On Fire (2 page)

I waited until his gaze met mine again before
saying, “Please don’t forget my pussy when you go back.” I knew it
was an outrageous thing to say, but I was rewarded when his pupils
dilated. Fire exploded in my blood because that one tiny change,
that he couldn’t control, told me he was turned-on. “Her name is
Tootsie.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “Big white cat?” he
asked.

He must have seen her in the window because
she was an inside cat. “Yes.”

“Okay, I gotta get back. Feel free to look
for something to wear from my closet.” He turned, and closed the
door behind him.

I stood there for a moment, looking around
his masculine, neat apartment. Well, at least I was naked, and in
his apartment. All I had to do now was get him into bed.

Something told me that was going to be
easy.

As I wandered toward a doorway that I was
certain led to Dean’s bedroom I realized that I needed to call
Shelly and tell her what happened. I was pretty sure neither of us
would be able to spend the night in our apartment. Even if it was
deemed safe to return by the fire department, the smell of smoke
might be overwhelming, and whatever damages would have to be
repaired by management. Going from past experiences, it could be a
while.

Dean’s bedroom was as masculine as the man. I
had to admit he had good taste, taking in the quality of the
furniture, and art that decorated his walls. It looked like he
wasn’t afraid to invest good money on quality. My gaze went to his
oversized bed, and I couldn’t help imagining us laying there, naked
and fucking our brains out.

I opened the closet door, and stood back,
letting my gaze roam over the contents. A row of shirts caught my
eye and I reached for the first one I saw. It was a pullover and I
slipped it on, pulling it down over my ass. A glance in his mirror
revealed it barely covered my privates, stopping at the top of my
thighs. Not bad. The green color complimented my hazel eyes, and
the soft material clung to my curves. I fluffed up my damp hair,
going for that sultry bedroom look.

A sound coming from the outer room had me
leaving the bedroom to investigate. I halted upon seeing that Dean
had returned, smiling when I noticed how he was holding Tootsie
away from his body.

“You’re back,” I said unnecessarily.

He deposited my cat on the floor. “Your cat
has claws.”

There was several rows of scratches lining
the top-half of his chest, over the area of his heart. “Oh, my!” I
said. “Where’s your first aid kit?” I was eager to play nurse,
anything to get my hands on him.

“That’s okay.” He brushed it off. “I need to
get back.”

He turned but before he could take a step the
door was pushed open and a fireman stepped into the room. “Fire’s
out.” His interested gaze shifted from Dean to where I was
standing. He gave me a quick and impersonal once over before
looking back at Dean. “Looks like you were right about the oven.
The wiring isn’t up to code.”

“I wonder how many other units are the same
way,” Dean said.

The fireman shrugged. “There will have to be
an investigation.” This time when he glanced at me he didn’t look
away. “You can return for some of your things but you won’t be able
to stay until the investigation is complete. Maintenance will need
to repair the damage, too. Do you have some place to go?”

His friendly expression and the tone of his
voice gave me the feeling that he was going to make an offer if I
said the right thing. I smiled at him in return, and opened my
mouth to let him know that I had friends I could call.

“She has some place to go,” Dean said before
I could get out a word. The look he and his friend exchanged spoke
volumes between them. I wasn’t a dummy. It suddenly occurred to me
that the fireman was purposely baiting Dean, as if he knew
something I didn’t.
Interesting.

“Just thought I’d ask,” the fireman said with
a grin. “See you around buddy.” He gave Dean a friendly pat on the
arm and then he was gone.

I met Dean’s eyes. “How do you know that I
have some place to go?” Crossing my arms probably wasn’t the
smartest move because I could feel my borrowed shirt inch up my
body. It didn’t make me adjust my stance and I was glad I didn’t
when Dean closed and locked his door before turning back to me with
what seemed like deliberate slowness.

There was amusement in his eyes. “Because
you’re already there,” he said with confidence.

Well, this was new! I wanted to ask him if he
was the same guy at the pool the other day. The same one who’d
looked me over with interest before walking away. Maybe he had a
twin? No, there couldn’t be two drop dead gorgeous hunks with the
same tattoo of a eagle in flight on his bicep.

