As he pictured her tight sex muscles gripping his cock, it snapped his last vestige of control.
“Fuck…” He groaned out loud as pressure mounted inside him. He cupped his sac, and stroked his dick faster. With his cock thickening to the point of no return, his heart raced and his brain quit functioning.
He grunted something incoherent, stroked once more and stilled his movements. A second later, he shot hot come into the steady stream of steamy water and gave a low growl of contentment.
Temporarily sated, he finished washing up, dressed and quickly made his way to The Hose. He stepped inside and let his gaze brush over the crowd. The place was packed, but it didn’t take him long to zero in on Taylor. The second he spotted her, he a felt a flash of possessiveness rush though his bloodstream.
Sitting at the bar dressed in a red-hot dress, she nursed a drink, her gaze darting to the door every few seconds. Obviously, with the crowd blocking her vision, she hadn’t seen him come in.
With a predatory advance, he weaved his way through the congestion and closed the gap between them. Lust exploded inside him as he took in her tight, curve-hugging dress and long, shapely legs. Memories of how they felt wrapped around him only a short while before made him quake and nearly shut down his brain. As he envisioned himself getting reacquainted with her lips, both sets, his whole body shook. All he could think about was touching her, kissing her and making sweet passionate love to her. He brushed up against her, his lust-drunk mind making speech nearly impossible.
He didn’t wait for an opening. “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”
Her body tightened when she heard his voice. She angled her head. Her eyes flared with heat when they met his.
“Nope. Help yourself,” came her breathy reply.
With sexual awareness arcing between them, Christian sat beside her, stretched his legs out in front of him and held out his hand. “I’m Christian Bain, firefighter from Station 419.”
Regarding him with wide, come-hither eyes, Taylor smiled and played along. “Nice to meet you, Christian. I’m Taylor Dayton, pastry chef at Chez Frontenac.” The curiosity and excitement in her tone fed the intensity of his arousal.
With his cock aching to be inside her and his mouth watering to taste every delicious inch of her body, he decided to get right to the point. “So what brings you here tonight, Taylor?”
She twisted on her stool to face him. Her pretty pink tongue snaked out to moisten her lips. When she bent close, her warm strawberry-scented breath aroused all his senses.
She didn’t bother to skirt the issue. “Well, actually, I’m looking for a man.”
He cocked his head, his groin tightening with need as he watched her reactions. “A man, huh? Any man, or do you have someone specific in mind?”
She licked her lips again, her voice a low velvet seduction. “You see, Christian.” She paused. “It’s Christian, right?” When he nodded his head, she continued, “Well, I have this fire burning deep inside me. So I’m here at this firefighter bar looking for a man who really knows how to handle his hose.”
Working double time to tamp down his dick before it exploded through his zipper, he studied the other men in the room. “I’m sure any man here is capable of that, which makes me wonder why you’re still sitting here alone.”
“Ahh, but he also needs to be skilled with his fingers and his tongue.” She blew a slow breath and looked at him with pure lust. “I’m tired of amateurs. I want a man who knows his way around a woman’s body.”
Jesus. H. Christ. Her bold words made his cock thicken and press against his pants to the point of pain. He was certain the teeth on his zipper were going to give way, one by one.
She sighed and took another drink of her daiquiri. “I’m afraid the men I’ve met here tonight don’t quite fit the bill, which is the reason I’m still here alone.”
As sexual tension hung heavy, he slid his gaze over her body. “I think it’s your lucky night.”
“You do?” She glanced around, taking in the men at the pool table. Her body quivered with hope as they settled back on him.
“Yeah, I know a man who fits all those requirements,” he added. The desire reflecting in her gaze became his undoing, shattering what little control he had left.
“Where is he?”
“You’re looking at him, sweetheart.” He grabbed her elbow and hauled her to her feet. When their bodies collided, he said, “Come with me.” Unable to wait another second to fuck her, he packaged her against his side and slipped out the back door, to the owner’s off-limits, private terrace. He was pretty sure his buddy Stan wouldn’t mind them invading his personal space, given the circumstance and all.
Shrouded in darkness, he backed her up and nailed her against the wall, caging her between his body and the brick building. He inhaled her aroused scent as it perfumed the garden. He filled his lungs with her enticing aroma, slid his fingers through her hair and angled her head.
“I’m the man that can give you what you want…and what you need.”
In a sultry, almost breathless voice, she asked, “What about your game of one on one?”
“I’m about to play it.”
With that his lips crashed down on hers, advancing their relationship to the next stage. His hands raced over her body, palming her soft curves. Taylor arched into him, urging him on.
He fingered the silky material of her dress before he hauled it up and slipped his hand between her legs. Fuck. She wasn’t wearing any panties. He brushed his finger over her sleek sex and growled out loud. “Mmmm, smooth. My favorite.”
She bucked against his hand. “I guess it’s a good thing you
