by Morgan Fox
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Was she flirting with him? God, he hoped so. The night had gone better than Jeremy assumed it would. From the moment he’d picked her up at her apartment to the pleasant conversation they’d shared over dinner, everything was perfect. When she let her guard down, even a little, she was even lovelier than he’d imagined. Her voice lulled him as she spoke, and he could see how certain things in her life meant more to her than she was letting on.
There was a spark that shined through her eyes when she talked about decorating. Surely, if it was something she really wanted to do, she’d give herself a chance to discover just how amazing she could be. He’d also caught on to her quick dismissal of the topic, switching gears to talk more about him. That was a tactic he’d used a time or two to divert attention off himself.
As they walked back to his bike, he couldn’t help but ask her one more time. “Why not try your hand at decorating?”
She stopped dead in her tracks. “I told you. I make good money bartending.”
“I get that, but what about the thing you love? And I can tell it’s something that interests you. Your eyes tell me that much.”
“I don’t have time to build a client base.”
“I’ll be your first client,” he told her, and he was serious. “If you do a good job, I’ll tell all the firefighter wives about you. Word of mouth is a powerful thing. Between me and Jason, you’ll have two solid referrals.”
She swallowed hard. “I appreciate that, but really I—”
“Why don’t you come over to my place and see for yourself. My place is…I won’t call it a shithole, but I will say that it needs help. I don’t know the first thing about artwork, throw pillows, paint, curtains, you name it. I’m pretty clueless with decorating.” He cupped the side of her face, and a jolt of excitement speared him when she didn’t back away or flinch from his touch. “I really could use your help.”
“Are you sure it’s not just a decoy to get me back to your place?” She smirked and so did he.
“Oh, I’d like to get you back to my house, I won’t lie to you.” He brushed his thumb over her lower lip. “But I don’t want it to be because of a pickup line. I want you to want to be there.”
Her lips parted slightly as if giving him the cue he needed. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to hers. The gentle press of his lips on hers didn’t seem like enough. He craved more, and when she didn’t resist his caress, he deepened the kiss, pulling her against him with his free arm while cradling her face with his hand.
She moaned as he kissed her, her mouth pliant against his. She tasted better than he dreamed. Molded to him, she felt perfect, just the way he’d hoped.
He heard the pizza hit the ground before her arms circled his waist, and he was thankful for the connection. But he didn’t want to rush things, didn’t want her to think he was like the assholes from her past. She deserved better.
With one final press of his lips to hers, he parted, smiling as her eyes met his. When she smiled back, his heart burst.
“Not bad for a pretty boy,” she teased.
“Thanks.” He grinned, handing her helmet to her. “Maybe you’ll let me do that again some time.”
Fastening the strap under her chin, she told him, “I think we could work something out.”
He picked up the pizza and put it in the saddle bag. Then he mounted his motorcycle, slipped on his own helmet, and helped her up. When she wrapped her arms around him, he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. After a second, he turned his bike on and set off in the direction of her apartment. Halfway there, he noted a commotion on the road ahead of them. Slowing, he saw that it was a car accident. The firefighter in him wouldn’t let him simply drive by. He stopped and Zerina hopped off the bike. So did he.
“Wait here. I need to help.” Without waiting for her response, he took off in the direction of the smashed vehicles.
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Zerina studied Jeremy as he moved from person to person making sure everyone was all right. A utility truck had rear-ended a family in a small car. Her heart stopped as he reached in and pulled out a small child. The little girl was crying and hysterical, but otherwise okay. She couldn’t believe how calm he was and how much he seemed to care for each person. He didn’t know them, and yet, that didn’t matter.
Breathless with anxiety, she came up behind him, unable to stay away. “What can I do to help?” she asked, waiting for him to give her some kind of directive.
“Would you stay with them?” he asked, placing the little girl on the ground beside her parents. “The paramedics have been called and should be here soon. I need to check on the driver.”
“Sure.”
