Misadventures with a Firefighter, Page 2

  “Shut up and kiss me.”

  And I did. Our lips met, and it was like an electric current shot through my body. Our tongues danced for dominance, and she submitted with a moan. Her lips were soft like velvet. She tasted of cinnamon and wine. I could devour her right here.

  “Try to keep it in your pants until we get to your destination,” Nick ordered.

  I lifted my gaze to the rearview mirror to catch Cara flipping him off.

  Hot damn, I’m in love.

  I chuckled against her lips. “You seriously flipped off the driver?”

  “Hell yes,” she whispered. “He’s ruining my game.”

  I smirked against her lips. “Well said.” I feathered kisses across her cheek until I reached her ear. I flicked her lobe with my tongue before whispering, “I want to taste you.”

  She purred and reached between my legs. Cara rubbed her palm across my aching crotch and tilted her head back, exposing more of her neck for my consumption. “We’re almost there.”

  Moments later, we pulled to a stop under a streetlight. Slipping my hand from cradling her neck to her shoulder, I nibbled on her ear. “Are we here?”

  “Yeah,” she groaned. “Let’s go.”

  Nick cleared his throat, and as Cara stepped out of the car, I slipped a twenty to the driver. “Sorry for the show.”

  “Nah, man,” Nick said and accepted the tip. “She’s fucking hot.”

  “Yeah, she is, isn’t she?”

  Nick said something back that sounded like, “I’d hit that.”

  I closed the door behind me as Cara fished her keys from her small purse.

  She turned to face me. “This is me,” she said with a smile. She pointed her thumb over her shoulder toward the door. “Cold feet?”

  I grinned and closed the distance to my lady in red. “Not a chance. Let’s go.”

  She unlocked a door that led to an entry hall. White walls with four doors, mailboxes on the left, and a set of stairs, which we took up to the second floor. There were four more doors on this floor, just like the first. We headed to door number eight.

  I stepped past her as she opened the door, and as she turned to close it, I focused in on her backside.

  When she turned on the lights, the shadows defined her back and arms. She was toned and had a small pink-and-blue butterfly above her left shoulder. I took a step closer to her as she locked the deadbolt. My chest touched her back, and she held still, barely a breath leaving her.

  I slid my hands up her bare arms and leaned in, my lips a breath from her ear. Her head tilted back against my shoulder, and she laid her hands on my hips.

  “I need you,” I whispered.

  “Then take me.”

  With a rush of need, I grasped her wrists and held them above her head. Pressing my body to hers, I ground my erection against her ass. She groaned her approval and pressed back against me. I let go of her wrists and moved my hands to her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. Her nipples hardened against my palms, and I had a sudden urge to suck on each of them.

  In a quick move, I turned her to face me and pushed her back against the door. I slanted my mouth over hers and reached behind her neck for the dress closure. It wasn’t tied behind her neck, as the material was smooth. I tugged it once, twice, then pulled on it hard until I heard the fabric tear.

  “Shit, I’m sorry. I’ll replace the dress,” I mumbled against her lips.

  “Fuck the dress,” she whispered.

  I groaned my approval and let the red fabric drop to the floor in a pile of crimson. Cara stood before me in nothing but a ruby naval ring, a black thong, and her heels. Her tits were stacked to perfection.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered and let the image of her toned body soak into my memory bank. Her body was something I did not want to forget.

  “Get naked and I will.”

  I met her gaze, and she wore a grin that matched the naughty nature of her panties. Dropping down onto my left knee, I hooked my fingers on either side of the barely there fabric and brought the black material down the length of her legs. I grinned at the thin line of hair that led to her sex. She had a small birthmark the shape of a teardrop on her left hip.

  She placed her hands on my shoulders and, one leg at a time, stepped out of her panties. She then kicked off her heels.

  Her toenails were painted red, and a tattoo of a vine decorated the top of her right foot.

