Seducing the Fireman (Risky Business) Page 5

  Kissing Becca was even better than he’d imagined. Her soft lips crashed against his own, her quiet moans urging him on as he lifted her up. When she wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles and effectively closing the gap between their bodies, he knew there was no turning back. Not that he wanted to. He’d wanted her for as long as he could remember, and if she kept those punishing kisses coming, there would be no walking away…for either of them.

  He slid his hands up her spine, stopping only when his fingers were good and tangled in her soft curls. Wrapping her hair around his fist, he tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. A shudder ran through her as his lips brushed the sensitive flesh, his tongue forging a trail down her throat and over her collarbone. He licked further south, his free hand pushing her T-shirt up, exposing her breasts to him.

  “Fucking perfect,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to claim one of the buds beneath the silky pink bra. And she was perfect. Curvy and soft, everything a woman should be.

  “Umm, thanks.”

  Jax froze. Becca’s eyes were squeezed tight, a sure sign she was giving herself a mental flogging.

  Flogging? Now there was an idea for another day.

  “Hey,” he said, stroking her cheek. When she finally dared to open her eyes, she took one look at him and lifted her chin, no doubt preparing to tell him off for some imagined slight. Before she could utter a word, he silenced her, pressing a gentle finger to her lips.

  “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right. No rushing. Where’s your bedroom?”

  She pointed and he carried her down the hall, enjoying the way her body curled into him. When he laid her on the bed and she looked up at him with those big, pleading eyes, he nearly lost his mind.

  “Tell me how you want it, Becca.” He preferred to be in control, but tonight he’d give it up for Becca. Tonight was all about her pleasure. Because if she thought ice cream could give her an orgasm, it was clear there’d been no one to properly see to her needs, to explore her darkest desires. It was a fucking travesty. “Tell me what you need.”

  “I want you to make good on your promise.” She chewed her bottom lip. “I want you to explore every inch of my body until I’m moaning with pleasure.”

  “Moaning?” He reached under her shirt, stroking the swell of her hip. “You’ll be chanting my name. That’s a promise.”

  She grabbed the front of his jeans and gave a tug, pulling him down on top of her. Claiming her with his mouth, he pulled her shirt over her head and stripped away her bra with his free hand. He needed skin-to-skin contact, needed to feel the heat of her body pressed to his own. Next he went to work on her jeans. When she moved to strip off her panties, a pair of tiny, pink lace underwear that didn’t leave much to the imagination, he stopped her.

  “The panties stay on.”

  She pouted, her bottom lip shooting out immediately.

  “For now.”

  Without those panties, tiny as they were, he didn’t trust himself to take it slow. He wanted her too damn bad, his cock begging for release. Hell, he’d been dreaming of her for ten years. And now that he finally had her? He intended to make the most of it.

  Taking her hand in his, he brought her palm to his mouth and kissed it gently. Then he kissed his way down her inner arm, licking and sucking and teasing every inch of the way. She moaned when he moved on to her throat, nibbling his way down the curve of her neck. He massaged her breasts, and when he finally sucked one of those perfect little mounds into his mouth—hard—she cried out, her back arching off the bed.

  With Becca under him, thrusting her hips against his hardened cock, it took every bit of discipline he had not to strip off his own clothes and take her. But he was a man of his word.

  Climbing to his knees, he settled between her thighs, massaging them as she watched. Lips swollen and parted, hair splayed around her like a halo, she looked like a fucking angel.

  His angel.

  “I’m still waiting for this life changing orgasm you promised.” She was trying to keep the tone light, but her words were thick with lust. “The least you can do in the interim is take off your shirt.”

  Unable to deny her, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. Becca sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes growing dark with need as she studied the tribal flame tattoo that engulfed his right bicep and shoulder. “See something you like?” The look on her face said it all, but he had to hear it aloud. Just like he had to feel her fingers moving over his body, exploring every inch of him with that feather light touch of hers.

