Forbidden Heat (Firework Girls #1) (9 page)

It’s a slow, sensual kiss that pulls me deeper and deeper into him. This was so worth the wait. Our arms begin to travel. I rub my hands along his shoulders, down his back, and to the top of his jeans. He’s still caressing my neck and my jawline. His other hand rubs the small of my back and continues on until he tightens his embrace again, this time firmly squeezing my ass.

I reach for his as well, squeezing before coming back up and holding him more tightly against me. His desire for me presses hard against my thigh.

The hand that was cupping my neck trails downward toward my breast. Panting now, I angle my torso slightly to give him full access. As he squeezes my breast, my hand goes back to his ass, then around the front to his cock. As I squeeze the tip through the fabric of his slacks, his mouth goes down to my neck. I arch my head back as he suckles my skin, inducing a delicious electric shock everywhere he touches me.

I lean back, my rear against the table, as he takes me with increasing intensity. His hands are all over me now. I bring one knee up and hook my ankle around his thigh. Still sucking on the crook of my neck, he pinches my erect nipple through my shirt. I exhale forcefully.

Suddenly he brings both hands to cup my face, and kisses me deeply. I moan in his mouth, wrapping my arms and one leg around him.

He pulls away, holding my gaze as he takes my hand. He backs up, toward the patio door. I follow and he turns and leads me into the house.

The light fixture above the kitchen island seems abrupt after the soft darkness we just left, but he leads me down the hall and we’re hidden in darkness once more. He stops in front of his closed door and draws me back into his arms, kissing me deeply. Kissing him back and running one hand up his neck and into his hair, I fumble for the door knob with my other hand.

I find the knob and swing the door open.

Still wrapped up in each other, he pulls back slightly and glances at the door. He looks back to me. He’s still at war with himself. I can see it.

I do nothing to hide my desire for him. I pull on the back of his neck, urging him to come to me. He resists for only a fraction of a second, then his mouth is on mine and I’m pressed between him and the hall wall. I moan softly and rub my hand down his firm chest, his abs, and still lower.

He pulls back suddenly and sweeps me off my feet like I’m one of those tiny little girls that get carted around by their men. I feel the firm muscles in his arms and back, but he’s not straining at all.
Good god, this man.

He carries me through the door and easily sets me on his bed and I’m ready for him this instant. He sinks on top of me, kissing me with a new level of passion, running his hand down my side. He slips his hand under my shirt and leaves a hot trail of sensation on my skin as he works his way up my stomach and to my breast.

Wrapping my legs around him, my hands claw at his back, bunching up the fabric of his shirt until I feel his firm skin under my hands. I tug at his shirt and he lifts up enough for me to remove it and toss it on the floor. Even in the near darkness, I can see the outlines of his beautiful chest and rub my hands over him.

He starts to unbutton my shirt but I’m too impatient for that. I grab it and pull it off over my head. He eyes my full breasts. He reaches behind me and unhooks my bra in an instant. He helps me scramble out of it and that goes flying too.

He goes down for my breast, suckling my hard nipple and making my back arch. I grab the back of his hair and hold him more tightly against my breast. Taking my clue, he sucks me harder and presses firmly into me. I sigh and grunt, squeezing his broad shoulders.

He moves to my other nipple and works that one too. My whole body is buzzing and I wrap my legs more firmly around him. He comes back up and kisses me as the erection under his jeans press against my crotch. I press back against him, his hardness hitting my clit under my jeans and giving me a jolt.

In between our eager kisses I breathe, “I want you, Shane.” I angle my hips and press against his hard cock. He groans in my mouth. I whisper, “Take me.”

He lifts off me slightly, looking me in the eye as our ragged breaths sound in my ear. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I unzip my jeans and start hitching them down my hips.

It’s all the encouragement he needs.

He crawls backward, giving me a ravenous look, and takes over with my jeans. I bring my knees together and he expertly slides my jeans off and drops them on the floor. My feet are resting softly on his thighs and I’m trembling as he reaches for my panties next. The fabric of the crotch is soaked. He slowly slides them down my thighs, past my knees, along my calves. I lift my feet together and he removes my panties completely.

I exhale deeply as he takes me in with his gaze. His lips are slightly parted as he glances up at me, then back down to my mound. He gently pushes my knees apart with his hands.

He slowly sinks down toward my pussy, his hands inching up my inner thighs as he does so. I’m exhaling in short, sharp breaths, anticipating him.

