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“What are the odds, right? But, we’re both adults and I don’t see any reason why their relationship should have any impact on ours. Do you agree?” I need her to understand that there’s nothing wrong with this, whatever this is.
“Yes, I do, but I’m not sure that they will.” She looks out the window and sighs. With my forefinger, I tip her chin up and gently force her to look at me.
“Then we won’t tell them.” She stares at me, chews her lower lip, and nods. “I’m glad we’re on the same page, Sara.”
Parking at the river is terrible, and we end up having to walk a good distance to the café. I take her arm as we cross the street because she seems so tiny and fragile that I can’t help but want to keep her safe from the world. I like how she leans into me, and I wrap my arm around her shoulders and pull her in even closer for the rest of the walk. It’s comfortable, like she belongs here under my arm.
We arrive at the café, and I order our coffee and cheesecake while she excuses herself and goes to the restroom. When she returns, I pull her chair beside mine and place my hand on her thigh when she sits. I wonder if she’s going to swat my hand away. She doesn’t. Instead, she reaches under the table and interlocks her fingers with mine.
Just like what happens every time we touch, my cock rages in my pants. When I trace circles on her hand with my thumb, her breath hitches.
“I did mean what I said at the restaurant. If there’s anything that I can do to help you with the shelter just say the word,” I tell her.
“Be careful.” She raises her brow and grins. “I might ask you to do some manual labor.”
“Anything for you. I’m not afraid of hard work,” I reply, knowing that I’m more than willing to build a whole new shelter if it means spending time with her.
“So, how long have you been a firefighter?” she asks me, resting her elbow on the table and propping her right cheek on her palm.
“Ten years. I joined the department right out of college.” I can see her doing the math so I add, “I’m thirty-three. Is that too old for you, little one?”
“No.” She blushes, and it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
Sara gets the white chocolate cheesecake, and I order the strawberry one. When the food arrives, I lean closer and ask, “Would you like a taste of mine?”
Something flares in her eyes, but she nods and I lift my fork to her waiting mouth. The bite is a little big for her and leaves strawberry filling on her lips, so I take my napkin and wipe it off for her. She smiles and I say, “Oh, I missed some,” and run my thumb across her lower lip.
She closes her eyes and lets out a deep sigh so I say, “Still missed some.” I lean in, hold her face in my hands, and take her lower lip in my mouth. My member twitches, urging me to take it further. When I release her, I take her hand in mine and say, “That’s better.” It takes all of my willpower to not pick her up, throw her on the table, and take her right here. Exhaling forcefully through my nose, I attempt to get myself under control.
“Why an animal shelter?” I ask her, a lame attempt at distracting myself from what I actually want to do.
Her face is still beet red, but she takes a moment to formulate her answer and replies, “Because animals, especially dogs, are innocent and helpless. When they need help, they can’t tell us. We need to be their voice. I never want to see an animal suffer, and the moment when a dog who’s had a difficult past finds its new family is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen. Their eyes light up and their tails wag, sometimes for the first time in a long time. Seeing that gives me the most joy I’ve ever had and it never gets old.”
The fire in her eyes when she talks about the shelter does things to me. Her love for dogs and what she does are enough to tell me what kind of person she is. Sara is clearly beautiful inside and out, and it only draws me more to her.
“It’s your passion. I understand. I became a firefighter for a similar reason. I want to help people in distress. Sometimes I save their property, sometimes I save their lives, but either way, they need help and I can give it to them,” I tell her.
“You’re a protector.” She nods, and her face softens. “But not just for people, for dogs, too. You saved Lucky, didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did.” The awe and pride in her eyes stir something unfamiliar in my chest.
* * *
I driveSara back to her car and park beside it. The parking lot is nearly empty now, and I kill the engine and pull her beside me. She puts her arms around my neck and I kiss her, slipping my tongue between her soft lips. Her breath quickens, and I lift her hair and kiss her neck, taking in the sweet scent of her. She moans, and I almost lose control. I claim her mouth in another searing kiss, and she responds by pulling my shirtfront and nibbling on my lower lip.
With both of us almost breathless with desire, I walk her to her car and pin her against the door, looking deeply into her eyes. “I’ll be by the shelter tomorrow,” I tell her. I’m about to kiss her again when I spot a man lurking in the distance. He’s standing near the rear of the building, and I’m sure that he’s watching us.
My instincts kick in, and I open Sara’s door and tell her to get in the car. She’s confused but does as I tell her. I walk toward the man, and he slips behind the building so I quicken my pace, but when I round the corner, he’s gone. I pause a moment and listen for the sound of footsteps or a starting car, but the air is silent so I return to Sara. She opens her window, and I lean inside and kiss her.
“Is everything alright?” she asks, creasing her forehead.
“Yes, but to be safe, I’m going to follow you home.”
I follow her car, checking for headlights behind us. It may be overkill but I don’t know why we’re being watched, and I’m not taking any chances with her safety. She pulls into her driveway, and I roll in behind her. I hop out of the truck and follow her to her front door. I kiss her good night and wait until she’s safely inside before I leave her. I would rather have followed her inside and taken her to her bed.
The truth is that I’m aching to be inside her, but as much as it pains me, I need her to know that I want more from her than to get laid on a first date. With a sigh, I go home to take a cold shower and count the hours until I can see her again.
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