Firefighter's Virgin

“Whoa there, cowboy,” I managed to mutter. He pulled me to his lap and kissed me senseless. I tasted myself on his tongue.

In the past, it had grossed me out to no end. With James, my taste on his tongue was erotic, arousing even. Anything but gross.

I adjusted myself to straddle his hips and grazed the rock hard bulge in his jeans. He let out a slight hiss. His hands tensed on my hips, but he didn’t make any move to scamper on top me or demand that I return the favor. He wound his arms around me, kissing me until my body stopped trembling. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay.” My hands dropped to his button, but he brought one hand up to catch my wrist.

His eyes were hooded and darkened as he fixed my gaze with his, but he tilted his head and searched my eyes. “We don’t have to do anything else.”

His voice was low and rough, thick with need. The muscles in his throat were working, but he was still all about me. Need started building in me again as I thought back to how desperate I’d felt just minutes ago.

It was insane how much it turned me on to know that he had that same desperate need for me and that I could be the one to relieve it, as he had done for me. “I need to feel you inside of me.”

“Thank God.” He shifted, and I lifted myself slightly so he could tug his jeans and underwear down in one movement. He grabbed a condom from the discarded jeans, ripped it open with his teeth, and I watched in fascination as he rolled it on.

A tingle ran down my spine as I realized just how much he needed me. It rolled all the way to my core where the ache was building once more.

He gripped my hips and guided me over him. The tip of his hard cock strained at my entrance. There. Almost.

Inch by glorious inch, he slid inside my slick core. He moaned as he slid deeper and deeper, his groan rumbling in his chest.

The sound spurred me to action. I planted my knees on either side of his hips and wrapped my arms around his neck for leverage. I pressed my lips to his as I started moving. He let me set the pace, but he made all these noises at the back of his throat that threatened to have me coming undone in no time.

James moved his hips in time with mine and thrust up as I came down. He captured a nipple in his mouth and flexed his fingers on my hips. His thighs started to quiver. He moved a hand between us and stroked my clit with the perfect pressure. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.

“Fuck, Gabrielle.”

His low groan sent me flying over the edge. I pulsed and clenched at his cock, coming quick and hard. His groans ran together, louder, deeper, as if he couldn’t control them anymore. His voice became strained and his breathing ragged.

He let out one long moan before he sighed with pleasure. His breathing started to steady, and he held me clos

e to him for few short minutes.

We had both come back to earth and realized that we couldn’t exactly laze around naked in the library. We scrambled for our clothes and tugged them on fast, falling over ourselves with laughter.

“You know, I still haven’t seen your house,” I said.

He didn’t skip a beat. “I’m having some renovations done. Maybe when they’re done, you can swing by. In the meantime, I’d like to spend some more time with you if you’re up for it?”

“I definitely wouldn’t mind that. Not at all.”

Chapter Fifteen

James

James: I’m in the mood for the beach. Wanna go jet skiing later?

I fired off the text to Gabrielle. I had just dropped Harper off at day care, and Mrs. W. was off doing whatever she did while Harper and I weren’t there. I was clearing some toys from the lounge when my phone dinged with an incoming message.

I grinned as Gabrielle’s name popped up on the messaging app.

Gabrielle: Jet skiing!!!!

James: I’m gonna go ahead and take that as a yes.

Gabrielle: How very astute of you. What time?

James: Now. Meet me at the same place.