Fever-epub (7 page)

Mitch gifted her with a sexy wink, his eyes full of teasing warmth.  “Don’t believe a thing these guys tell you, Sara,” he said, grinning like the devil himself.  “I was not responsible for losing that twenty-pound trout on our last fishing trip, no matter what they say.  It was Dean’s fault.  He couldn’t keep the damn boat steady.  He was lurching all over the place like a drunken sailor.” 

The guys all laughed and threw around words like, “baby,” “boat,” “lurched,” “my ass,” and “slippery fingers.”  Sara grinned, loving the camaraderie among the men.  It occurred to her that the firefighters from Station 419 formed a brotherhood.  Men who worked together, played together, and trusted on another with their lives.  She was in awe of them, really.

After goading them on, Mitch chuckled and told them all where they could go, giving specific directions and offering a map should they need it.  Sara laughed with him, marveling at his playful side and the way his deep, sensuous laughter warmed her blood and curled her toes. 

When the laughing settled down, and pleasantries had been exchanged, all eyes turned to the menu and a few people began to talk among themselves.

Sara felt Mitch’s hand close over hers under the linen tablecloth.  He gave a tender squeeze, a small affectionate gesture that touched her down deep and created an instant air of warmth and familiarity around them.  She angled her head to see him.  His eyes flared when they met hers.  His smile looked warm, inviting, and intimate. 

“Hi,” he whispered. 

The silky warmth of his voice drew her into a cocoon of need and desire.  Longing swamped her. 

She drew in air, taking a moment to compose herself.  “Hi, yourself.” 

He pitched his voice low, his eyes glimmering with dark sensuality.  “You look beautiful.”

When she smiled at the endorsement, something tender and powerful passed between them.  Something, she knew, that there might be no coming back from.  It took effort for her to keep her voice light.  “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“I guess I clean up okay,” he teased, his lips twitching with amusement.

They shared a private chuckle, and then Sara admitted honestly, “Better than okay, Mitch.”  His nearness was playing havoc with her libido and she suspected it was the same for him.  Heat gathered in her body as she worked to keep her passion at bay.

Scrubbing a hand over his jaw, he leaned in and whispered.  “It’s no firefighter suit though, right?”  When he mentioned the suit, the mental image of him stripping it from his lethally honed body while she watched in heated anticipation had her hormones jumping to attention like an obedient fire cadet. 

“It’s better,” she assured him.  Then, in a low sultry voice meant to entice, she added, “And probably a lot easier for me to rip off.” 

She watched his expression change.  Light humor segued to dark desire.  His fingers tightened over hers.  Sexually frustrated curses rumbled in his throat.  Desire and need burned in his blue eyes. 

Under his breath he whispered, “Jesus, Sara, you’re going to pay for that.”

She matched his low tone.  “I thought you might say that.  Good thing I have the rope and paddle all ready.”

Picking his jaw up off the table, Mitch cleared his throat and practically leapt to his feet.  “If you’ll all excuse me for a minute…” 

Sara sipped her wine.  Eyes wide and innocent, she tipped her head up and asked, “Are you okay, Mitch?  You look flushed.”

As though flustered, his words came out all jumbled and broken.  “I’m.  fine.  Running late.  Wash up.  Busy.”

Sara kept a smile from her face although she was loving the way she affected him.  Loved how she could reduce him to speechlessness so easily. 

After Mitch returned, the waiter took their orders.  With Mitch barely able to form a coherent sentence, Sara turned her attention to Cassie as she and Jenna discussed the details of the lingerie party.  Sara took note of the look in Dean’s eyes as he listened to the exchange with heated interest. 

A short while later, after eating dessert, they all made plans to head over to
The
Hose
for after dinner drinks.  Sara excused herself.  When the group gave her a questioning look, she explained she had work to do. 

After everyone agreed that Sara would take the car home and the others would share a cab, since they all planned on having a drink or two, she stepped out into the night, Mitch tight on her heels. 

Sara stood back and watched her friends pile into a cab.  Mitch moved in beside her.  Draped in darkness, she whispered into his ear.  “Follow me home.” 

Gaze dark, scalding, he looked at her, his eyes serious.  His hand closed over hers, warm and strong.  He put his mouth close to her ear, his breath hot on her neck.  A moan caught in her throat. 