When his tongue touches my clit my body lights up and I open my legs wider. I grab the back of his head with both hands and whimper. God, I’m so close already. He slides two fingers inside me and only then do I realize just how wet I am.

Licking my clit with short, firm strokes, he slides his fingers in and out of me and I feel myself tighten around him. I’m still hanging on to his head, pressing him harder against my swollen clit.

He teases me with his tongue, strumming me higher and higher. His fingers are working me too. He curls his fingers and hits my G-spot. Taking me by surprise, my orgasm explodes with such force I curl my entire body toward him. Legs shaking, I cry out. Waves of pleasure pound through me as he continues to lap against my clit.

My head falls back against the bed and I thrash helplessly as my orgasm swells. I arch my pelvis toward him and open myself as wide as I can. He curls his fingers against me as I ride the last spike of pleasure.

At last I release him and sink into the bed.

He lifts his head and I look down at him. He gently pulls his fingers out of me. He puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks my juices off of them.

The heat in my body is already rising and I want more of him. Panting, I watch as he stands up and undoes the button on his jeans. He slowly lowers the zipper. My eyes flit up to his—enjoying his look of longing for me—then back to his hands.

He hooks one thumb around the waistband of his briefs and pulls the material down as he grabs his cock with his other hand and reveals a specimen of manhood that gets my blood pumping even more.

I remember how he felt inside me before and I’m instantly throbbing. My legs readjust slightly and I softly bite my bottom lip.

Jeans off now, he reaches for his nightstand and I hear the foil wrapper of a condom.
Yes, good thinking,
I think vaguely as he quickly unrolls it onto his cock.

Come to me,
I think, and he does, crawling up the bed. My hands are all over his firm chest again. I bring my knees up around his waist as he slightly lowers himself between my legs.

He’s not quite touching me there. Only our legs and stomachs are together. He’s propped up on his elbows. I move my hands from his chest to his biceps and squeeze the bulging muscles slightly.

I lift my mouth to his, wrap my arms around him, and pull him down to me. As his weight settles on me, I exhale with satisfaction. I angle my hips, seeking him. He finds me.

As he cups my jaw and the back of my neck in his hand, his cock slowly slides all the way inside. I’m still tight and so, so wet.

He groans into the crook of my neck.

I whisper, “Yes. Shane.”

He pulls out slightly and we exhale together. We hold our breaths as he pauses. When he slides all the way back in me, we both sharply inhale. He sucks on the crook of my neck as he starts to rock me. Slowly. Smoothly. Then harder and faster. I run my hands down his back and to his ass, holding him as he comes into me again and again.

He slides one hand under my ass, angling my hips and hitting my spot. My pleasure spikes, coursing through my entire body. I clamp hard around him, gasping for breath. He kisses me hard, riding me, stretching and filing every inch of me. I feel his cock straining against me.

We break our kiss and I press my forehead against his neck, whimpering. My pussy is pulsing and so hot. I’m just about over the edge, my whole body straining and reaching for it.

His pumping grows quicker and more urgent, pushing me higher and higher. I feel the ridges of his cock swelling inside me. I’m almost there and I can feel his entire body peaking as well.

“Isabella,” he says sharply, his voice thick, his cock straining against me as I strain against him. “My god.”

We go over the edge together. He pulses and fills me as I rhythmically squeeze him in a climax that has me crying out, still tucked into his neck. He groans in my ear, pumping me hard, pushing my orgasm higher and harder. I claw at his back as waves of pleasure wrack my body, peaking on that spot in my inner walls that he’s pounding again and again. I let out a long, high cry as my climax goes into its final stretch.

At last I’m released and he slows, satisfied too.

Breathing hard, our bodies slowly relax and our movements become soft and unhurried.

He brings his lips to mine and presses a firm, lingering kiss on them. He pulls up slightly and looks me in the eye. This does nothing to calm my breathing down. Looking at him gets my heart fluttering. He kisses me again, and we open widely to each other. I sink into his kiss and we gently angle our hips and press into each other again. Soft aftershocks ripple through my body.

When he pulls away and strokes my cheek softly, I look into his eyes and that’s the moment I know.

We’re all in now.

I’m sitting at the back of Shane’s class, my first since our encounter at the pool (not to mention last night’s evening of love making). We stayed in his room talking and caressing each other until two in the morning, having sex twice more before I finally tore myself away and drove home.

