Although that kind of behavior was new to her, drawing sultry glances from good girls was obviously something this supremely sexual creature was well used to, because he flashed her a smile which was so full of confidence that it was clear that he understood Laura's intentions perfectly.
“What's your name?” he asked her.
“Laura.”
“I knew a Laura once,” he told her. “She was wild in bed.”
Laura couldn't believe his brazenness, but then again, she could. If she were a blonde-haired, six-foot five Adonis, she would be brazen too. In fact, she was a five-foot eight, brown-eyed black beauty, but there was still something brazen in her stirred by his breath on her neck.
“We can't help ourselves,” she replied. She didn't even giggle as she said it, even though that kind of comment was not how she usually behaved. Never in her life had she been as turned on as she was by this man. She'd only ever been this hot in her own bed and fantasizing, when she was able to imagine a man as athletic and handsome as she desired. Now that man from her fantasies had stepped into her real life and was leaning over her, making suggestions about her character and Laura knew right then that she was going to play his game so that she could have one night of guiltless, shameful, no-strings attached sex with a man that she deserved.
“Don't you want to know my name?” he said teasingly, drawing out his words slowly and deliberately to make that warmth between her legs intensify with desire.
“Who wouldn't want to be on first name terms with the captain?” she replied seductively. “Tell me.”
“Daniel.”
“Well, Daniel. You did a fine job here today. Let's hope there are no more emergencies in this area. I'm sure you don't like visiting the same place twice. Or do you?” she coaxed.
“It just so happens that I'm going to need to take your statement for our records,” he told her with a wicked grin. “I hope you don't mind if I drop by later.”
“Just my statement?” Laura asked.
She had been so caught up in flirting with him that she had a sudden panic that perhaps she'd misread that whole thing and had made a fool out of herself by giving sultry glances to a man who was just there to put out fires. Looking at the glint in his eye, she doubted that it would be a professional call, but she asked just to be sure.
“Just yours,” he confirmed. “After all, you were the one who was looking.”
The way he emphasized the words made it clear that he was talking about her wandering eyes on his body rather than her attention to the house across the street and his words made another sultry smile appear on her face, but this time she locked eyes with him with every intention of making sure that he would not misread her intentions.
Perhaps it was out of character, wild and irresponsible, but looking at this man and feeling the heat of his body close to hers as he leaned over her, Laura didn't care about what the neighbors would say or what Sophie would say.
The only voice she was listening to right now was the voice of her body which was telling her to wrap her legs around this man before the pressure between them became too unbearable. It was telling her to forget romance; to forget dating; to forget everything except animal instinct and passion. When was the last time that Laura had been passionate?
She'd had sex over the years. She'd even go so far as to say she'd made love. But she had never had a wild, animalistic, hair-grabbing, back-scratching, orgasmic, screaming encounter with a stranger. She told herself that every woman needed to have that kind of sex at least once in her life and if she had been waiting for her time, then her time had come. This was the man to unleash that caged side of her. This was the man who was going to rip her clothes off and throw her down on the bed or against a wall and blow her mind.
As Laura imagined all the things that this man could do to her, she could barely catch her breath and yet she was still holding his lustful gaze with her own. As her mind turned over all the things she would let him do to her if she had him, she could just about perceive his breaths also coming slightly faster, as her fantasies played out behind her eyes in a way that a wanting man could detect.
It was unspoken, but they both knew what this was. She was a barely-dressed girl with her back against a fire truck and he was a muscular, hot-blooded captain. Between them was a sexual frisson so tense that both their skins were already burning. The way they were looking at each other and breathing rapid breaths, it was almost as if they were in the bedroom already, but Laura practiced self-control for greater pleasure later. Although she could have led him by the hand to her house and let him take her right then and there, she wanted to tease him and prolong this feeling of being in control.