  I lowered my other leg and sat back on my heels. Taking one of her legs, I lifted it over my shoulder and pulled her toward me. Her sex spread open for the taking, and I didn’t hesitate, licking her from pussy to clit. She held the back of my head and pulled me closer. I wanted to devour her, make her come, have her scream my name, then wanted her coming back for more. I wanted to claim this woman as mine, if only for tonight.

  No strings.

  Just pure, unadulterated, hardcore sex.

  I sucked on her clit and pushed two fingers inside her. Her walls were hot and wet and squeezed as I pumped into her.

  “I need you inside me,” she groaned.

  I pulled back and looked up into her eyes. Letting go of her leg, I stood and took a swipe across my face, then tilted my lips over hers. She opened her mouth, and her tongue shot directly into mine, seeking control. It wasn’t something I would willingly give up, but for her, I may do just about anything.

  She grasped my pants and undid my belt, then the zipper. I reached for the condom in my back pocket as she quickly pushed down my pants and boxer briefs. Helping her undress me, I removed my polo and undershirt and stepped out of my pants and boxers.

  I ripped the condom open and rolled it over my dick. I needed to be inside her. Now.

  Cara grabbed hold of my shoulders, and as I lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around my body. I reached between us and pressed the head of my cock against her entrance, then pushed inside her.

  She moaned and tilted her head back against the door. With each thrust to her body, Cara bounced with a gasp.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  “I want you to ride my cock,” I growled next to her ear.

  “My room is the first door on your right.”

  I slowed my movements and glanced over to an open door. Perfect. I held Cara’s body in my arms and, without pulling out, carried her toward the door. The room held a queen-size, four-poster bed with a canopy attached. I grinned, made my way over to it, and fell backward with a bounce. I laid my hands on her hips and pushed up hard against her.

  She reached above her head, grabbed hold of one of the bars of the canopy, and moved her body in rhythm with mine. Her hips moved forward and back, like a snake charmer stroking the beast in hopes of hypnotizing it. Consider me spellbound. Her tits bounced with each thrust to her body. It was a beautiful sight. I brought a hand to her breast and pinched her nipple. Moving my other hand down to her waist, I wanted to give her more. I pressed my thumb to her clit and moved it in a circular motion. Faster, then slower, drawing another moan, another whisper.

  “Do you want to be on top, baby?” she whimpered.

  I met her gaze and grinned with a nod. “Yeah.” Leaning up toward her, I pressed my lips to hers, then peppered a trail to her neck. I rolled us on her bed, bringing myself on top of her body.

  I grabbed her legs and yanked her against me, then pushed her thighs toward her chest. Her legs bent over my arms, and my movements grew faster, more erratic. The feeling of her pussy walls clenching my cock would drive me to the point of orgasm soon.

  She took me in deep. Her head was tilted back, and her mouth was open. She slipped her tongue across her top lip, and a moan erupted from her.

  I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my teeth. I pressed my palms into the bed and thrust hard inside her. Her body bounced against mine, and she looked into my eyes.

  Letting go of one of her legs, I fisted her hair, tugged her head to the side, and then slid my tongue up the sensitive part of her neck. Our bodies moved t
ogether in a rhythm of bliss and chaos. The closer we drew to one another, the harder it became to suppress my orgasm.

  Cara slipped her hand down to her pussy and rubbed her clit with her fingers. Her legs were spread wide for my viewing pleasure.

  And pleasure she brought—more than any other woman I’d been with in a long while. She wasn’t scared. She knew what she wanted, and she let herself give in to the moment. All I heard were our gasps of breath, our bodies slamming into one another, and Cara as she screamed my name when her orgasm rolled through her.

  Her pussy gripped my cock with each stroke, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. Heat pumped from my erection into the condom as I yelled out, “Fuck!”

  Cara sat up and met my gaze. Her chest rose and fell with the breath she fought to catch. Sweat beaded on her forehead and trickled down her cheek. It looked erotic as hell.

  I pulled from her gently and sat next to her on the bed.