As for the matter of him being my professor, I took charge and suggested we lay down some ground rules. To avoid any suspicion, we’ll look at one another as little as possible (we both fear our eyes will give us away) and there will be no chatting before or after class.

We’re now communicating via text—frequently, as it turns out—but we have each other in our phones under false names. After I picked out his name (Apollo, sexiest Greek god in the canon), he stuck with the same theme and dubbed me Aphrodite, goddess of love.

He concludes his lecture and opens things up for discussion. As usual, I’m trying to stay out of things and as usual, I can’t resist the temptation to pipe in. I’m a nerd, I know. I can’t help myself.

After making my comment, however, Shane says, “Does that conclusion stand up to scrutiny? Remember the common fallacies we’ve discussed.” He then goes on to explain, in the gentle way he would with any student, where I had gone wrong.

I admit, I have a few different emotions when he does this.

On the one hand, it stings a bit to be corrected by him in front of the class. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t.

But on the other hand, after he finishes explaining things, I understand them better and enjoy the sensation of learning something new, as I would have in any class.

It takes me a few minutes to get things worked out in my head, while the class carries on with their discussion. By the time he dismisses class, I’m over it. I wonder if he maybe is feeling weird about things too, because rather than clapping his hands and saying “Alright!” like he usually does, he simply tells us to have a good day and starts packing his bag.

It takes an epic amount of self-control to walk out of his classroom without talking to him.

I haven’t even hit the stairs when my phone dings.

Apollo:
Sorry.

Me:
For what?

Apollo:
I don’t know. Correcting you.

Is it bad that I feel comforted that it bothered him too? But I’m okay now and truly don’t want him to feel he has to teach me any differently.

I text back,
Isn’t that your job? To correct students? And look sexy?

He texts a smiley face.

So cute.

My phone dings again.

Apollo:
I had to work like hell not to undress you with my eyes.

Me:
Too bad. You would’ve seen the lacy panties I’m wearing.

I make it out of the building and halfway across the quad with no reply. I wonder if I went too far. My phone dings at last.

Apollo:
I’d like to see those.

Me:
I’d like to see you take them off me. Eight o’clock?

Apollo:
Can you make it six?

I smile. After the long evening I had last night, I really should take tonight to work on my biochemistry project. But... it’s not due until Monday. I have four whole days. I can work on it tomorrow.

Me:
I’ll be there.

It’s nearly five-thirty and I’m still in my bedroom getting ready. After spending the last five minutes rummaging through my delicates, I finally settle on a sexy pair of white lace high-cut panties and a bra. I check my appearance in the full-length mirror, turning to check out my rear. My ass is mostly exposed, accented by the pretty fabric. It looks good.

Right?

Maybe I should go for the red ones. Remembering they’re in my basket, which is still in the laundry room, I head through the apartment to retrieve them. No one’s home, so it’s not a big deal. I go through the living room and kitchen and into the laundry room. I dig around in my basket for my red panties, but by the time I’ve pulled them out, I’ve changed my mind again.

The white ones.

I pause, looking at the reds in my hand, then throw them back into the basket. Definitely the whites.

I go back through the kitchen and into the living room, screaming when I see Jack parked on the couch.

“Ahhh!” he says, pinching his eyes shut and covering his face with a pillow. “Why are you naked in the kitchen?”

“I’m not naked,” I say, hustling across the living room and down the hall. “Why didn’t you announce yourself?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d be naked in the kitchen!” he hollers as I slam my bedroom door.

Freaking Jack
, I think as I finish getting dressed. Once I’m properly covered, I go into the living room. Normally I would sit next to him, but this time I go for the chair. I sink into it, crossing my arms over my chest.

He glances at me.

I look back.

We see each other’s scowling faces and start laughing.

“Thanks for traumatizing me,” he says.

“Thanks a lot!” I say indignantly.

“That was like seeing my baby sister in her lingerie.”

“Oh, whatever. You’re only four months older than me.”

“Four months and sixteen days. Get over here and snuggle me, baby sis. I don’t come here for the TV, I come for female attention.”

As if he doesn’t get enough of that.

“Whatever,” I say. “You come here for the snacks.”

“Yeah, that too,” he says, grinning. “Got anything good?”

“Chloe made brownies last night.”

He scrambles off the couch and disappears into the kitchen.

I head back to my room, laughing.

“Hey, where’d you go?” he hollers.

“I have class.”

“At this hour?”

“I mean lab. I have lab.”

I come out fully dressed with my high heels on to find him back on the couch, polishing off a brownie. He’s giving me an appraising look. “Lab, huh? In heels and lingerie?”