“Is this an invitation to stay here?” I
didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us.

“If you want.”

“I didn’t think you were interested.”

He looked surprised, and then grinned that
crooked sexy grin that took my breath away. “Oh, I’m interested.”
He started to walk toward me. “I’ve been interested in you since
the first time I saw you bent over unloading groceries from your
car. Your cute ass stopped me dead in my tracks.”

Cute ass?
A shiver of delight ran over
me. “How come you never said anything?” He stopped directly in
front of me. I had to glance up a long way to look into his
smiling, brown eyes.

“Several reasons,” he said. “But mostly the
timing never seemed right. I wanted to make sure when I finally
made my move, that we had time to take things slow and easy.”

In spite of being hornier than hell and
wanting nothing more than for him to fuck my brains out fast and
furious, I liked the sound of that. I finally gave in to the
impulse to touch him, placing my palm against his hard chest. “I’ve
been wanting to touch you.”

He laughed. “If you only knew what I’ve been
wanting to do to you. Wet dreams are a bitch.”

God, he knew just what to say to drive my
desire up a notch. I couldn’t help visualizing him walking up after
having an orgasm with me on his mind. “Why don’t you show me what
you’d like to do?” I watched a muscle twitch in his lean jaw as I
moved my hand over him softly. “I think we’ve probably been wanting
the same thing.” I silently marveled at how freakin muscled he was.
As my caress took me down his torso to where the opening of his
jeans were, Dean sucked in a deep breath. I smiled, noticing
movement where I wanted my hand to be.

Did I dare? I so wanted to slide inside his
pants and check out the size of his cock. Just thinking about it
produced a warm, wet feeling between my legs. I searched his eyes
for encouragement, and lowered my hand inch by inch. Right before I
got to my prize Dean reached forward and caught me around the wrist
to halt my progress.

“I like it slow and easy, remember?”

I swallowed, as my breathing picked up speed,
wondering what I could do to make him change his mind.
Is he
testing me?
Slow and easy was nice, but I hadn’t been with a
man in a few months and I was hungry. I wanted to consume Dean,
until the ache inside had been satisfied. Maybe I should just come
out and tell him how I feel.

“Slow and easy is nice for the second round,”
I began, pulling my wrist gently from his grasp. “But I’ve been
horny for you since you moved in. That’s a lot of sexual
frustration stored up.” I was surprised he didn’t stop me a second
time as I slid my hand downward beneath his jeans. The closer I got
to his cock, the hotter his flesh felt, the coarser the hair. I
closed my eyes and moaned when I completed my journey.

Dean groaned, his body rippling with
reaction. I opened my eyes to find that his were closed, and his
expression was taut with raw desire. I felt empowered, closing my
hand around a hot, sizable muscle. Soft satin covering solid steel.
I found his cock thick and long and not lacking in any way. I
squeezed until he emitted another low groan. Hoping to speed things
along, I leaned forward and tongued his firm nipple.

“Holy fuck!”

His eyes flew open and I knew he’d gone from
zero to a hundred in five seconds flat. Slow and easy wasn’t
revealed on his handsome face. Need and lust burned bright in his
eyes. God, I wanted him to kiss me and raised my face, offering him
the opportunity to swoop down and do it. He didn’t disappoint me.
Before I knew it Dean wrapped an arm around my waist, jerked me
against him and covered my mouth with his.

The man knew how to kiss! It was everything a
first kiss should be. His lips were smooth and firm, working over
mine like a slow, thorough caress. I opened my mouth beneath the
gentle persuasion of his, letting his tongue push inside to mingle
with mine, before we moved on to explore the texture, warmth and
softness of each other’s mouths. Mutual moans of pleasure
surrounded us, and I was engulfed in a melting heat when Dean’s
hands smoothed down my backside to my butt. Feeling his hands
caressing my naked flesh was the catalyst of immeasurable things to
come.

His growing passion fueled mine, and I began
to stroke his magnificent cock with more vigor. Then, with
impatience because of the constriction of his jeans, I pulled my
hand out to finish unzipping his pants. Just as quickly my hands
went to the V created by the lowering of his zipper, and I easily
moved his jeans out of the way with a well placed caress. Dean’s
shaft popped free into my waiting hands, and for the first time I
was able to see how really massive his cock was.