She knelt down beside them, instantly doing her best to calm them. In a way, talking to them was also easing her mind. Before long, flashing lights greeted them and police officers, firefighters and paramedics were on scene. They took over. She watched as Jeremy exchanged words with a few of the firefighters and then headed back toward her.
“Are you ready?”
“Seriously? How are you so calm after all that?”
He smiled shyly. “It’s what I do, Zerina. It’s my job and I love what I do.”
“I’m…impressed.”
And she was. He amazed her. Everything she’d first thought about him had been wrong. Maybe she’d been wrong about other things in her life as well, like being too afraid to take chances. He loved what he did. Why couldn’t she?
He straddled his bike and she got on. The few miles from her apartment had her thinking about a lot of things. One in particular. Her future.
Before he pulled into her complex, she leaned forward and told him, “Take me to your place. I want to see what I’ve got to work with.”
She saw the rise of his cheek and knew he was smiling at her. “You got it.”
A warm rush of nerves settled in her belly as she tried to release her fear and embrace her dream. Even if Jeremy was her only client, she could at least say she’d been a decorator.
A handful of minutes later, they parked the bike in the driveway. “Now, I wasn’t kidding when I told you I needed your help,” he explained, opening his front door and flipping on the light.
Her jaw slackened as she glanced around his living room. “I see that,” she muttered, moving further inside. He had furniture and that was it. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice this last time I was here.”
He chuckled. “You did sort of spend more time in my garage.”
Warmth filled her cheeks. “Don’t remind me.”
“I didn’t mind at all, in case you’re curious. I rather enjoyed the view. My motorcycle means more to me now.”
“Ha. Ha.” She rolled her eyes at him. But then she met his gaze and realized that he wasn’t kidding. His heat-filled stare had her biting her lower lip.
“I like it when you do that.”
She shivered. “Do what?”
He moved toward her. “Bite your lip. It’s hot.”
She swallowed hard, her mouth dry. “I do it to keep me from saying things I shouldn’t.”
Another step. “Like what?”
Her heart raced. He was too close. His masculine scent was driving her mad. She closed her eyes as if to find solace within her thoughts. All she found was an insatiable craving for him.
Opening her eyes, she drew in a breath, meeting his gaze. “I want you.”
“To do what?” his whispered against her cheek.
A quiver of need rocketed through her. “Damn it,” she moaned, shoving her hands to his chest and gripping his shirt. “I want you fuck me.”
He groaned, pulling her against him. “Zerina, mark my words, this is going to be so much more than me fucking you.”
He took her mouth and he took it hard.
Chapter Six
Jeremy broke the kiss, easing back. Zerina’s mouth was swollen and red, and her eyes were consumed with arousal. Good. He wanted her that way, overcome with so much desire she couldn’t think, onl
y feel.
His entire body stirred with just the sight of her. “You’re so beautiful.” His words were raspy and deep. Standing in his living room was not where he had pictured his first night pleasuring her. “Come with me,” he ordered, taking her by the hand and leading her toward his bedroom.
“Where are we going?”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted more than to fuck you.” He shoved open his bedroom door and guided her toward his bed. “I want you out of these clothes. Now.” He spun her toward the bed, nipped at her neck, and unzipped her skirt. The skimpy black leather dropped to the floor, and she stepped out of it.
“What about my boots?”
He followed her gaze downward, and she shifted her ankle to the side indicating the boots that laced up almost to her knee.
His cock nearly punched a hole through his jeans.
“Leave them on. I think they’re hot.”
She whimpered as he kissed her neck, his fingers kneading the flesh of her hips. He skimmed over the edge of her panties, gently working them down her legs. When they reached her ankles, she kicked out of them and he couldn’t resist the chance to nibble on her perfectly round derrière. She gasped as he kissed and nipped her skin, massaging her hips and waist as he did. Then he stood and turned her to face him.
“On the bed.”
