Page 7 of Hot for the Fire Chief
“I happen to love oral. I love nothing better than eating a woman out until she comes and comes and she can’t even breathe she’s so exhausted.” He leans back and taps the table. “And very satisfied.”
Whimpering, I lean back slowly, gently, not sure if you can come from just words. My whole pussy clenches and my lower body is throbbing.
“Now you,” he growls.
“I like oral too,” I whimper.
“Well, that’s nice to know, baby girl. Real nice to know. But I want to know what I said that hurt you and why it hurt you.”
And just like that all that lust shrivels up and dies like I’ve taken a cold shower.
Jerking back, I glare at him. “What kind of a question is that?”
“The kind of question I expect an answer for. Who hurt you?”
Tapping at the side of my glass nervously, I look away from him and study the bar like it’s the most beautiful, interesting thing on this planet. Sighing when he doesn’t say anything else just waits I lean back and stare at my hands, twisting them in my lap.
“I had a boyfriend. We were together for a year. Until the beginning of this year. Then he started acting kinda crazyand pulling back. He used to tell me all the time that I was exhausting. Like my emotions were too much for him to take.”
I dig my fingers into my thighs. My thick thighs that he constantly told me were too big. I was too big. Too much.
“He wanted me to lose weight. He wanted me to be quieter. Not talk so much. Not laugh so much. He just wanted me to be…less than I was.”
He growls under his breath and his big hands reach across the table, tugging at my arms until I give him one of his hands. He runs his fingers along mine, cradling my hand gently.
“He was an idiot. There was something else too though, wasn’t there? You seem like you thought he should understand you better.”
Shrugging, I shoot him a sickly smile. “We did the same thing. We were both writers. I just got my first contract and I was trying to finish my first book on my new series. He just kept wanting attention. More and more. And when I wanted to work, he always seemed to start a fight.”
He smirks. “By any chance was he still trying to get a contract for his books?”
Nodding, I sigh. “Yeah, but he was good. He got a contract with another publisher a few months after we broke up.”
“But you were there first and he was jealous as hell. He started fights to mess with your head so he could throw you off your game. He wanted to fuck up your career because he’s just that kind of egotistical asshole. The kind that thinks no woman should ever be better than him and if she is, then there’s something wrong with her and she needs to fix herself. It can’t be a him problem it has to be you.”
My eyes seek his and there’s something in his dark eyes. A shiver trails like icicles down my spine.
Lance McGuire looks dangerous as hell. Like he could cheerfully kill someone and not even break a sweat.
He grins. “If I could find him, I’d beat him until he couldn’t walk. That kind of guy deserves it.”
Shivering, I draw my hand back.
I don’t really know this guy. But just how dangerous can he be?
Chapter 5
Lance
“I’m gonna walk you home, baby girl. It’s too late for a girl like you to be running around on her own.”
Cocking her head, she stares at me. “What do you meana girl like me?”
“You’re beautiful and smart. Any guy would be lucky to have you but that just means that dumbasses think they have a shot and they don’t like to give up easy sometimes. The night holds all kinds of dangers, baby girl.”
She shoots me a narrow look, her brow lifting. “Some might say that could be you.”
I laugh and grab her hand, tugging her after me and along the beach. She stops and takes her sandals off, holding them in her other hand.
