Bray Array - The Ultimate Erotic Short Story Collection 19

With a wink, she headed into the bedroom to change and left Dana to frown over her comment. Shrugging, she went into the bathroom to change. Pulling Chad’s shirt over her head, she grinned over the realization that the T-shirt held a distinct male aroma. Rose was right, the shirt swallowed her but she was grateful that the smoky odor was gone.

Peering at her blonde hair in the mirror, she cringed and washed the black streaks off her heart-shaped face. She hurried back out to ask Rose if she had a washcloth but ran right into Chad who was walking down the hall.

He grabbed her as she bounced off him, “Whoa, I almost knocked you flat. Shit, you are a tiny thing!”

She’d thought the firefighting suit made him massive but realized that was just his build. She swallowed hard, suddenly gasping for air for a completely different reason.

He grinned, “Are you okay?”

She squeaked out, “You’re just… huge!”

He laughed, studying her face as Rose peaked out the door, “He was a football player in high school.”

Stepping back and looking up at him, Dana’s quick wit surfaced, “Is the air thinner up there?”

Dimples appeared as interest flew into his eyes, “You tell me. Come here.”

Rose’s head appeared around the corner again with her mouth open in surprise before she grinned, “Chad, remember you put fires out… not start them!”

Dana was suddenly face-to-face with him as he asked, “So, is it?”

Completely forgetting the question, she stared at him until he laughed, “The air… is it thinner up here?”

“Oh-kay! Um… no, it’s not.”

Dimples hit his cheeks at her breathless tone, “Are you sure you don’t need some oxygen? I can perform mouth-to-mouth.”

Rose’s amused snort from behind them rang through the air, “I told you he doesn’t mind you staying.”

“Oh, hell no. Let me take a shower and I’ll show just how accommodating I can be.”

Rose rolled her eyes as Dana slid down his tall muscular frame, almost sliding straight to the floor as amusement shot over his face, “Damn, Rose. Why didn’t you tell me that you had such a cute little neighbor?”

“She just moved in last week. I haven’t talked to you since before then.”

He nodded and pointed to a door, “You know where the towels are if you want to shower.”

Turning to Dana, he winked, “That dress looks good on you.”

Her jaw dropped, leaving Rose cackling at her expression. He brushed by her, “I’ll see you ladies after I wash this smoke off me.”

Dana stared at him before shooting a wide-eyed look at his sister who was bent over and shaking her head as she tried to control her laughter. She scrambled behind her, placing the sister between them when he reappeared to say, “Oh… I’ve got a stocked fridge with beer if you guys are hungry or whatever.”

Looking directly at her, he pointedly said, “And you make yourself at home.”

She dumbly nodded as Rose got a grip on her laughter to pull a door open and drag some towels out. She handed one to Dana and asked if she wanted to go first. She eyed his bedroom and nodded, needing a moment to cool her heated cheeks. She barely used the hot water, standing under the tepid spray while contemplating the massive hunk that had just saved her ass from a burning building.

She finally rinsed herself, pulling on the T-shirt but cringing when she had to put the pajama bottoms against her skin. When she opened the bathroom door, Rose jerked her head toward the kitchen, “I found a wine glass and some wine if you want some.”

Dana nodded, “Good idea! Thanks!”

Hoping it would relax her but, unused to drinking, she poured half a glass. On the first sip, she made a face but forced herself to swallow the rest. Fortunately, it worked well so she poured another half-glass but jumped when he appeared in the doorway. He quickly put a hand up, “I was just going to join you for a sip.”

He bypassed the wine glass and grabbed a tumbler, pouring a healthy bit before downing it. His eyes narrowed, “You’re old enough to drink, right?”

She frowned, “I’m twenty-three.”

He grinned, “Nice to meet you, Twenty-three. I’m twenty-six.”

She laughed as he poured another splash into his glass while asking, “What do you do when you’re not working and where do you work?”

She told him that she was supposed to start working at a bank next week and had been busy unpacking. He grinned at her nervousness, “What kind of movies do you like or do you even watch TV?”

She nodded, “I like thrillers and horror. I have weird tastes in movies or so I’ve been told.”

Intrigued, he asked, “What do you mean by weird and who told you this?”

She followed him into the living room, “Normally, people think I like romance or chick-flicks but I can’t stand them. I like dark comedies and things that are out of the ordinary. Various friends told me but I no longer hang around them for a variety of reasons. Do you always ask a lot of questions?”

He stopped in front of a shelf and pointed out a movie, “Yes. How else would I get answers? Have you seen this one?”

She grinned, “Yeah, I like that one.” Her gaze ran over his library as her grin widened, “You have the same tastes that I do. Ohhh… can we watch this?”

He grabbed it and nodded, “Sure. Have you seen it yet?”

She shook her head and a dimple appeared in one of his cheeks. Narrowing her eyes at his calculated grin, she asked, “Why? Is it risqué?”

He laughed, “Why would I tell you that? Wouldn’t it ruin the movie? Here… you need more wine.”

Her eyes widened when he grabbed her glass and downed the contents before filling it for her. He made a face, “That was warmish. You need to drink it faster.”

“I don’t normally drink.”

Glee shot over his face, “Oh, this should be interesting.”

She sipped her wine as her face heated once again. He sat down and patted the sofa next to him with a challenge, “Scared I’ll start a fire?”

She took a gulp of the wine and pointedly sat next to him, immediately regretting it when his body heat made her breath hang. She swallowed past the lump in her throat as he lifted her wine glass from her hand, “You’re surprising me.”

He immediately drank what was in her glass before scowling, “It’s not good when it gets warm.”

Since her brain was already fuzzy, she shook her head when he went to refill it. He barked a laugh, pouring some into the glass anyway, “Lightweight!”

“I’m not seven feet tall and built like Thor!”

Before she could protest, he pulled her onto his lap, “Precisely. You’re light as a feather. And too cute for your own good!”

His fingers dipped into the wine before they painted her lips while his other hand thrust into her hair. With her lips only a fraction of an inch from his, her tongue inadvertently darted out to lick the wine off at the same time as his mouth closed over hers. His fingers entwined in her tresses to hold her head when she went limp against him.

He scrunched down into the couch, turning while cradling her on his wide chest and deepening the kiss. She jerked when Rose’s voice filtered through her fog of desire, “Where the hell did everyone… OH!”

Laughter rumbled in his chest as Dana pulled back from his mouth, dragging in a huge gasp of air as he growled, “Would you please disappear, Rose? We’re trying to see a movie here!”

Dana blinked down at him with her mouth hanging open but, when she tried to push off his chest, he tightened his grip, “Where are you going? We’re watching a movie, remember?”

“Um… yeah… what movie was that?”

He nodded, amusement flooding his face, “I have no idea! More wine?”