Even the lamp was earlyMiami Vice, the shade reminiscent of an early morning sunrise, blushing pink crossing the horizon.
She winced when I thudded the box of crackers onto the counter, giving me a playful eye while I twisted the cap on the bourbon. Being the gentlemen I was, I offered her a swig.
“We have glasses,” she murmured, but took the bottle into her hand.
“Yeah, so we do. Those are for later. I’d hurry up if I were you. I have other things on my mind. Urgent things.”
She tipped back a swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand afterwards. “You do, huh?”
“Oh, yeah.”
The banter from before had certainly whet my appetite. When a man was at the point of physical agony, it was time to get some relief.
And it was far past time with the beautiful woman.
She held out the bottle, still licking drops of the drink from her voluptuous lips. We’d touched before many times, but tonight, the ghosted touch of our skin forced a deep breath. There was more chemistry between us than I’d ever experienced before with a woman.
She could obviously tell, her smile slowly growing since I’d yet to pull the bottle to my mouth. With the tip of her index finger sliding back and forth, I was at the point of losing myself in the moment.
And in the woman.
She had no freaking idea what she did to me.
“A parachute save?” she purred. “Have you ever done that before?”
The fear I’d seen was gone, replaced by sinful curiosity. I snorted, taking a glug before I answered. “Hell, no, and I hope it never happens again.”
“You’re a hero. But you could have died becoming one.” She was enjoying herself at my expense, turning in a full circle as shelaughed again. She wasn’t intoxicated, maybe a little tipsy, just enough to allow the inhibited side of her to slide away. Granted, I’d say by the way she was shifting her hips back and forth in time to some silent music, she’d enjoyed more than one cocktail.
“I knew what I was doing.”
“Like you did with me?”
“Exactly like I did with you.”
Her eyes were full of mischief. Meanwhile, my cock was in utter agony. “What are you trying to prove, smokejumper man? That you’re the best at everything?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“Maybe I’d prefer you alive.” Shrugging, she drove her finger into her mouth, pumping it several times.
Fuck. Just watching her was pushing my boundaries. She twirled further away from me and I continued taking one swig after another.
“Tell me something,” she pushed.
“Sure. Anything.”
“Why did you hook up with Mandy?” Her question stunned me.
“Did Wade tell you that?” I should have known. Damn it.
“Nope. He doesn’t talk to me about his personal life. Char did.” She stopped dancing long enough to level me with a look and grab the bottle.
Or maybe a dare not to lie.
“We went on two dates and no, I had no clue she was supposedly about to move in with Wade. If I’d known, do you think I would have ever touched her?”
“I have no idea because I don’t know you.”
