shoes and walked behind the long curtain of the small shower stall.

She stepped out of the way as he began tossing his clothes over the curtain rod and took a seat on the lid of the toilet as the sound of water arrested her. Oh God, he was completely naked, she thought, looking down at the pile of clothes.

His face peeked out at her from behind the curtain, a white blob of soap covering the top of his head. "So, why don't you tell me a little something about yourself?" He asked as if this were any old normal date and they were sitting across from each other at a table having dinner.

She shook the image of him bared chested and naked, gleaming with drops of water from her head and tried to put together a coherent conversation.

And though he gave the appropriate responses for a time, it wasn't long before he poked his head out again and interrupted her.

"Would you mind giving me a hand and washing my back for me?"

"Excuse me?"

He laughed at her again. Damn it, he needed to stop doing that! Every time she heard that husky laughter of his, she wanted to purr like some lovesick cat being stroked and petted. The sound seemed to wash over her in waves of pleasure in such a way that it was almost unbearable!

"Kinda hard to reach." He went on, as though what he was asking was no big deal. "I use one of those luffa things at home." He lifted a soapy sponge, held it out to her, and shot one of those smiles in her direction that made her blood boil with desire. "Please?" He begged sheepishly. "I promise I'll keep my hands to myself."

If this was his way of seducing her, well, damn it, it was working!

She rose slowly from her perch and took the dripping wet and soap filled sponge from his hands, at least he was decent enough to wrap the shower curtain around his lower body and hide the better half of his nakedness from her.

"And what would you have done if I wasn't here?" She asked, rubbing the sponge along his damp back. The trickle of the shower head rained moisture down on her as she did so, little droplets of water getting caught and shimmering in her hair as she stepped closer.

He had the most amazing body! His back was toned and well muscled, there were freckles faintly sprinkled over his shoulders and arms, his blonde hair darkened from the water, was shaggy and a little long, and her fingers itched to run along his scalp and tangle in it.

She had to swallow her saliva as her mouth began to water again.

He shrugged, rousing her from her impure thoughts. "I don't know, I guess I would've called one of my girlfriends to come over and do it for me." He teased, looking back at her over his shoulder with a wild and uncultivated look in his eyes.

Dropping her mouth with a huff, she smacked him playfully on the shoulder with the sponge, splotches of white soap flying everywhere. The masculine scent of it finally assailing her senses as a glob of it got caught in her hair.

Curtain still in hand, he turned fully around, laughing and using his free hand to smooth the soap from her nearly sopping wet hair.

Getting a look at his bare chest, the smattering of blonde hair on it, the wet and rippling muscles, and the v of his abdomen that dipped below the curtain he still held steadfast in his right hand, she felt sure she'd faint.

And when his fingers curled into her hair, when he held tight, and tugged her forward, she was definitely glad she hadn't lost her balance!

His lips flattened against hers, and for a second, she thought about pulling away, but as he pulled her closer, as he pressed his wet body into hers, all common sense fled her mind.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she leaned into the kiss, no longer caring as the spray of the shower basically drenched her head and arms.

The feel of his body, the strength of his embrace, and the taste of his mouth were enough to send her senses reeling.

With one hand still clinging to the shower curtain, he used the other to reach back and shut off the shower, grabbing the towel hanging on the wall and wrapping it around his waist without ever breaking their contact.

The towel securely in place, he scooped her up and carried her back into the living area of the station, laying her down gently on the sofa and lowering himself down on top of her.

His hands began to explore her body.

His lips continued to pleasure her, the kiss going deeper, his tongue delving into her mouth, teasing and coaxing, then all at once demanding as he conquered and plundered her lips. He sucked her lower lip, catching it between his teeth and nibbled it almost to the point of pain.

But as his hands ran the length of her, slipping beneath her dampened t-shirt, stroking the sensitive flesh of her abdomen, she felt as though she were floating in mid-air. The different sensations, the heat from his bare chest, the moisture from his hair as she scraped her fingers lightly along his scalp, the weight of his body as he pressed further into her, the combination was highly intoxicating.

Lightheaded, hormones surging, she boldly griped him underneath the towel, a hoarse moan escaping him as he lifted his mouth from hers for a brief second before burying his face in the crook of her neck.

His lips searching out and marking her dewy skin. Branding her, searing her with the intensity of his kiss, his tongue flicking against the column of her throat, groaning as she continued to hold him in her grasp and stroke him slowly with satisfaction.

Finally pulling away from her, gasping for air he stilled her practiced strokes and pulled her hand out from under the towel, wrapping it around his neck and pressing a kiss to the inside of her wrist.

"We have to stop." He panted, shaking his head when she thought to protest. "If I can't have you, then we have to stop now."

He sat up, groping for a pair of jeans that had been sitting unbeknownst to her on a table beside the couch. Quickly sliding into them, he snapped the button and held a shaky hand out to her.

