Miss Firecracker by Lorelei James Page A

I’m wielding a razor. But after that, sunshine, all bets are off.”
    He squirted shaving gel on his fingers and worked it into a lather. Then he spread it across each armpit.
    Willow flinched slightly.
    “Steady.”
    “I’m trying.”
    He scraped away the fine, dark hair until the area was smooth on each side and set aside the razor.
    Holding her wrists in one hand, he maneuvered Willow under the water. Blake helped her rinse off, leisurely running his free hand down the inside of her arm, past her armpit and over her breast. He reversed the motion until each pass became a constant caress from her wrist to her ribcage.
    He loved the way she moaned and leaned against him. He really loved her feminine gasp when she felt his rigid cock pressing into her back.
    Blake switched hands and gave Willow the same thorough treatment on her other side. By the time he finished she was shaking.
    “Cold?” he murmured, licking droplets of water from the skin below her ear.
    “No.”
    “Good. ’Cause I still have to do your legs.”
    “I just shaved them yesterday so they don’t need it.” Willow looked at him over her shoulder. “Blake?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Are we done playing water torture games? Because I’d sure like you to fuck me.”
    He froze. “Willow Gregory! I think that’s the first time I’ve heard you cuss.”
    “That’s because I don’t cuss.”
    “Working in the construction biz and around foul-mouthed welders and you don’t swear?”
    “Huh-uh. Early on, my mom was afraid I’d end up with a mouth like my father’s, so she made him fine me every time I uttered anything close to a swear word. I lost the habit fairly quickly.” Her eyes narrowed. “However, I swear if you don’t fuck me right now, I will cuss and scream and throw a tantrum like you’ve never seen.”
    Blake let go of her arms. He stepped in front of her, crushed his mouth to hers even as he hoisted her up against the tiled wall. His dick was in perfect position and he slid into her pussy in one long glide.
    They moaned in unison.
    She was wet. Inside. Outside. She was soft. Inside. Outside.
    As he began to thrust, her thighs gripped his hips. Her fingers were in his hair, urging him to keep kissing her. The slap slap slap of their skin echoed as thick ribbons of steam wrapped around them like hot silk.
    Blake wanted to take his time making love to her. So he did. Pushing them higher. Slowly. Steadily. Until that moment they both needed more. Harder, faster deeper.
    Her pussy clenched tightly around his cock, milking his orgasm with the strength of hers. They held to each other as they spiraled over the edge of pleasure together.
    His legs and his arms shook like he’d run a marathon. Had Willow felt that same connection? Or would she think that shower sex was always that intense?
    Her breath tickled his ear. “Put me down.”
    “I don’t wanna.”
    “You’re going to get a cramp, and then you’ll drop me, and I’ll break my wrist or something stupid and you’ll feel all guilty, so—”
    “Okay, okay.” Blake pecked her on the lips and set her on her feet. He turned all the jets off and it was suddenly very quiet.
    Willow wrapped her arms around him from behind. “Thank you for helping me christen my shower, Blake.”
    “My pleasure.” Would she invite other men into her shower now that he’d helped her break it in?
    Probably.
    Why did he feel so damn jealous?
    Because you aren’t a no-strings kind of guy. And she’s the type of woman you want to tie to you forever.

    Twenty minutes later Willow was tossing a small bucket of wall-patching supplies into her truck bed when a familiar pickup started up the drive.
    Her gaze zoomed to Blake. His hair was still damp and he had that sated look men got after sex. The fact he wore it after having sex with her made her want to cheer. The fact that Paul, the electrician and the company’s biggest gossip, would also see that look on Blake, made her want to hide in the