Page 6 of Hot for the Fire Chief
He grins, light flashing golden in his eyes. A glint of rare metal amongst the dark chocolate. “It’s like you know me.”
Throwing my head back, I laugh at him. At us. “Yeah. I feel like I do.”
“You’d be the first,” he mutters.
“Are you married?” I ask him, wondering why his face turns cold and closed.
“No.”
“Have you ever been married?”
“I’d rather not talk about that.”
“So you were.”
His lips curl. “I don’t think that’s what I said, Jenny. Don’t put words in my mouth.”
“You’d have said no if it wasn’t true.”
His lips open and close several times and then he sighs. “Lord, I wish this place wasn’t so busy. I might need to find a new place.”
“Why mess with something if you like it? Just come earlier before the beach clears out.”
“Yeah. I’ll think about that.”
Both of us stop speaking and I try and look away from him. But his dark eyes entrance me. He’s hiding them from me. His dark lashes lie against his high cheekbones and the jaw that looks cut from glass tightens as he runs his finger along the edge of his glass, the condensation pooling on his thick finger. His hands fascinate me. Thick, tanned, calloused.
He’s all man and my belly clenches as I fight the urge to stand up and walk over, sitting on his lap and kissing the hell out of his firm lips.
I don’t know if he’d kiss me back or bite me like a wild animal. I think that’s part of my fascination with this man.
“You know, you don’t look like you’re enjoying your vacation.” It’s a simple statement and he takes it as such, just shrugging his massive shoulders.
Huffing in exasperation I take another long drink of my water. He’s sipping his bourbon like he’s got all the time in the world.
I seriously want to rattle this cold, hard man.
“How do you feel about oral sex?”
He just took a sip and he chokes on it, his lean face turning red as a beet as he fights to get his breath back.
I feel absurdly happy.
He finally gets his breath back and clears his throat. “You are a menace. What the hell is wrong with you?”
I shrug my shoulders and sip my drink. “I turn into a crazy woman when men ignore me. I have my little quirks. One of them is I absolutely hate being ignored.”
His whiskey eyes narrow on me and then he leans back and crosses his arms, biceps bulging and drawing my thirsty gaze like a magnet. He crosses one leg over another and his thick thigh bulges and I swallow roughly when I see another bulge higher up.
My eyes dart away and he chuckles, dark and low. “You’re not nearly as smooth as you think you are, honey. You wanna know how I feel about oral? Fine. I’ll tell you but it’s open season if I do.” He leans over and his calloused fingers run along my forearm and I jump, my eyes darting up to his, wide and confused. “That means I’m gonna ask what I want and I want a real answer. Not one of your cutesy little one-liners. I want the real truth.”
Nodding jerkily, my mouth going dry while he continues to pet my arm. Electricity sizzles along my nerve endings and my pussy clenches on air. Hunger burns in my veins and I shift on my wooden seat, moisture coating my lower lips.
I’ve honestly never been as turned on in my life. And all he’s done is touch my arm. If he ever actually gets me naked and touches my lower body I might spontaneously combust.
He grins but it’s not full of humor. It’s dark and dangerous. I should be fucking terrified but I’m not. I’m so damn hungry.
I want this man. I knew as soon as I saw him there was something firing up between us but it’s like I’ve been hit by a tornado of desire and lust and it’s wiping out what’s left of my brain cells until I’m just a mess of hormones and hunger.