  She swiped her forehead. “Thank you. No one has made me orgasm with sex alone. Ever.”

  I raised my brows. “Really?” She nodded, so I continued. “I don’t know if I should say I’m sorry or feel flattered.”

  She smiled. “Go with the latter, please. You know what you’re doing when it comes to the female form.”

  I chuckled. “Well, thank you, then.” I stood from her bed and pulled off the condom. “Can I use your bathroom?”

  She nodded. “Of course. And give me your phone?”

  “Sure.”

  She pointed to the bathroom entrance, and I made my way over and disposed of the condom. After washing my hands, I went back for my clothes, got dressed, and headed back to her room with my phone in hand.

  Cara had pulled on a silk robe and tied her auburn hair into a loose knot on her head. Her neck was flushed from where I had kissed her. A part of me wanted to strip her naked and do it all over again.

  I unlocked my phone and handed it to her. She moved her thumbs over the screen, then handed it back to me.

  “Here you go. I sent myself a text, so you now have my number and I have yours. Can I call you for a quick bounce every now and then?”

  I raised my brows. “Like a friends-with-benefits arrangement?” She nodded, and I smirked. “I’m up for that.” I chuckled. I closed the distance to her and tilted her head up with a touch to her chin. I slanted my lips over hers with a featherlight kiss. “Good night, sweet Cara.”

  “Good night, Noah.”

  I turned away from her and walked toward her bedroom door. Pausing, I looked over my shoulder at her as her robe fell to the floor. Her ass, legs, everything was perfect. I grinned and turned toward the front door and left Cara and the perfect night behind.

  Tomorrow I had to work. I sent up a silent prayer for no fires in buildings or cats in trees.

  Chapter Three

  Cara

  A week had passed since the night with Noah. The morning after we parted ways, I found something left behind: his T-shirt. I had meant to wash it with my laundry but instead had placed it on my dresser. If there was a chance of getting it back to him, I would. Of course, that was assuming we saw each other again. If I had any say in it, we would.

  I picked it up, brought it to my nose, and inhaled his scent—his body, his cologne, and the telltale trace of the smell of ashes. Since he was a firefighter, I guessed soot was something that came with the territory.

  Regardless, school would start tomorrow, and Noah would be nowhere to be found—unless I started a fire. I grinned at the thought.

  Well, hey there, good-looking. Happy to see you saw my smoke signals. Oh, and here’s your shirt.

  I decided today’s outfit would be a black dress with a flower pattern and ballet slipper shoes. I braided my hair so it settled over my left shoulder, swiped lip gloss over my lips, and grabbed my messenger bag.

  I looked at Noah’s T-shirt once more. With a sigh, I picked it up, inhaled again, and set it back down before grabbing my keys and heading for my car. School would be in session tomorrow, and I needed to be sure I was ready for the big day.

  “Happy last day before first day,” Erin, my kindergarten colleague, announced as we entered our school for one last run-through. Together we were an unstoppable team of snacks, stories, and naptime.

  “Hey! Yeah, let’s get ready for the craziness that is our life. Are you ready to rock?”

  She nodded and walked in step with me. “Yeah. My classroom is ready.”

  “I read through my student files for the year,” I said. “I’m hoping for a quiet year and no family drama.”

  Last year, a boy in my class had been picked up by child protective services. He had come to class with bruises on his wrists, arms, and legs. When I asked him what had happened, he shied away from the truth. I spoke with our school psychologist, and she was able to get more information from the child, which resulted in the authorities being called in.

  From what I understood, the child was placed with his aunt and uncle in another state, and his parents lost their rights.

  The hardest part of being a teacher was advocating for a child in an abusive situation. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it. It was the anguish the child had been put through. No one deserved that, especially a child.

  “See you soon,” Erin called as she made her way down the hall.

  I opened my classroom door and stepped inside. It was quiet except for the sound of my shoes on the linoleum. The floor had recently been polished, and a colorful new mat had been laid out for the children, with different colors depicting different feelings and words. Sometimes they knew what the words meant; other times they just enjoyed looking at them.