“It’s not lingerie!” I say

“Whatever you say, babe,” he says, licking his fingers and flipping on the TV. “But believe me, any guy who sees that is going to call it lingerie.”

Grabbing my purse, I don’t let him see me grinning as I walk out the door. I can only hope Jack’s right.

For the second time in two days, I pull up Shane Brook’s drive and park by the side of the garage. Once again, as I’m crossing the yard, he comes onto the patio and waits for me. He’s wearing jeans, along with a casual slim-fitting shirt that makes me want to take a bite out of him.

His eyes slide down my body—taking in the low-cut blouse that accents my cleavage, the flowing summer skirt that stops just above my knees, and my long, shapely legs—then back up to my face.

We smile at one another. When I meet him on the porch he pulls me into his arms and gives me a deep kiss. Now
this
is a proper greeting.

He pulls away, my blood pounding, and takes my hand to lead me inside.

Once again I’m greeted by the smell of something delicious.

“Wine?” he asks as we enter the kitchen.

“Yes, please.”

He leaves me at the island and grabs a bottle that is, sadly, already on the counter. I was hoping to see him bend over to retrieve it from the wine-cooler again.

“What’s cooking?”

“Lasagna. I hope you like it.”

“I’m sure I will.”

He brings over our glasses. We clink them gently together—once again foregoing the toast—and drink, our eyes locked on each other.

He sets down his glass, smiles, and heads toward the refrigerator.

I’m about to settle onto the bar stool when he abruptly turns back towards me and says, “Oh hell.”

He pulls me into a kiss. Recovering from my surprise, I eagerly kiss him back, sliding into his arms.

Oh yes, this is definitely more like it.

I’m thinking he only wanted to kiss me, and maybe that’s what he thought at first too, but the intensity of our kissing goes up one notch after another until only a few minutes later we’re in full-on make out mode. I snake my arms up his back, under his shirt. He rubs his hand down the exposed skin of my breast, slipping underneath the fabric of my blouse and bra to cup my bare nipple.

I feel his hard desire pressing against me. I instantly want to taste him.

He lifts the hem of my blouse and I raise my arms so he can pull it over my head. As my blouse crumples to the floor, he eyes my caramel-colored breasts under my white lacy bra. Or maybe I should say lingerie, judging by the look on his face. I slip my skirt over my hips and let that fall to the floor as well.

His eyes take in my lacy panties as I kick my skirt out of the way with one high-heeled foot.

He makes to come toward me, but I press on his chest, keeping him in place. Giving him a sultry look, I unbutton the top button of his shirt.

He watches me, panting softly, his hands gently caressing my shoulders, my arms, my breasts as I work my way down, one button after another. His shirt slowly opens to reveal the muscled chest underneath.

When I release the last button, I place both hands flat against his ribbed abs and firmly rub them up the length of his chest. I tease both hard nipples between my finger and thumb and he lets out a shaky breath, gripping my upper arms with his hands.

I run my hands up and over his shoulders, easing his shirt off and down his arms until that, too, is on the floor.

Again he makes a move to come to me but again I keep him in place. Running my hands and eyes greedily over his chest I lean over and kiss his chest slowly, tasting him slightly with my tongue. I move my mouth and taste him again. I work my way to one hard nipple and gently flick it with my tongue. He exhales sharply and grips my arms more firmly. I slide over to the other nipple and do the same thing, enjoying his reaction.

His broad chest is heaving as I slowly ease myself down into a squatting position, trailing kisses down his stomach along the way.

His bulge is directly in front of me now. I look up and give him an evil grin as I unbutton his fly and slowly unzip his jeans. He’s looking down at me, mouth slightly parted. One hand is resting on my arm and the other is lightly playing with my hair.

I return my attention to my task, pulling the waistband of his briefs so his erect cock can spring free. Squatting with my knees spread, my clit pulsing, I wrap one hand around his cock as I slowly run my tongue up his massive shaft.

He lets out his breath in one long sigh.

I reach the head and wrap my mouth and tongue around it. He already feels hard enough to burst. As I slide down his shaft, taking his fullness into my mouth, he groans and grips my arm tightly. He grabs my hair, pushing me onto him as he slightly thrusts himself toward me. I take him all, sucking and working him with my tongue as I come back to the head.

I run my tongue around the tip, giving extra attention to the cleft underneath, before sliding back down again.

“Good lord, woman,” he breathes.