CHAPTER 6

I slowly sauntered toward the firehouse, internally debating if this was a brilliant idea or a completely stupid one. I placed Preston's forgotten hat atop my head as I approached the firehouse and hoped he was actually here.

As I got closer, I could see him standing outside the firehouse speaking with a couple other men. One of the men had been with him at the restaurant and slapped his arm and pointed toward me. Preston turned around, a broad smile spreading across his face as his eyes looked me up and down.

"That hat's never looked so good," he hollered at me in his delicious accent.

"Like it?" I asked as I tipped the brim slightly. "It's new."

He said his goodbyes to the men he had been talking to and walked over to me. He slid his hands across my stomach and onto my hips as he lowered his lips to my ear.

"I'd like to see you in just that hat."

His warm breath tickled my ear as my insides tingled at his words, my skin aflame at his touch. A fire ignited deep within me, my entire body coming alive for him.

"Are you busy right now?" he asked, pulling back slightly to look at my face.

I stared at him and got lost within his handsome face so close. I inhaled his cologne and had to restrain myself from tipping forward and kissing him as everything inside me screamed to do.

"I'm available," I managed to whisper out.

His eyes searched over my face as he smiled slightly. My heart pounded at his smile just for me. His hands slid off my waist. He took my hand into his as he turned and led me into the firehouse.

We walked down a couple hallways, twisting and turning like mice in a maze as my desire burned hotter and hotter for him. I had no idea where we were going or what he was planning to do. All I knew was I longed to be with this man like I never felt before in my life. It wasn't a want; it was a flaming hot need.

He led me through a door and into an office. He swung around, closing the door behind us before turning back toward me. His green eyes burned with desire as he advanced toward me. His hand slowly raised, his eyes searching mine as if asking permission. He gently took his hat from atop my head and tossed it onto the floor.

"Is here okay?" he asked as his palm brushed across my cheek and into my hair. His face lowered to mine; his lips teasingly close to mine. My entire body came alive at his touch as I melted beneath his green eyes.

"Yeah," I whispered out seconds before his lips crushed onto mine. In complete shock by his suddenness, I hesitated to respond.

He pulled back, his eyes aflame and his voice husky. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," I breathed out as I threw my arms around his neck and pressed up onto my tiptoes to kiss him again. He tasted amazing and his kiss was like a brand new drug made just for me that I couldn't get enough of.

His hand dug into my hair, his other hand wrapping around my waist and pulling me against his hard body. My fingers dug into those glorious curls in his long hair as my mouth opened to his.

His tongue slid into my mouth, hungry and eager and he groaned. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I ached to feel more and more of him. I melted in his embrace, his hand tightening in my hair as he held my head in place as his mouth assaulted mine. His body pressed against mine and I could feel his erection through his pants. I needed this man like I had never needed anything in my life.

His hand slid from my waist to the front of my shorts. He undid the button in one, quick movement before his fingers slid past the barrier and between my legs. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers found my sensitive spot.

His mouth moved from mine and down to my neck as his fingers teased me relentlessly. He had long, skilled fingers that sent me into a frenzy as his lips left a trail of goosebumps on my neck. My arms wrapped tightly around him, holding myself up as my legs went weak as his fingers entered me.

I groaned, losing myself in his touch and kisses as his lips reclaimed mine, his tongue urgent and hungry. This man and this moment was unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. Passion blasted through my body as my heart pounded out of control. Nothing in life mattered except him and me and our bodies joining together.

"Preston," I cried out as my arms squeezed him tightly as pleasure burst through my body in a blinding tidal wave.

"I love hearing you scream my name," he whispered, his voice heavy with desire and his accent.

He bent down, his hands sliding down to my butt as he lifted me up so I was straddling him. He stepped forward, my fingers sliding up and into his hair as I kissed his lips. He set me down on a desk and I laid backwards as his fingers traced along my waist before pulling my shorts and panties off. He dropped his pants before grabbing my hand.

"Come here," he whispered softly as I sat up.

He raised his hand toward my face, and I flinched. Something broke through the desire on his face. It looked like a mixture of concern and anger, but he quickly covered it. He held his hand in place, his eyes meeting mine and holding their gaze. He slowly brought his hand to my face as though I was an injured creature. He gently brushed some stray hair out of my face before leaning forward and kissing my cheek where it had once been bruised.

He moved back from me, bending down to pull a condom out of his discarded pants. I stared in shock at his huge manhood. My eyes widened as I looked up into his hungry green eyes.

He moved closer to me, my heart pounding in a crazy, anxious beat. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him inside me. I stared at his handsome face and his caring green eyes as he entered me with a groan. Fireworks exploded inside me as I let out a soft cry of ecstasy. His hands slid up my shirt and beneath my bra, cupping my breast as he began pumping hard and furious into me.

"Preston," I cried out in pleasure as my fingers wrapped around him and dug into his back. Despite his gentle demeanor with me previously, this was something new. This was urgent. This was a primal, carnal need. "Preston!"

My voice seemed only to encourage him as he went harder and faster at a furious, frantic pace. I clung to him, moaning and calling his name until he finally reached his peak and his face collapsed onto my shoulder.

He breathed heavily, his breath hot upon my skin. He stood up, flipping his glorious hair back and running his hand through it.

"That was amazing," he grinned, exposing his dimples with delight. He stepped back, pulling his pants up as I jumped off the desk and redressed.

"So," he drew out slowly in his accent. "How much do I owe you?"

My face shot up to his. "What?"

"How much do I owe you?" he asked again. "Your boyfriend, Scott, told me about your work at the brothel. Didn't he send you over?"

All the blood drained from my face as I nearly went down with it. I stared at him as my heart shattered into a million pieces. He hadn't wanted me. He was simply looking for a quick lay from a prostitute, which is all he saw me as.

I stood wordless as my soul died before him. "Yeah, of course," I finally forced out in defeated agony. "It's three hundred."

His eyes seemed to linger on me, questioning me silently, but he didn't vocalize his mental wonderings. He reached into his back pocket and produced his wallet, he pulled out cash, counting it out before stepping over to me and holding it out.

With shame burning through every single inch of me, I swallowed the lump in my throat and took the money from him. "Thanks," I mumbled, dropping my eyes to the floor.

"Maybe another time?" he questioned.

I raised my eyes back up to his gorgeous face and nodded. "Sure, yeah." I should be used to men using me simply for their sexual gratification but, for some reason, it killed me for him to use me in such a way. It made no sense, I hardly knew him. He was nothing more than a random stranger paying me for sex, yet for some reason this near stranger using me in such a manner nearly killed me. But why? Because I wanted more from him? Because I held in higher regards for saving my life and expected something more from him? It was stupid, whatever it was.

"I should go." I stepped past him, toward the door as I shoved the money into my pocket when his warm hand gently grabbed mine. I hesitated and turned toward him as my heart leapt at the possibility of what he would say.

"Thanks," he said in a genuine voice as his eyes studied me.

I forced a smile upon my face as I nodded as he let my hand slide from his fingers. I turned and walked away, hurrying out the door and back into the heat of the day before my broken heart leaked from my eyes.