Cathryn Fox: Temperature Rising

Cathryn Fox: Temperature Rising

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Fire Fighters

Smokin Hot FiremenWhat’s not to love?  Brave, gutsy, heroic, running in to danger when everyone else is running out, and they sure know how to make a uniform sexy.

Ahhh, I do love these guys.  Which is why when the fabulous Delilah Devlin put a call out for fire fighter stories, I was all over it.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love my fire fighter stories, considering I’ve written six so far with many more planned.  Even the men from my local fire station know me!  Every year these awesome guys sell calendars at the market to raise money for the burn unit.  I always stop to talk to them and get a signed calendar.  Okay, more like three or four signed calendars.  I can’t seem to say no, and when they hold up the calendar, and toss me one of their cute smiles and say, ‘come on, you know you want to’ out comes the wallet, because yeah, I know I want to…<G>

I had a lot of fun writing my short, hot story for the Smokin’ Hot Firemen collection, and I’d love to share a snippet with you today!

From “Temperature Rising” by Cathryn Fox

The room was dark and smoky, the warm tang of sex hanging heavy in the air.

With a strawberry daiquiri in hand, Delilah Morgan spun around on her vinyl padded bar stool, her glance taking in the Friday night crowd as they relaxed at The Hose, a local watering hole where the firefighters from station 419 regularly gathered for a game of eight ball.

Her salacious glance stopped to linger on three sexy firefighters working their way around the pool table, their athletic bodies, low riding jeans and tight backsides sending her thoughts in an erotic direction.  As she took pleasure in the delicious sight before her, hot flames licked up her thighs, her skin burning hotter than molten lava.

She watched them a moment longer, and when their teasing jibes and raucous laughter drifted past her ears, the rich sound resonated through her body and pulled a shiver from deep within.  Her pussy moistened with want, and she squeezed her thighs together, secretly enjoying the pulsing sensations tugging at her core, but there was nothing she could do to hide the telltale hardening of her nipples or suggestive way they scraped against her light, summer dress.

When the front door opened, Delilah drew a fuelling breath and strove to pull herself together.  Thankful for the distraction she twisted sideways on her stool, hoping her blind date had finally arrived, but when she spotted the town’s youngest fire chief darkening the doorway, a man whose reputation preceded him, awareness prowled through her bloodstream and spiked her temperature from simmer to inferno.

Looking like sex incarnate in his fire resistant pants and suspenders, his heavy coat thrown over one broad shoulder, the man was every woman’s fantasy come true.  Fiery blue eyes scanned the establishment, then using slow sexy movements he angled his head her way.  When their eyes met and locked her pussy creamed in heated response and all she could think about was how that hard body of his would feel moving over hers, how that sensuous mouth would feel on her skin, and how his rock hard cock would feel ravaging her pussy, fucking her in a way no man had ever fucked her before.  She licked her suddenly dry lips, taking in his confident, bad boy attitude and the suggestive look in his eyes as they moved over her body—a look that held all kinds of erotic possibilities.

There was no question that he had a raw sexuality about him, one that made Delilah ache deep in her core.  But since he also had trouble written all over him, she turned away before he could see her tight nipples beneath the low cut dress she’d purchased for this occasion—a dress, she hoped, would seduce her blind date so she could finally fulfill a lifelong fantasy.

Even though she had her back to the fire chief, she could still feel him, feel his hot gaze on her body as he cut across the wide expanse of floor.  She took another sip of her drink to cool the heat zinging through her veins, but when he stepped up to her, pressed his warm mouth against her ear and said, “The name’s Jonah,” it was all she could do not to go up in a burst of flames.  His heat reached out to her and when she pulled his rich, spicy scent into her lungs, everything in her gut said he was the man, the only man, who could help extinguish the long burning fire inside her.

But he was dangerous, she reminded herself.


She sucked in air, his nearness making her breathless.  “I know who you are,” she managed to get out as her pussy quivered with hunger, begging her to lay herself bare and let this man take her to places she’d never been before.

He dropped his coat onto the counter, grabbed her stool and spun her around until she faced him.  When she gripped the counter, his gaze flickered over her left hand, stopping to note the tan line of her ring finger.

“And I know who you are, Mrs. Morgan.”  Something about the way he said Mrs, told her he was testing the sound of it on his lips, savoring the sensations as it rolled off the soft blade of his tongue.

As he invaded her space, he raked his fingers through his dark, mussed hair and looked past her shoulder to peruse the room. “Are you here alone?”

With her body trembling from his close proximity, she shot a glance toward the front door, “Yes.  No.  I don’t know.”

A knowing grin pulled at his lips.  “Well, which is it?” he asked, the heat between them undeniable as he inched closer, his warm breath doing the most delicious things to her libido.

“You’re either alone or you’re not.” His rough voice played down her spine like liquid fire but before she could give him an answer, he dropped onto the stool beside her  and in a bold move that took her by surprise, hauled her to her feet and pulled her between his thighs.  As he created a delicious friction between their bodies, dark passion danced in his eyes.

“I don’t think he’s…coming, sweetheart.”

Delilah’s skin came alive as that one suggestive word bounce around inside her head like a pinball and with the way his cock was pressing against her pussy, only a thin cotton dress separating skin from skin, it had her wanting to throw caution to the wind, to indulge in a wild night with a man who clearly knew his way around a woman’s body.   The way his big hands were curling around her hips, dipping closer and closer to the moist juncture between her legs was a testament to his bedroom skills.

His eyes fixed on her mouth and his lips twisted in a half smile, making him look edgy, wild, and oh so tempting.  “Want to get out of here?” he asked.

15 thoughts on “Cathryn Fox: Temperature Rising

  1. Delilah could write about priests and nuns and make them hot, but when she writes about Firemen, get out the hose, because it is going to be a Five Alarm Fire! Any “flashbacks” I get from reading her books are always welcome, because not only does it scorch my mind with all the deliciousness, it leaves me wanting to grab my man, and slide down my own Firehouse hose! lol

  2. Cathryn, do you plan on doing a full novel or a novella on this story? I am sure we would all would love to read MORE hotness coming from your Sexy Firemen! Sound the alarm! Your story is almost too hot to handle!

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