Trembling, her body wracked with turbulent emotions, she reached for him, while he pulled her body against his, her breasts flattened against his hard pectorals. Her arms wrapped around him instantly, and before he could think, before either of them could rationalize, their lips had fused together again.

He embraced her tightly, pulling one leg high against the side of his body while she struggled to get closer, her hands digging into his shoulders, her body arching into him.

"Take me." She murmured against his lips.

A powerful shudder wracked his body as he groaned, his tongue plowing between her smiling lips and swirling around hers in a dance of seduction.

It was she who broke away then, her lips parted and swollen, her cheeks flushed and her eyes drooped in passion. His chest heaved with the effort it took to control himself as he stared down at her.

"Have you ever had sex in one of the firetrucks?" She asked, her lower lip caught between her teeth while she looked up at him from beneath her lashes.

The smile that crept across his face seemed to span the width of it. In answer to her question, he took hold of her wrist and quickly drug her towards the garage.

Two large trucks sat in the bay.

Her eyes riveted towards the traditional style red engine sitting at the far end of the bay when he turned on the lights and closed the door behind them.

But as she started to make her way towards the big truck, he grabbed her, swinging her around and pushing her back up against a small brush truck. With a mischievous look in his fathomless sea-colored eyes, he pinned her between his arms and bent down to nip at the side of her throat.

"This one." He said, using his head to indicate the truck at her back.

"But," she started to object.

Her argument was quickly smothered when he leaned in, lifting her chin in his hands and pressing his lips sweetly, passionately, to hers. The urgency in his kiss quelling any protest she might have made.

He pulled her against his chest, using his free hand to open the door to the truck and then gently hefting her inside, their lips parting brusquely as he helped her get situated before pushing apart her knees and inserting himself between her legs.

The cab of the truck was certainly more accommodating than she would have imagined, and when his lips crashed down on hers again, she completely forgot about the seatbelt mechanism that was jabbing into her hip or the close proximity of the steering wheel to her head. There was enough room, but only just.

Not that either of them cared now.

Too lost in the moment, they dove head first into the senseless passion their bodies seemed to demand of each other.

He smelled like soap, his skin warm and musky. His tongue slid like silk over her heated flesh, his teeth skimmed and scraped along her neck. He traced the side of her ear, down the ivory column of her throat, and nibbled on the subtle point of her chin.

His hands worked like a musician, strumming along her body and plucking all the right notes. Her shirt and bra were lying on the floorboards long before she'd taken notice of the way his hands freely slid along her bare torso. Kneading her breasts, toying with the hard points of her areolas he sent shock wave after shock wave of pleasure through her body.

And when his mouth found her breast, as his tongue laved at her taut nipples, she felt closer to the edge than ever.

His hands trailed lower, flirted with the snap of her shorts before deftly popping it loose and helping her wiggle out of them.

He moaned, the sound more akin to a growl when he realized she wasn't wearing any underwear, and stealthily slipping a finger into the heat of her core, she arched into his hand, purring with delight while he teased and stroked her from within.

His mouth trailed kisses down her streamlined torso now slick with sweat from the joining of their bodies against one another. Lifting her bottom with both hands, his mouth finally found the juncture between her thighs, and he began to ravage her.

Tongue twirling circles around her clitoris, her body trembled and shook with need. Still holding her butt in the strong grasp of one hand, he slid two digits into her with the other, pumping and thrusting his fingers into the depths of her tight sheath.

When the first orgasm overtook her, her whole body consumed with the fire spread by the bold pleasure of his mouth, she shivered with a great tremor. Gasping and pleading, she gripped his shoulders and begged.

"Please, oh God. Please. Now."

Hell-bent on taking her higher, pushing her further, his lips captured the quivering nub and sucked it into his mouth, his tongue darting back and forth against it. And releasing his grip on her posterior, he pulled and tugged at his jeans, kicking until they were down around his ankles.

Still in the throes of passion, caught in the whirlwind of an f-five tornado as his tongue continued to circle the center of her desire, she practically exploded around him as he slithered back up her body and thrust himself into her in one quick motion.

His hard length stretching and filling her to the hilt, she buckled under the sensation, surrendering her body to him in the most primitive of ways.

Pumping himself into her, he crushed her lips in a smoldering kiss to stifle her moans, as if suddenly afraid someone might hear their frantic mating.

But it was only she that came.

Thrown over a cliff of ecstasy, the next orgasm took her by an even greater force, his powerful body filling her, molding against her, their souls fusing together in an electrical storm of universal proportions.

And as she clung to him, her nails digging into the slick and tender skin of his shoulder blades, he threw his head back, growling and groaning when the universe shifted beneath them and his own potent release coursed through his body, forcing him to empty himself into the heat of her.

They lay there afterwards, sated and gasping for air.

Pushing damp tendrils of hair out of her face, he looked down at her, their bodies still connected in the most intimate of ways, and he couldn't help it, he pressed his lips to hers. Kissed her soundly, deeply, erotically.

"You're so beautiful." He said when they came up for air.
         
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