  I set my purse on my desk, sat down, and pulled my keyboard toward me. Tapping a few keys caused the computer monitor to come to life. I liked to do research on my students so I could learn a bit about them before meeting them. If I had one of their older siblings—and they had been a hellion or an angel—I’d know what I might be walking into. Same with students on an Individualized Education Program, or an IEP.

  As I finished up researching the last student, I glanced out my room window to the playground. In the near distance, a man was mowing the grass by the monkey bars, and I stood from my desk and made my way over to the window. When he reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow, he reminded me of Noah.

  The other night rushed to my mind and sent me back to the moment I took him home. His mouth on my body, the way he possessed me. Heat rushed from my cheeks to between my thighs.

  A grin tugged to the corners of my mouth. I pulled my phone from my purse, swiped my finger to unlock it, and pulled up Noah’s phone number to send him a text.

  Hey, good-looking. You busy tonight?

  I smiled when the moving ellipsis bounced as he typed.

  I am now. What time, beautiful?

  A giggle escaped me, and I shook my head at myself. We were just friends with benefits. I knew better than to get attached to someone who didn’t want me for anything else.

  How about 7 pm? Meet me at my place.

  I set my phone down, made my way around the desk, and sat down in my chair. I was in a corner of the room and could see just about everything from this angle. No one could hide from me unless they were in the bathroom or supply closet. And my closet was huge. Erin had voiced something about being jealous of it. That she had been here longer than me, so she should have had it.

  When my phone buzzed, all thoughts of Erin were replaced with thoughts of sex with Noah. I grabbed my phone and lifted it into view.

  Sounds perfect. See you then.

  I laid my phone on my desk, sat back in my chair, and smiled.

  Hell to the yes.

  Tomorrow was the first day of school, but that was the furthest thing from my mind. Tonight was all about quenching a heat I couldn’t deny. My relief was on his way—a hot firefighter named Noah.

  Back at my condo, I took a shower and spritzed body oil across my skin. I slipped on a sheer, light-blue negligee w
ith cream lace over the top and bottom, panties, garters, and thigh-high white hose. Snapping each garter to the stockings, I stepped into fawn-colored Louboutin heals that were opened-toed and encrusted with rhinestones. They were sexy on any given day, but with this outfit they were drop-dead fucking gorgeous.

  Rolling my shoulders and smiling to myself in the mirror, I pulled my hair into a messy ponytail with a few wisps around my face.

  Pure fucking porn mode.

  The building bell rang, and my stomach flipped with butterflies and giddiness. My heels struck the tile as I made my way to the front door to see Noah’s image in my visitor camera. I smiled and bounced on my toes.

  Pressing the button to talk to him, I decided to have a little fun. “Yes? Who is it?”

  He smirked and looked up to the camera. “I heard you had a fire to put out, ma’am.”

  I shook my head with a smile that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. My heart raced when I pressed the enter button and he stepped through. Moments later, his footsteps grew louder as he made his way up the stairs, and I opened my door to peek through the crack.

  Noah stood on the other side, arms crossed over his chest. A smirk tugged the corners of his mouth into a sexy curve set against his blue eyes. He wore a black T-shirt and jeans.

  “May I come in?” he asked.

  I stepped back and opened my door for him, keeping myself hidden behind the wooden frame. He stepped through and closed it behind him. We stood in silence, staring into each other’s eyes. He took a step forward and touched my shoulder, then traced his fingers down the length of my arm.

  “You look sexy as hell, Cara.” He inched closer and tugged one of the straps of my negligee.

  “Thank you.” I reached for his shirt. “How long can you stay?”

  “I’m on duty tomorrow. So for now? All night.”

  I grinned and pushed his shirt up. My hands slid over his sculpted body, the contours of his muscles ridged like a mountain range my tongue needed to explore. I reached up on my tiptoes and tugged the garment over his head, then tossed it.