“I don’t have my firefighter suit with me.”

Sara grinned, and in her most sultry voice, she said, “You don’t need it.”  She fingered his lapels.  “Like I said, this is probably easier for me to rip off.”

His nostrils flared.  “Jesus, Sara, do you enjoy torturing me?” he asked, curiosity and excitement in his tone.  He shifted his stance as though in agony.

She cocked her head playfully, her eyes full of promise.  “Torture?  Oh no.  What I have planned for you tonight isn’t going to hurt one little bit.”  Before she stepped away, leaving Mitch in the shadows to tame his arousal, she said, “Oh, and meet me out back.”

Heart racing with excitement, Sara made her way to the car.  Just seeing the look on Mitch’s face and knowing how eager he was to follow her home fired her libido and moistened her panties. 

Fortunately, traffic was light, and she arrived back at the house in record time.  Wasting no time getting ready, she grabbed two towels from the house and rushed around back to the pool.  Shrouded in darkness, she quickly stripped off her sexy red dress and dove in.  She was right, not even the cool water could help smother the flames of desire engulfing her.  Only Mitch was capable of that feat. 

Sara waded into the deep end while waiting for Mitch, her mind swimming with all the delicious things she wanted to do with him – and to him.  She thought about how she wanted to kiss him all over, to feel his warm flesh beneath her lips.  How she wanted to take his cock into her mouth and lap at him until their moans of pleasure merged.  Her breasts swelled with heated blood, as she imagined it now.  She ached to stroke, suck, and nibble his magnificent shaft.  Ached to feel his sex muscles spasm as his tangy juices erupted in her throat.

Footsteps on the walkway pulled her from her reverie.  As soon as Mitch rounded the corner and she set eyes on him, her heart leapt, her body pulsed, desire singed her blood.  Out of nowhere a wave of passion and possessiveness rushed through her and caught her by surprise. 

In that instant it occurred to her just how bad she had it for him.  Just how much she wanted to lose herself in him, and how much she ached for something far more intimate. 

He came closer and knelt down at the edge of the pool.  He narrowed his gaze and a muscle in his jaw clenched.  One hand went to her cheek, his thumb tracing the pattern of her lips.  She liquefied under his touch.  His low sensuous voice covered her body like a blanket of warmth.  “Hey.” 

That one simple word did such amazing things to her insides.  “Hey yourself.”  She pushed off the edge, allowing him to see her naked body below the surface, letting him know exactly what she wanted. 

Mitch’s dark, hungry gaze slid over her flesh, generating deep desire.  He took a long moment just to look at her.  She watched his eyes fill with lust.  Her body began humming with excitement.  His breath came in a low rush, his gaze shifted to her face.  “Are you coming out or am I coming in?”

With two easy strokes, she made her way back to him, needing to touch him, to feel connected on some deeper level.  As her hand closed over his, unrelenting pressure brewed in the depths of her womb.  “I believe you promised me a swim last night,” she said. 

He stood, pulled off his jacket, and began loosening his tie.  “I believe I did.”  His voice came out rusty, labored.  “And I never break my promises.”

He tore off his shirt and tossed it aside.  Nipples tingling in awareness, Sara watched him undress.  The pleasure was most exquisite.  When she caught the intensity in his gaze, an erotic whimper bubbled in the depths of her throat. Chaos erupted inside her.  Her body grew tight and needy while her breathing grew shallow. 

This was way better than any fantasy she’d ever had. 

His eyes locked on hers.  “Only one problem.” 

Sara didn’t miss the mischief dancing in his eyes.  “Oh yeah?” she asked as flames surged through her.  “What’s that?”

Mitch made short work of his clothes.  Sara gulped air as she took in his wide chest, corded abdominal muscles, and rock-hard cock.  Hot pleasure shot through her, and at that moment, she was sure, no matter how many times he fucked her, nothing would ever satiate her cravings for him. 

“I can’t swim.”

She shook her head as her pussy throbbed for him.  “That’s not good, Mitch.”

“Nope, not good at all.”

She lifted herself from the water, just far enough to entice him with her rosy red nipples.  “I guess you’d better stay out of the deep end, then.”

