With his shirt off, she forgot to think about the fact that she was completely naked now. She’d seen him shirtless before, and it had always been a pleasure. But it had never been a prelude to sex, and in this moment, everything about his body was so much more. He was hot and hard and big. His muscles rippled as he unzipped his jeans, and she was fascinated with every move. Those muscles were about to do all kinds of amazing things to her body. He moved with a confidence and a determination that made butterflies kick up in her stomach. She was nervous. She wanted this to be good. She wanted him to feel every bit of heat and want and I’ll never get enough that she was feeling. But she also couldn’t wait. She sensed this was going to be the kind of sex she read about, and she loved knowing that sex like that actually existed.
James pulled a condom out of his pocket before he shucked out of his jeans. He pushed his boxers down, and she saw him fully naked, and fully erect, for the first time.
In the shower, she’d gotten a pretty good idea of what this would be like, and she hadn’t been wrong. He was big. Of course he was big. He had that amazingly, how-can-that-be-real, hot V on either side of his abs. He had six-pack abs. He had hard, strong thighs, and a wide, hard chest. And dammit, this wasn’t fiction. He was a firefighter. He had to work to stay in shape for his job, and every person in New Orleans who might need him to fight to save their families or their homes or businesses should be damned grateful.
She certainly was.
“Oh,” she said softly.
He gave her a cocky smile. “Come here.”
She stepped forward, out of her dress. He reached and snagged her hand, pulling her close. He pressed her against his hot, naked body, running his hands up and down her back. He lowered his head, taking her mouth in a hot, slow kiss.
Harper let her hands roam. There was no way she could help it. She ran her hands up and down his sides, over the bumps of his abs, down to his tight ass, squeezing and pulling him closer. His cock pressed into her stomach, and she felt her inner thighs tighten. She wanted him filling her. Now. She’d never been one to rush into sex. She’d never had to have it. She’d been fine with foreplay and a slow build. But now she needed him.
She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock. His sharp intake of breath gave her a heady rush. She squeezed then stroked, and he tore his mouth away from hers, pressing his forehead to hers, sucking in air.
“Holy shit, Harper.”
Harper.
She loved when he called her Professor. She’d learned it was a term of endearment. When he was teasing her or even feeling affectionate. But when he used her first name it was when things were… more. He was feeling more right now and she loved that.
“God, you feel good,” she told him. “I want you so much.”
“You’ve got me. Whatever you want.”
“Will you…” She swallowed. Her favorite heroines had put lots of thoughts in her head and had given her a little shot of confidence and hell yeah about having hot sex with her firefighter-single-dad-sort-of-roommate, but saying it was different. Words mattered. They should be carefully chosen and could have a big impact.
“Anything,” he said gruffly.
The sincerity in his tone made her heart flip. She believed him. She also knew that she could say anything to him.
“The first night you were over here with Ami, you were sitting on the couch with him, and I wanted to climb into your lap and…”
James put a hand on her face and dragged his thumb over her bottom lip. “Say it, Harper. Please fucking say it.”
He was begging. His voice was rough, and when she looked into his eyes she could see the swirling, hot emotions.
She swallowed. “I wanted to climb into your lap and ride you.”
He blew out a little breath. But for some reason that didn’t feel like enough. She hadn’t gone far enough. She needed to be fully honest, fully raw here.
“I wanted to climb into your lap and fuck you. Right there, on my couch, just like that,” she said.
James froze for a second, then he pulled back to look at her more directly. “Tell me you want that now.”
Her hand was wrapped around his massive, hard-as-steel erection. She was bare naked, pressed up against him. He’d read her favorite erotic romance just because he’d wanted to know what she liked. They had a tree, a lizard, a dog, and a baby together. Sort of. But it was enough.
Fuck should be a graphic, not-romantic, not-meaningful-enough word.
Instead, it felt perfect. It was meaningful because it was not one she used regularly or casually. It was not one she’d ever used with another guy. It was raw and dirty and yes, graphic. It felt just right because of all that.
“I want to sit you down on that couch right now. I want to climb on top of you, and I want to fuck you right there where I first realized that you are a great guy inside this hot-as-hell-and-knows-how-to-use-it body. I want this”—she squeezed him—“filling me up and making me come hard. And then I want you to flip me over onto that couch cushion, and I want you to put one of my legs over your shoulder, and I want you to fuck me until you come harder than you ever have before.”
So apparently once she opened her graphic-talk dam, it all came flooding out.
James made a little growling noise, reached between them, rolled the condom on, and then lifted her with his big hands under her ass.
Thrilled, Harper wrapped her arms and legs around him, his cock nudging and teasing her entrance as he stalked to the couch.
“I’m going to give you all of that,” he told her, his voice low and rough. “I want to hear a ‘Fuck yes, James,’ when your sweet pussy comes all over my cock. And then when I flip you over and pound into you, I want to hear it again. Got that, Professor? Fuck. Yes. James.”
She wasn’t sure she could help saying all of that. Hearing him ask for it was so incredibly hot. She knew that he wanted it because it would mean that he’d gotten her to do something she normally resisted, something she was typically too reserved to say. He wanted her to give him something that wasn’t easy or usual for her.
She could do that.
“Got it,” she said breathlessly as he sat down on the middle cushion, his cock sliding up against her clit.
He squeezed her ass. “Your sweet, sophisticated, classy mouth saying fuck for me is the hottest damned thing. And that makes me an uncouth, vulgar bastard, and I don’t really care.”
“It doesn’t—” she started to protest.
But he shifted her forward and took her nipple in his mouth again, sucking hard.
“Oh, God.”
He pinched her other nipple, making her inner muscles ripple in anticipation.
“Reach down and play with yourself,” he ordered gruffly.
She reached between them and ran a finger over her clit, her muscles clenching.
“Harder,” he demanded.
Oh yes, he was going to be bossy, too. She loved that in the books. He knew that. She loved that he knew that. Reading what she read was a definite look into her fantasies, and she loved that he’d done that. She wanted to hear his, too. She wanted to tell him hers. She wanted to read a book for the first time together and talk about why it was hot.
But right now she wanted him inside her. Deep. Hard.
She circled her clit harder and faster with her finger, feeling the tension and pleasure building.