  “I’ve seen better.”

  “Really?” he challenged, pulling away. “Then you won’t mind a change of scenery.”

  Without warning, he flipped her over onto her belly, so that her arms were extended above her head. He ran his finger along the edge of her panties, toying with the lace that hugged the curve of her perfect backside. She whimpered and wiggled her bottom. He could relate. His balls were so tight they hurt. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside her.

  “Patience.” He gave her a light squeeze. “I’m not finished with you yet.”

  Moving down her body, he massaged her feet, then the backs of her calves. He lavished kisses on the backs of her knees, gliding up her smooth thighs and spreading them wide along the way. By the time he approached the vee between her legs, Becca was strung tighter than a clothesline. She was practically writhing on the bed under him.

  He pinned her legs down.

  “If you want me to continue,” he said, licking her inner thigh. “You will not move again. You are going to lie still like a good girl and take what I give you, but you will not move again. Understood?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it, Becca. Tell me you’re going to lie still and take it like a good girl.”

  Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at him, offering a coy smile. “Oh, I’m going to take it all, Jax. But I won’t promise to be good. Not when being naughty feels so much better.”

  Jesus. He nearly came on the spot. Becca Mancini wanted to get naughty? He ached to be inside this woman. His cock was rock hard, and if she kept talking like that, he wouldn’t last long.

  He blew out a breath, lowering his mouth to her thigh again. Testing her resolve, he licked the soft skin. When she didn’t budge, he bit her. Nothing too hard, just a test, to see if she could take it.

  She didn’t move.

  “Good girl.” He kissed the same spot, soothing it with his tongue, and inched up her thigh, relishing the salty taste of her skin. When he reached her panties, he licked her right up the center. Becca cried out, but didn’t move.

  He licked her again, this time applying more pressure, knowing it would drive her mad with lust.

  “Oh my God,” she screamed, twisting her fists in the comforter and biting down on the pillow.

  “I thought you could take it?” He grasped the edge of her panties and pulled them down inch by inch.

  “I can and I will,” she bit out as he tossed her underwear to the floor. Dragging a single finger down her spine, he admired the length of her body and cupped her rear, giving it a light squeeze. She moaned and rolled onto her back, repositioning herself so they were face to face. A challenge sparked in her eyes, and she spread her knees, daring him to finish what he’d started.

  Settling between her thighs again, he brought his mouth to that beautiful pussy and licked it, slowing this time to spread her with his tongue and savor the taste of her. He sucked on her clit, drawing her back off the bed as he massaged her with his tongue. When he released her, she fell back on the mattress, knees shaking.

  “That feels—”

  Without warning, he thrust two fingers inside of her, determined to give her the pleasure she deserved, the pleasure that had so clearly been missing from her life.

  “Oh, Jax.”

  Her body reacted instantly, gripping him tight as she rocked her hips beneath him. With his hands and mouth working
in concert, he pushed her toward release, higher and higher as she reached the crescendo that would prove he knew her inside and out.

  The way she had her eyes squeezed tight, biting her bottom lip? She was close. So close.

  She just had to relax and let go.

  Circling her clit with his tongue, he sucked hard. This time she cried out, her body wracked by a powerful orgasm that had her clutching the blankets as if they could ground her in the face of such intense pleasure.

  When her body stilled, he kissed his way up her belly. Making his way back to her mouth, he kissed her slow and deep, enjoying the way her fingers snaked around his neck as she drew him closer.

  “Sweet Jesus, Jax. I need you inside me. Now.”

  He wasn’t about to argue. Not when she was panting his name in desperation. Her pleas had him off the bed and stripping. He pulled a condom from his wallet and rolled it on as she braced her hands on the headboard, arching her back and lifting her ass for him. Climbing back into the bed, he plunged into her without hesitation, seating himself deep. Becca cried out and he froze. She was so fucking tight. Had he hurt her? Gone too fast? He lowered his mouth and brushed a kiss across her shoulder.

