Catching Fire (Hometown Heat 2)

“No. God, no.” She spreads her thighs and I settle between her legs, rocking against her through our underwear, my head spinning as her heat penetrates through the thin cotton.

“And…maybe?” she adds, as she wraps her legs around my hips.

“Maybe what?” I ask, having trouble thinking straight.

It’s hard to think when we’re this close to naked and she’s grinding against my cock and I’m dying to be buried inside her. I want to feel her slick heat gripping me, want to learn the sounds she makes when she comes, the positions she likes best, and everything that makes her breath catch in that hungry way that drives me crazy.

“Maybe this is dangerous,” she says.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been tested and I’m good. And I have condoms.” I kiss her again, slow and deep, my tongue sliding against hers as I cup her over her panties, groaning as I feel how soaked the fabric is. “Fuck, I love how turned on you are. How wet for me.” My fingers slide under the elastic, over her soft curls, down to the hot, swollen folds between her legs. I push a finger inside her, my heart jerking in my chest as she shudders beneath me.

“Holy shit,” she pants. “That’s so good, Mick. So crazy good.”

“I want to make you feel good.” I add a second finger, trying not to think too much about how amazingly tight she is as I glide slowly in and out. Dropping my mouth back to her breasts, I suck her nipples, pulling harder as her hips thrust more urgently into my hand.

“Mick, God, Mick.” She clutches at my shoulders, her breath coming faster. I bring my thumb to the top of her pussy, rubbing her clit in firm, but gentle, circles, waiting for her to show me if she wants it harder. Or faster. Or…just like this. Slow and easy and unrelenting until she’s gasping for air and squirming against me.

“I’m so close.” Her head presses deeper into the pillow as she arches her back. “So close, so close.”

“Good,” I whisper against her breast as she vibrates beneath me. Feeling her about to lose control is so hot my cock is practically trembling, too. “I can’t wait to feel you come. Come for me, beautiful. Come all over my fingers.”

A beat later, she cries out—a husky, hot-as-hell sound that destroys me—and stiffens. I cover her mouth with mine, stroking my tongue against hers as she rides the wave and finally settles again to catch her breath.

“Wow,” she finally says against my lips. “That was…”

I pull back to study her flushed, clearly satisfied face. “Good?”

“Amazing.” She lets out a shaky breath that’s not quite a laugh. “I mean, I have a vibrator, but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

“Your ex didn’t know what he was doing?” I slip my hand from between her legs and tangle one side of her panties with my fingers. I’m dying to strip them down her thighs and make her come again, this time with my mouth and then my long-suffering cock that’s insisting being inside her is the only thing he wants on earth.

I’m about to suggest I go grab the condoms, when she says, “Eli was okay, but we never slept together.”

I freeze.

“You never slept together?” I try to remember how long Jamison said Eli and Faith dated. I think he said a year. Maybe more.

Faith shakes her head and bites her lip. “I mean we slept together. We slept over at each other’s apartments and fooled around, but we never… And he never made me…”

“He never made you come?” I ask, outraged on her behalf. “Why not? Was he selfish? Inept? Both?”

She shrugs and her gaze fixes on something over my shoulder. “No, he was just kind of shy, I think. And I was, too, about telling him what I wanted in bed, anyway, and… Well, we didn’t talk about it much and we never even got all the way naked together, so…”

I blink, then blink again as what she’s trying to tell me finally penetrates. “You’re a virgin.”

She rolls her eyes. “Well, yeah, technically, I guess.”

“You’ve never had sex?”

“No.”

“Not even oral sex?”

She blushes and huffs. “Given it. Not received.”

“Eli was an asshole, then. It’s settled. He should have been begging to kiss your pussy,” I say before adding gently. “And it’s also settled that you’re a virgin. Textbook definition, in fact.”

She exhales. “Yeah. Okay. Fine. I’m a virgin. But I really wasn’t planning on having this conversation right now. I mean, we’ve only been dating for two days. This whole making out after waking up thing snuck up on me.”

“It’s okay. Don’t be embarrassed,” I say, silently breaking the bad news to the guy downstairs. Faith clearly isn’t ready to go any further right now and honestly, I’m not either. This makes me want to wait, to be sure she’s ready and I can make it as perfect as possible if she decides she wants me to be her first.