Page 13 of Aspen Heat
We walk as a group towards the car, and I let the men lean over the engine. I can see what they're doing from where I'm standing. I'm almost sure I know what the problem is but am unsure about speaking up. After ten minutes of the men discussing this and that –-none of which is close to what is going on-– I decide to chime in.
"Mr. Hannigan, I think you have a leak in your fuel line."
"How can you tell, lass?"
"The smell of gasoline, but also that humming noise the car made when you turned it on. Do you maybe have a clamp we can use to stop the leak?"
"I have some in my workshop. Let me go get them."
All this time Aspen is looking at me, interest in his features. I try to ignore him as best as I can and get closer to check the rest of the engine. When Mr. Hannigan brings out the clamps I find one that will do the trick and install it. I have him turn on the engine and find that there's no more hissing sound and the car is not threatening to misfire.
Mrs. Hannigan hands me a towel so I can clean my hands and gives me a bag of what look like to be blueberry scones. I take it, mouth watering and wait while Aspen and his friend finish their conversation. We soon get back on the road and visit a couple more cabins.
As we're driving to the next cabin, I ask Aspen to pull over so we can have some of the scones.
"Thank you for stopping."
"You've been eyeing those ever since Harriet handed them to you, haven't you?"
"Guilty. I just hope they are as good as they look."
"They are, trust me. I've had Harriet's cooking."
"You guys seem close."
"They're like my second grandparents."
I open the container Harriet gave me and offer Aspen the goodies. He takes one and I take another. When I take a bite there's an explosion of flavor inside my mouth. These aren't just scones, they're little pieces of heaven.
Naturally, I start moaning with how good the scones are, and how happy I am to be eating them. I don't notice Aspen staring at me intently until I'm around my third bite.
"I'm sorry, these are really good." I say with my mouth half full of scone bits.
"I can tell."
He's incredibly still, like a predator waiting for his prey. I chastise myself for thinking like that and keep eating my scone. I secretly hope I can take the rest of them home with me. A pang goes through me as I realize my home is inaccessible to me right now.
"You said we could stop at my house? What happened to the fire?"
"Changed directions. We can go now if you'd like."
"Yes, thanks."
I finish the rest of my scone and close the lid of the container. I don't trust myself with such delicious goodies and I've already made a fool of myself in front of this hot devil. Suddenly, Aspen turns to me and leans my way.
"You've got something…"
His thumb brushes something near my mouth and the shock of his touch is electric. I manage not to pull back because in reality I really want him to kiss me. I gaze into his eyes and see the need there for a connection with me. I want that connection too, so when he starts to pull back I lean forward and place a kiss on his lips.
His lips are soft and warm and they seem to fit perfectly against mine. He takes over the kiss easily and I let him, nervous that he'd think I'm too brazen. After a minute I realize I want to be brazen and start teasing his tongue with mine.
He growls at this and it makes my body respond with a shiver. Heat pools in my lower body and I press my legs together to have a little friction. Aspen is a gentleman, through and through and his hands don't veer from my face and my waist.
I don't know what comes over me but I maneuver myself so close to him that at the end I'm straddling him like he was mine to do with whatever I want. The kiss gets heated, and I can feel him growing hard beneath me.
My hands slide up and down his chest and I find that I'm purring with the pleasure such a simple task gives me. I'm about to take my top off when somewhere out there there's a car honking at us. I jump back into my seat and try to put myself back together again.
The man Aspen calls Phoenix knocks into the car's window and Aspen lowers it. They have a few words, which I did not pay attention too as I'm trying to look everywhere else but at him. After a moment he leaves and there's just me and my hot as hell firefighter.