  “Oh my God.” She repositioned her hands and rotated her hips in a circular motion, as if testing the feel of him inside of her. “I didn’t know it could feel so good.”

  “We’re just getting started, Becca.” Slipping one hand around her waist, he found her clit, rubbing lazy circles with his finger as he slowly withdrew and pumped back into her. “And when we’re done, you will never compare ice cream to orgasms again.”

  “Yes,” she breathed, as he drove into her over and over, pushing them both toward release with sinfully perfect rhythm. It wasn’t long before she was screaming his name, her body clenching him tight as she pulled him over the precipice with her, shattering like fine china and forever altering his reality.

  Lying there spent, with Becca in his arms and his mind racing, he tried to put all the broken pieces back together. The woman had given him the best damn orgasm of his life. He’d known it would be good between them, but fuck. He’d never experienced anything like it before. She’d ignited at his touch like a gasoline fire.

  “That was amazing,” he said, planting a kiss on her forehead as he climbed out of bed to dispose of the condom. Grabbing his boxers from the floor, he headed for the bathroom.

  “It kind of was, wasn’t it?” She sighed and pulled the sheet over her breasts, stretching with feline grace.

  “Yeah,” he called from the bathroom. “We should do it again.”

  Jax slipped on his boxers and returned to the bedroom. Becca met him at the door, thrusting a pile of clothes into his arms.

  “You have to go,” she said, grabbing his elbow and steering him toward the door.

  The front door.

  “Hey, what’s wrong?” Shit. She wasn’t having regrets was she? The very idea made his skin crawl. “Talk to me, Becca.”

  “What’s there to talk about?” she asked, giving him another panicky little shove toward the front door. “The sex was great, but that’s all it was. Sex. It doesn’t change anything between us.”

  She opened the door and gestured for him to step through it.

  “What the fuck? Do you throw all your dates out naked?” he asked, temper flaring as he stomped into the hall. “Or just the ones who give you the best orgasms?”

  Blood rushed to her cheeks, but she held her ground. “This wasn’t a date. Good night, Jax.”

  Good night? Not likely. Maybe it had started off that way, but now he was standing half naked in a strange building, once again at Becca’s mercy. First the thing on the radio and now this? How many times did she need to humiliate him before she would accept his apology?

  More importantly, how many times would he let her?

  Stepping into his jeans, he promised himself this would be the last time Becca had the upper hand. He’d done her wrong, and she had every right to be upset about it, but no way in hell was she going to scare him off. If he wanted to get past her defenses, he’d just have to beat her at her own game.

  Chapter Seven

  “Quit harassing the baby fireman, Quinn.” Becca stole a quick glance at her friend between shots. The other woman was eyeing Mr. July like a cougar poised to strike. “That kid can’t be a day over twenty.”

  “And yet he’s so good with a hose,” Quinn mused, keeping her eyes fixed on the water that trickled down his face and neck. Then again, it probably wasn’t his face she was interested in. “Seriously. He can turn that hose on me any day.”

  Clicking through Mr. July’s shots, she studied the images with a critical eye. His patriotism was sure to set some panties on fire come Fourth of July. Really, it was a wonder she’d been able to keep it together with so many stacked firefighters running around half naked. And if all those perfectly sculpted pecs and abs weren’t tempting enough in their natural state, Quinn had started rubbing the guys down with baby oil, leaving their muscles glistening under the bright lights.

  She gave herself mental props for maintaining her composure in the face of so much hotness. Too bad she couldn’t say the same for Quinn, who’d been in a perpetual state of lust all day. The woman was on a mission to find out which of the models were single and ready to mingle—her exact words. Becca grinned. Only Quinn could get away with something so absurdly cheesy and still draw men like bees to a honeycomb. And as long as Quinn was focused on the guys, Becca could work in peace.

  Win-win.

