Page 27 of Dear Mr. Firefighter
Ithought I would be the girl that never felt fireworks when a man pulled me close for a kiss. Actually, I thought that was just imaginary stuff people made up when they were trying to describe a perfect romance that didn’t exist. I felt them when Cain kissed me though—boy did I feel them. It was like the sky opened up with a show better than the one that went off at midnight on New Year’s Eve in Times Square. It blew my world apart harder than the sonic boom everyone was still talking about when some guy broke the sound barrier over Michigan in an experimental government plane right after midnight.
I’m head over heels and I’m not even wearing heels anymore. This is going to be bad, because I’m putting every bit of trust I swore I’d never give anyone, in a man I just met.
Cain wasn’t like most men though. He wasn’t a jerk. He was sweet, kind—and absolutely hilarious when he wanted to be. He took charge of situations and didn’t care if he looked like a fool carrying some girl with a broken shoe into a shoe store right before they closed—treating it like the place was an ER and my shoe emergency was life or death. Not to mention the fact that I would have left a layer of makeup and part of my face on the sidewalk if he hadn’t caught me when I fell out of his truck.
“Ah, that’s our table.” He pointed towards one near the stage.
“That sign says there’s a two drink minimum…” I looked at the sign as we walked past it.
“Don’t worry, we can just order a soda—it’ll be just as expensive as a glass of whiskey.” He chuckled and led me to the table.
The comedian in the opening act was funny, but he didn’t make me smile as much as Cain had over the course of the evening. The main comedian on the stage was better, but even they didn’t compare to the man beside me—the man holding my hand—the man that made me think about things I never dreamed of actually going through with. Not on the first date, not ever. The closest I came was my college boyfriend, but I pushed him away every time his hand started to explore more than the top layer of my clothes. It never felt right, even when I thought I liked him. I didn’t understand what real attraction was. Real attraction was primal—it did something to me—something unnatural.
I’ve never had a desire to literally rip a man’s clothes off before, but that shirt would look so much better on the floor than on his—oh, so muscular body.
I truly didn’t understand the things going on inside me. His touch made my skin feel like it was sizzling. Seeing him smile made my stomach flutter—was that butterflies? I had never felt butterflies before. Somewhere between my second and third glass of soda, I had to take a quick trip to the restroom and my panties weren’t wet because I had been sweating down there—they were literally saturated with lust. That had never happened before. Even when I was turned on and had to resort to pleasuring myself, my panties were off long before my pussy got wet enough to leave any evidence behind.
I’m going to turn into a raging sex fiend at this rate.
“Everything okay?” Cain looked up at me as I walked back to the table.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I smiled and sat down.
No, I didn’t run my panties under the hand dryer in the bathroom—that would be crazy. If someone says they saw someone doing it—it wasn’t me.
The show ended and we walked back to Cain’s truck. I wanted to plant my feet firmly on the sidewalk and refuse to move—because that would mean that I got to spend more time with him. I wasn’t just in danger of turning into the first virgin sex fiend, I was going to end up being a crazy clingy person too. I tried to get my head together as we approached his truck, but when he helped me back into the cab and he had to put his hand on my leg to make sure it was far enough in for the door to safely close—all I could think about was him balling my dress around his fist and ripping it off.
Is this how normal people feel when they go on a date—or is this instantaneous desire something that is creeping up on me because I’ve never felt safe trusting someone before?
We made what I could only describe as small talk on the way back to my car. I was having trouble communicating, because my head was still wrapped around the strange desire coursing through my body. The date was about to be over. I knew it wasn’t going to end on a mattress, even if I wanted it to, but I had so much fun with him that I had no idea how I was going to go home alone and wrap my thoughts around normal stuff—like finding a job, figuring out why nobody would call me back, submitting more applications—that mundane stuff might as well have been noise that thoughts of Cain was completely drowning out.
“Okay, here we are.” Cain pulled his truck into the parking space next to my car. “I guess this place empties out once The Hawthorne closes.”
“Yeah, looks that way.” I nodded and looked around the parking lot.
“Before you go…” He leaned towards me.
“Yeah?” I turned my head—and he kissed me.
Fireworks and explosions all over again. It was downright magical. The sensations that had been rushing through me all night amplified. He put his hand on my leg—then started to move it up my thigh. I wanted that hand to go underneath my dress so bad. I didn’t care if he felt the heat radiating between my legs—or found out how wet the kiss was making my panties that I had went through so much trouble to dry. But, he didn’t. He let his hand linger there on my leg—inches from the edge of my dress—and continued kissing me until I couldn’t breathe. I would have let him kiss me until I passed out if he hadn’t pulled back to take a breath. I was totally gasping, feeling my chest heaving hard, but my heart was beating even harder.
“Abby said I have to ask you to be my girlfriend before it’s official.” His lips twisted into a slight grin.
“Abby’s a smart girl.” I nodded slowly and narrowed my eyes. “Are you asking?”
If he proposed, I might say yes—damn—am I really that smitten by this incredible man? I think I am.
“Yes.” He nodded. “And if you say yes, I’m going to kiss you again before you open that door.”
“Then yes—a million times yes.” I nodded furiously.
His lips came for mine and I didn’t hesitate to meet his kiss with the same amount of ferocity resonating from him. My hands grabbed the front of his jacket and I clung to it, pulling him towards me until his weight was against my chest. He could have taken me on the spot—easily. I would have spread my legs and ripped my panties off myself. All he did was kiss me though—a deep, long, passionate kiss. When he finally pulled away, my head was spinning. I definitely wasn’t going to be able to drive without collecting my thoughts.
“Goodnight, Chloe.” He reached over and traced my cheek with his finger.
“Goodnight—wait.” I shook my head as I managed to collect one thought in the middle of a million. “I don’t even have your phone number. We set this date up through Grace.”
“Right.” He blinked in surprise and nodded. “We should definitely exchange numbers.”