Sweet Jesus
, he was going to stuff me
and then some, and I couldn’t wait. Since his hands were still on
my ass I brought mine around to his and held him to me while I
arched my bare pussy against his rod. We both expelled loud sounds
of appreciation at the exquisite feeling of flesh against flesh,
but it was lust that drove us to the next move. Before I could
brace myself Dean picked me up and deposited me on the kitchen
counter. Breathing out of control, we looked into each other’s
eyes. Words seemed unnecessary as we both knew we’d reached the
point of no return. In the next moment he pulled me to the edge of
the counter and onto his waiting cock.

I threw my head back and howled. Not because
it hurt, but from the intense pleasure when he penetrated my pussy
all the way to the hilt.
Oh, God!
I wrapped my legs around
his waist, pulling him even tighter against me. Dean grunted, and
then his whole body shuddered. He slammed his mouth down over mine,
and began to move his hips, slow and easy. I smiled against his
lips.

He pulled back, but continued thrusting.

“Faster, Dean,” I coaxed, biting down on his
bottom lip.

“I like it slow.”

“Harder,” I said, reaching up to tweak his
nipple.

“I like it easy.”

“Next time,” I reminded him, raking my nails
down his back.

He bowed but didn’t pick up speed. It was
pain and pleasure. His steady pace was giving me time to fully
appreciate the full thickness of his dick, while slowly driving me
insane. Most of the guys I’d been with were the slam bam thank you
ma’am types. Into it for a quick, satisfying fuck that left me on
the losing end of the stick. Dean wasn’t fucking me like a man who
only wanted one thing. He was taking his time and making sure that
my ecstasy equaled his.

“Dean,” I couldn’t remember the last man
who’d made me feel what I was feeling right then. “This feels so
good!”

“It’s supposed to,” he smiled.

His hands were on my hips. Suddenly they were
taking the hem of the shirt I was wearing and he pulled it up and
over my head. His bright gaze went to my breasts, then his hands
were cupping them, his thumbs flicking over my nipples. I sighed
and quivered, then arched forward when he bent to take a peaked
kernel into his mouth.

“Beautiful,” he said, pulling and nibbling on
the nub and watching it swell and turn even harder. He repeated the
action on my other nipple, causing me to squirm with pleasant
reaction.

While he took his time loving my breasts he
stopped thrusting, leaving his cock to rest inside me. There was no
way to describe how good it felt as it twitched and pulsed against
my insides. I squeezed my muscles, getting a low groan from Dean,
and was rewarded when he pulled out and slammed forward again.

“Aaagghh!” I trembled. “Do that again,” I
panted.

He glanced up from the nipple in his mouth,
gave it a final lick and pulled his cock out all the way. “I have a
better idea,” he said as he began to kiss his way down my body.

I held my breath as he neared my sex, my
thighs quivering on either side of his head. God I was glad I’d
just had a shower. In spite of that, the heady scent reaching my
nose revealed we were both highly aroused, as sex had an aroma like
nothing else. My ass nearly left the counter when I felt Dean’s hot
breath against the top of my pelvic bone.

“Oh!”

“Easy, baby.” His hands took firm hold on my
fleshy thighs.

If he hadn’t been pinning me in place, I
would have slid to the floor in a puddle of mindless mush when his
tongue traced the seam of my pussy in teasing sweeps. I clenched my
hands into his shoulders, and threw my head back in sheer bliss. My
juices were flowing freely, I could feel a tickling wetness run
between the crack of my butt. I was so close to an orgasm that I
was afraid of losing control.

“Dean–aaagghh!” All thoughts left my head
when his warm tongue burrowed between my pussy lips, glided past my
labia, and wiggled into my buzzing channel. The way his mouth was
locked onto my sex, his upper lip caressed my sensitive clit. Oh
sweet heavens the man knew how to work his mouth and tongue on a
cunt. My breath catching, I began to rock my hips against his
thrusting tongue.