  Quinn had spent the morning obsessing over how hot the guys were and what a sweet gig it was for Becca. She wasn’t wrong, but it was distracting to say the least. Especially with thoughts of Jax and the best sex ever dancing in her head.

  Jax.

  She could hardly wrap her brain around it. She, Becca Mancini, had actually had sex—the dirty, erotic kind—with Jackson Hart. It was everything she’d imagined it would be. It was also stupid. Like, unholy-demons-had-invaded-her-body-and-made-her-sin-in-the-naughtiest-of-ways stupid. What had she been thinking? He was the only man who’d ever broken her heart, and she’d gone right ahead and served her body up to him on a silver platter. The moment he’d mentioned doing it again, she’d panicked. Big time. She still felt bad about throwing him out naked, but he’d warned her—told her right up front that she was playing with fire. And like a hormonal teenager with no regard for the future, she’d rushed right in without a second thought for the messy consequences.

  Well, no more. Sex with Jax had cleansed her system. They’d acted on their physical attraction and it was time to move on. No harm, no foul. No more third degree burns that would take years to heal.

  She swiped the back of her hand across her forehead. Why was it so freaking hot? Must be the flames on the set, because it sure as hell wasn’t thoughts of Jax raising her body temperature.

  Becca shook her head to clear her thoughts. He had no business being here today. She needed to remain focused. After all, it was only the biggest shoot of her life. It had to go well. She couldn’t afford any screw-ups. The FDNY had taken a big risk entrusting an unknown with the annual fundraiser, and she would not let them down. Hell, she wouldn’t let herself down. She had this. Because if she didn’t? Well, her parents’ offer to move home was always open, as they were too happy to remind her every Sunday at dinner. But she wouldn’t take them up on it. She was determined to stand on her own two feet, which was exactly why she’d gotten her own apartment in the first place. If she had to work a day job until she got her photography business off the ground, so be it.

  Keeping her attention focused on Mr. July, she snapped another half dozen shots as he flexed his ridiculous eight-pack and slung a coiled hose over his shoulder. The damn thing probably weighed close to a hundred pounds and he was slinging it around like it was nothing.

  It was totally badass.

  From her position on the warehouse floor, she was getting a great angle on him, the light hitting his
slick muscles just right. “All right, Vic. Enough with the serious stuff,” she said, climbing to her feet and dusting off the front of her oversize I Love Wild Things T-shirt. It was a futile effort. The warehouse was perfect for the shoot, allowing them to bring in charged hoses, trucks, and even flames in a controlled setting, but it was filthy and she was going to be a hot mess when it was over. “Give me a smile. A real one.”

  It was Vic’s first shoot, and he’d been so nervous in the beginning, but she had some good shots of him once he’d relaxed. It hadn’t taken long to figure out the guys weren’t exactly on the job for the fame and fanfare. Sure, they’d take off their shirts and strut around for a good cause, but they tended to be camera shy. It was her job to make them feel as comfortable as possible. After all, the fans wanted to see them in their natural element, and while these guys liked to carry on and have a good time, they were all business on the job. Their lives depended on it.

  Vic, bless his heart, tried to smile, but it came off like a grimace. Time for a different approach. She just hoped the FDNY didn’t sue her for sexual harassment.

  “Hey, Vic. Is it true firefighters go in when it’s extremely hot and don’t pull out until it’s dripping wet?”

  The god-awful pickup line earned her a real smile. He even tipped his head back, a hearty laugh rolling up from his belly. Perfect. It was the shot she needed.

  “Yeah, so don’t prime the pump unless you want to squirt a little water,” he shot back, shaking his head.

  Becca laughed right along with him, thanking her lucky stars Quinn had tagged along today. Her presence had turned out to be helpful after all, since she’d been quizzing the guys on pickup lines all day. The worse they were, the better she’d told them. And they were all shooting for the stars.

  She checked her camera one last time, ensuring she had everything she needed from Vic. “That’s a wrap. You’re free to go. Nice work today.”