How the hell was she supposed to sit tight? In a few minutes, the man of her dreams - or rather, her fantasies - would walk through that door and cut her out of a very revealing, very seductive bustier. And after she had acted like a sexy siren on the phone, Dean wouldn’t expect anything less from her in person. In all honesty, her boldness surprised even her. Maybe Megan was right, and deep inside her existed a sexy siren, a wanton seductress just waiting to break free. Jenna’s flesh broke out in a sweat as she paced around the bedroom with her pussy quivering in heated anticipation. Good Lord, her pussy was actually quivering – in heated anticipation. Unbelievable! Then again, calling a sexy firefighter to her rescue was right up there in the unbelievable section, too. Jenna cracked her bedroom window, listening for sounds of an approaching vehicle. Less than twenty minutes later she heard gravel crunching beneath rubber tires. She flicked off her lamp and moved to her window. Camouflaged by darkness, she glanced at the street below. Her pulse leapt when she spotted Dean climbing from his car. As he shut the driver side door quietly, he angled his head upward. Dark eyes sparkled and a wicked, self-assured grin curled his lips. He had to be the most confident man she’d ever met, and his assuredness made her feel wildly out of control. No man had ever made her feel that way before. Without haste, Jenna dropped the curtain and stepped back into the shadows, wondering what the hell she’d gone and gotten herself into. Heart racing, she took a moment to remind herself how much she wanted this. How much she wanted to experience the lust, the passion, and the mind blowing sex other women experienced. Just once… Heavy footsteps on the stairs gained her attention.