Her eyes widened at his words, but then a wicked smile emerged. “All’s fair in love and tasting,” she informed him with a husky sound in her voice, and he couldn’t be more pleased.
“I like the idea of you sucking my cock.” With a gently shove, he encouraged her to get onto the bed. “But I’m first.”
She leaned back on her elbows and glanced down at her partially covered body.
“What about my shirt? Don’t you want me naked?”
The woman was fearless and void of any shyness. He liked that about her. Her brazen behavior was sexy and exhilarating.
“Right now, I want to taste your pussy. I’ll get to those beautiful breasts soon enough.”
He’d waited weeks to be able to have her honey on his tongue, and whether she realized it or not, her bantering had left him with a serious case of blue balls, something he was going to remedy all night long.
He would also show her just how good it could be with someone who desired her. No games. No illusions or pranks. Only pleasure.
He tore his shirt up over his head, kicked off his boots, and stripped down to his boxers. His cock was hard and eager to be buried deep inside the slick heat of her body, but he had to wait. Tasting her pussy was more important. Knowing how sweet her juices were was all he’d thought about.
As she wiggled her way to the center of the bed, he crawled toward her, shouldering her thighs apart until his lips were inches away from the swollen folds of her sex. The heavy scent of her arousal had his cock drilling into the mattress. He pumped his hips once, pressing hard against the bedding to keep from coming.
With one hand, he parted the wet folds and licked slowly, lapping at her juices. She moaned and her hips lifted as he flicked his tongue over her clit.
“Oh, God. It’s been awhile,” she confessed, and he couldn’t help but glance up to see her blush. Damn, that look did something to him. “I’m either going to come in seconds or it’s going to take you forever to get the job done.”
He grinned. “Then it’s a good damn thing I like a challenge. Relax and enjoy the tongue spankings, Princess.”
He latched onto her sensitive bud and sucked as his tongue danced furiously. The sound of her heavy breathing had his hips slamming forward in a mock effort to fuck the bed. His muscles clenched as her flavor drew him to the edge of sanity. He lapped at her wetness, hoping he wouldn’t send her over the edge too quickly. He liked the sight of her spread in front of him. Her tightly wrapped breasts screaming for release and her heavy-lidded eyes drenched with the pleasure he gave her.
She fisted her fingers in his hair, anchoring his head between her legs. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Feels so good.”
Stop?
Never!
He couldn’t if he wanted to. She tasted too damn good. He pushed a finger deep inside her, pumping in and out as he flicked his tongue wildly over her clit. The moment he added a second finger, she splintered in two. He tasted every drop of her cream, wringing every ounce from her sated body.
He kissed her thighs and worked his way toward her belly, dragging his tongue over the smooth flesh, nipping playfully at the bodice she wore. “Now that didn’t take near as long as I’d hoped.”
She rolled her hips, teasing his still-covered cock. “Think you can do it again?”
“I plan to.” He leaned toward the nightstand to grab a condom, and before he moved an inch she snatched a hold of his wrist.
“Forgetting something, Princess?” she asked teasingly, throwing the playful pet name back at him.
With crooked grin, he paused to ask her what she meant, but then the weight of her body shifted and she hijacked their position, flipping him so that she was no longer on the bottom, but deliciously on top. Was it possible that she’d gotten even more beautiful? Her hair had come lose from the style she’d had it in. Now it hung freely around her face, the black hair and purple tips so gorgeous against her soft pale skin.
Her brown eyes darkened, her passions revealed. “I believe you promised that I get a turn.” She licked her lips as if preparing to lick him from head to toe.
With her riding his hips, he shifted them more fully on the bed, and then he placed his hands behind his head, giving her free access to his body. “Have at it,” he told her, his heart ramming against his ribs. “I’m all yours.”
* * * *
I’m all yours.