His glance went to her breasts.  His sensual eyes studied her.  He swiped his tongue over his lips.  “But you’re in the deep end, Sara, and there are things I need to do to you.”

And there were things she needed to do to
him
.

Playing along, she tapped her chin, as though mulling things over.  “Well…”

“Well, what?”

“You could try swimming, and if you take in water, I could always
resuscitate
you.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Mitch dove in.  He came up right in front of her.  Strong arms circled her waist and pulled her under with him.  Her legs wrapped around his waist.  Her mouth went to his.  They stayed down for a long time, touching, stroking, and trading deep, heated kisses. 

A moment later they both resurfaced, breathless.  Sara brushed her hair from her face and then splashed him with water.  “Hey, I thought you said you couldn’t swim.”

His killer smile curled her toes.  “I lied,” he admitted.  “I just wanted a little mouth to mouth.”

Her hand sheathed his magnificent cock.  “I have a better idea, Mitch.” 

His eyes lit, intrigued.  “Yeah?”

“How about a little mouth to cock?” 

He growled, low in his throat.  With that she pushed away and swam to the shallow end, Mitch following right behind her.

She took a seat on the stairs and gestured with a nod for him to sit beside her.  As soon as he did, she went down on her knees and positioned herself in front of him.  Her fingers closing around his engorged cock, she took great pleasure in his length and girth.  She stroked him, reveling in his warm texture and masculine scent. 

With her whole body quivering in delight, she leaned forward.  Her tongue snaked out, and with a light, barely there touch, she caressed his wet tip.

Mitch growled and touched her cheek.  His legs tightened around her hips and prevented her from moving.  She tipped her head and met with eyes so dark and so full of desire her pussy swelled, begging to be filled.  But she wanted to taste him first, wanted to put her mouth on every inch of his skin. 

“I want you to fuck my mouth,” she said boldly. 

“Jesus, Sara,” he murmured. 

Emotions ambushed her at the sound of his deep, sexy tenor.  She really hadn’t anticipated that she’d fall so hard for him when this all began, but Mitch was sexy, funny and giving, so very different from any other man she’d ever met. 

She turned her attention back to his arousal and let out a slow breath.  When her breath fanned his cock, it pulsed in response.  He brushed the pad of his thumb over her mouth and drew in air, as though centering himself.  His eyes clouded. 

“I want you so much, babe, I’m aching,” he said. 

Sara could feel the passion and raw hunger rising in him, and there was nothing she wanted more than to answer the demands pulling at his body.  She pressed her lips to his for a deep kiss.  A moment later she abandoned his mouth and moved her lips to his neck, and his chest and then down lower.  Pleasure raced through her when she felt the way his body reacted. 

She sank lower into the water and glanced at his gorgeous cock.  “Actually, you’re throbbing.”

His edgy chuckle curled around her as she inclined her head and fed his cock into her mouth. 

“Sweet Mother of God,” he whispered under his breath, the pleasure in his voice exciting her.  His fingers raked through her hair, his hands following the motion of her head, up and down, up and down.

Sara moaned and slipped her hand lower to cup and massage his balls.  She inhaled his heady scent, noting the way it aroused all her senses.  She stroked her tongue down the length of him and kissed him deeply.  His whole body trembled in response to her seduction.

He threw his head back and groaned.  “That feels so fucking good.”  His hips pitched forward, driving his cock deeper down her throat.

She arched into him, her body beckoning his touch.  As though in tune with her every emotion, her every desire, Mitch reached down and closed his hands over her breasts, kneading them, pinching her nipples until she gasped in heavenly bliss.

With much greed she laved the soft folds underneath his crown and lapped at the juices pearling on his tip.  She teased and caressed his erection, taking time to savor every delectable inch. 

Moaning and purring with pent-up need, she began moving restlessly, her internal temperature igniting to a boil. 

She spent a long time between his legs, working her tongue over his cock, raining kisses over his length, licking, sucking, and nibbling until she could feel his veins fill with heated blood.  He brushed her hair from her face, watching the way she took him into her mouth. 

Mitch’s muscles bunched and his cock tightened with the tension of an approaching orgasm.  Every nerve in Sara’s body came alive, heat flamed through her, her pussy lubricated in preparation.