Hearing Jeremy speak those words had her heart beating a little differently. Him lying there on his bed, shirtless with his arms tucked behind his head, had her body swimming with need and she’d just had one of the best orgasms of her life. Who knew a tongue spanking could feel so good and wicked at the same time. Watching him as he pleasured her had taken her to the brink so much faster than she’d expected. There was something in his blue eyes that electrified her. The heat she felt from his gaze was something she’d only dreamed of sharing with a lover.
A jolt of sensation pounced its way through her as she rocked her hips forward, staring at him. Then she leaned forward, lowering her mouth to his. She tasted herself in his kiss, moaned as the pressure of his tongue dueled with hers. She felt the warm press of his hands on her hips and knew he’d surrendered his position. She corrected his mistake.
“I rather liked your hands behind your head. Do it again.” As he did, she slowly unfastened her top and shimmied it off her shoulders and down her arms. He devoured her with his eyes, capturing every inch of her. She studied him as he marveled over her tattoos and nipple piercings. Never had a man looked at her the way he was. She saw longing and acceptance.
“Fuck, Zerina. You’re killing me.” He groaned, pumping his hips upward. “Let me touch you?”
She shook her head, loving the reversal of power. “No. My turn, remember?”
Naked, except for her boots, she pressed tender kisses along his lips, jaw, neck, and chest, exploring his body with her hands and mouth. He was firm, everywhere. The taste of his body was as delightful as she had imagined. Her fingers worked to lower his boxer briefs further down his hips, and he lifted slightly to help her. When his cock sprung free, she gripped it in her hand. The crown was slick with his essence, and as she licked the shiny head, she glanced up to see his eyes consumed by desire.
She swirled her tongue over the head and placed it in her mouth, sucking once and easing back with a popping sound. Then she slid her hand down his shaft to the base, tightening the skin over his cock to heighten the sensitivity. Moistening her lips, she took him deep, licking him from tip to base. His body shook beneath hers as she sucked him, teasing him with her tongue. Then she nibbled a little harder on the crown, and he hissed. The sound revea
led more pleasure than pain. She did it again, sucking him deep and nibbling as she reached the tip.
“Ah, God,” he groaned. “You keep that up and I—”
She did it again and again and again. Before she realized what was happening, he had her hair fisted in his hands and he was bringing her up. “I wasn’t finished,” she argued.
“If you didn’t stop, I would be.” He unraveled his hands from her hair and cupped her face, bringing her mouth down for a pulse-pounding kiss. “I still have unfinished business to attend to.”
She quirked a brow. “Like what?”
“Like making you come again.”
She grinned. “Oh, well then, that’s okay, too.”
He slipped off the bed and moved to the nightstand and retrieved a condom. He slipped the protection on and faced her. “Lady’s choice,” he told her, sweeping her with a lust-filled gaze.
She lay on her side and lifted one leg. “Straddle my leg and hold my other one.” He did as she instructed. “Now make me come.”
He thrust into her with one smooth stroke. He filled her, stretching her as he sank deep. He pulsed in and out of her slowly at first, but she twisted to place her hand on his hip to encourage him to fuck her harder, faster. She wanted to feel him possess her, the need was almost primal.
“That’s it,” she cried, feeling the head of his cock graze the bundle of nerves that would have her barreling over the edge and straight into euphoria. “Fuck me harder. Faster. That’s it.”
She was breathless, begging him for more. He felt so damn good.
He crushed down on her, arching his back to sweep his tongue over her nipple, latching on to suck hard. She hissed and moaned, the pleasure building. Arousal coursed through her body like a wildfire of need. She was so close. But when he reached down between them and brushed a determined finger over her clit, she went over the brink screaming.
He groaned as her pussy clenched around his cock, she could feel the wave of aftershocks pulsing between her legs. He drilled deep, setting a faster pace, until he joined her with his own release. Their skin was slicked with sweat, and his body covered hers like a blanket. For a long moment, he didn’t move, just held her, and she liked it. He rolled to the side, slipped from the bed, and headed toward the bathroom. When he left, she sat up and searched for her clothing.